Life seduction

Will you sleep with me?
We can have a good time.
It’s not like we were born
This way, we only came together now.
Don’t you think I love you?
Do you not believe me?
This is the first time I’ve ever said it
To someone else before!
I love you, I love you!
You are my life, and so I love you.

What more reason do I need?
And what reason can I give, if I
Had to hate you? Yes, how many times should
I say it. Please don’t leave me; I have
Still a lot in you I have to explore
And enjoy, don’t you understand?
You don’t? Neither, do I! But, still
I cannot leave you, but you me?
I can only beg you to stay with me!
One more night so that
We can enjoy it together.

Life, Don’t leave me!
We can have a good time!

--Mohan

The castle on the ship

The castle on the ship
For ever and ever it floated
Past me, into reality.
I chased it splashing my
Arms and legs in an attempt
To swim on sand.

The ship stopped, watching
My frail attempts go in vain.

I was let in, the walls were
Built in wood and stone!
The party inside was grim,
But, there was a lot of rum,
And every cup was filled
To the brim, I took one
Unsure of the quality.
But, once drunk a manlike me
Would slip into insanity.

Then I heard a cheer in the
Grim crowd, the people were
Not silent after all, they were
Dancing with unseen steps.
And speaking language
Unheard by human ears.

The castle on the ship
Began to move,
The sand waves gave way
And there was a crowd in the crew!

There was a lurch, and
My focus came back to life.
The crowd became silent
So, I took another cup of rum.
Now everything looked happy,
As it had previously done.

--Mohan

Never losing color

To the east and the west
I look out with unrest.
Flooding my senses, cutting
Through my veins, blood seeping,
Leaking, into the eddying
Currents of time.

Mixing with water, losing
Its color, losing its taste,
Smell, texture everything's been erased.

One drop lost, another falls
My final chance to find the walls.
But, now it falls
Drop by drop, without losing color
In desperation it calls,
For recognition, response.
For it falls into the dry
Land of my palms.

--Mohan

Mother

I was a spark in your womb,
You fed the fire and
Brought me home.

I knew your only wish
Was for me to shine.
But, did you know my wish
Was to always have you for mine.

But now, if you come back
I'm ready to fulfill all your requests
You order! Now. I'm willing to
Carry out, for you, any quests.

But, did I not deserve to
Keep you for long.
Or was it you, were you eager to
Leave me all alone?

Mother, in this glaring
Life I'm being brought up
In the shadows of greater selves.
I thought your wish was for
Me to stand up by myself.

Can I see you again?
If I cry for eternity cornered in
A dark place, with the only wish
To have you again. Or should I
Come to you, can you be my
Mother there and again?
Now, that my life's only
Wish is to be with you again.

For all those years, you
Raised me in your cradle.
For all those years I didn't see you,
When you were right here
In front of me.
But, now when my only
Wish is to see you.
I cannot, the power is
Not given to me!

--Mohan

Deeds undone

Of all the things that I love and care,
There are few things of which I'm sure.
Of all the things to question, I dare,
The answers remain always obscure.

But, no matter how hard I try,
The answers that come are incomplete.
Like what is the use to laugh and cry?
Next minute, everything becomes obsolete.

Then is it hard to keep a straight face,
When dangers and fears lurk ahead.
In a crevice hidden in this dreary place,
Where, all spoken words go unsaid.

Then, where is the faith in our heart and souls,
Where is the light when in need?
When our past is filled in a bowl,
Complete with every desire and greedy deed.

But, fear not says a voice,
For all you have, is all you have done.
In this life there is time to rejoice,
Because the past can never be undone!

--Mohan

Let's study

The days of torment

They will never be over.
For a few days or months,
Your subjects are your lover.

If you can't love them,
Then you won't get girls.
Unless you can rock or rap
Or have a pocket that burls.

But, for now concentrate,
For all that you have is a few
Limited days, in which you can
Graduate, before you grow old
And start counting off the dates.

Studies are more important,
Dreams come and go.
Once you fail in an exam,
There is nowhere to go.

You'll have to sweep a government
Floor or a mad man's rich hole.
But if you study and do well,
You will be a model of a role!

So, let's all get together,
And together we will study.
If we don't pass who cares.
We will pass by giving
The college some money!

---Mohan

P.S. This is the first time I've tried to be realist. It didn't work so well. Lets be romantics and enjoy the flavor of life!

Nature's symphony

The mist in the valley rises
Revealing me the world in a trance.
Of nature there is naught to say,
It is majesty in her proudest stance.

The queen of nature rules,
The king of the lost kindred!
As the beauty materializes in front
Of my dreamy eyes, haunting itself with
Images of mountains and Valleys, drowned in silence.

And now as the sweet
Symphony, canorously
Enters my materialistic ears.
Reverberating in the
Silence of forgotten years.

I understand,
The heaven is here on earth.
If we look close, the earth is
A sky full of stars, with beauty enclosed.

My hands flow like a river,
With some inherent energy pulling
The strings of my flowing quill.

I'm not bragging about the quality
Of my written words, I'm just admiring the
Power of beauty that holds me and takes me
Far from these pieces of earth.

Into the infinite
Space holding all things as one.
Of the many things that grow in time,
The part called me; it's no one, it's none.

---Mohan

Miracle of life

I wonder, when this miracle of life,
Will take me into her soft tender hands.
Away from the cold dread,
Away into her warm, willful hands.

I wonder, will I be awake by then;
Will I be alive again.
Omitting my sorrows,
Shadows of my past.
As long as I'm alive they will last.

So, when will I be freed-
From this platform
Of dramas unlimited.
All these audience, clap
From afar, seated. On
The bones of their elders;
Drinking beads of their sweat.
Happy with their incomplete life.

Will it be complete, when it all ends?
Will we be freed from being,
Unwilling puppets, in this
Play of blood and bones.
By this one uneventful,
Miracle of life.

--Mohan

Blinding light

I took to the roads today,
After the sun had drowned
Into the unseen sea of the sky.
The alleyway was dark and misty,
It was stinky, stingy, raking fear.
But beneath the hood, I understood
Nothing there was to be afraid of.
Except for the yellow lights shining,
On the darkest of the paths.

I took this path only to see the stars
At night, but never I imagined
There would be none tonight.

The more I walked into the blinding
Path, more I felt my excitement
Ebbing away, in to the cold dread
Of the evening, into the smog in the
Surrounding. I turned up to look at the stars,
I felt they had better things to offer.
But, I did not foresee I could see
Not one tonight, with the blinding lights
Lining the path, the light of the stars
Were made a mystery to bewildered eyes.

Searching for faith in the depths of
The ethereal, looking for hope into
The corners of the universe, hope
That some star would shine its light
Upon the lonely traveler. But all
I saw were these yellow lights, hung
To poles of cold denial. Poles to which
The freedom of the free mind are
Tied, held captive, thwarted, subdued.

But, elation swept my mind, when
I see the dark patch, from where
I could look at the stars in peace.
But, as I approach it, I see
It was just a shadow, beside it is
The light, it was sniggering,
Pointing at me. And spoke to me in
Its cold deadly whisper-
"Where you going, you fool?
You just follow me."

--Mohan

Stars at night

For once, I live in the night;
Drunken lords defending their might.
Every point they seem to make,
They say is right. But for me,
Un-drunken and un-willful-
Of their presence, gazing in to the depths
Of the sky, at the minuscule stars-
Singing their monotonous pulse, again
And again, singing with the same voice,
Sounds different every time I hear;
For different is every line, with the
Same rhythm and beat, but with
That lifeful rhythm of a heart beat.

In the night only, they will shine.
In the night only, they will sing.
Their harmonious tone uniting,
Every single thing.
In the night only, can I gaze
At them and wonder, and hear-
Their joyful notes of romance, and
Forget all about, the willful sorrow
Of the drunken people.

--Mohan

The evening sun

The sun shines like a king in the sky,
His chariot is made of gold.
He rides along to give way to the moon,
Who rides with a silver crown!

The trees are lolling from side to side,
To the lullaby sung by the wind.
The gentle breeze is flowing serenely,
The flowers breath in and out in sleep.

The ripples on the water are restless with waiting,
They are waiting for a fish to pop out.
They are disturbed by a petal falling into the water,
The petal is happy with the gentle smooch.

The mountains across frown and smile,
Casting a shadow of doubt.
Nobody can test their authenticity of emotion,
As they are born and made of stone.

The mighty creator, the mighty smite-r!
Make up your mind to believe.
The creation of the creator is at stake,
Once wounded it is hard to relieve.

--Mohan

Choices

Lost mostly in a desert,
Sometimes in a forest
Of endless opportunities.

Stuck between choices,
On what to choose,
Or what not to, choosing
With unknown reasons, paths
That can hardly be taken.

Going everywhere, somewhere
Somehow, making a try, having
Hope, that any choice, will
Lead to the greatness of mind.
Any path will lead to the
Freedom of the wilder-land.

--Mohan

The doves sacrifice

The lake, perched upon

The landscape, black

Dotting ducks flying

With wings of fire.

Freedom expressed, in the

Language of nature.

Men and women walking

Hand in hand in blissful romance.

Far from the world,

Far from the lake where

The weeds of greed are

Growing forever uncared.

The water is black

Here in the dark.

It flows, slowly, heavily

Creeping into the silvery lake.

Not, long from now

Till all is erased.

Men and women no more

Walk hand in hand.

But, the ducks still fly

With wings, touching the sky.

But, the doves have fallen

Black they have been dyed.

Falling into a deep valley

Of tumultuous pain and loss,

Of the reality of subjugation

Conformed, polished in to floss.

Incredible strength though

They have in their souls.

But uncontrolled, terrified
They all wait as future unrolls.

Now, in the valley

Green grows the plants.

The death of the dove,

Has brought back the romance.

The dove fell to feed

A lost, hidden seed.

The plant now has grown

Towering above the ground.

Bears fruit and dies.

But of the doves sacrifice,

Mere words can never suffice.

---Mohan

I'm alive!

The clocks ticks along.
One moment of my life is gone,
Tomorrow will I be awake, when
Tomorrow there is only sundown.

Bemused by the possibilities
Of the un-foretold, unseen
Chances of a glorious sunrise,
Marred by a murky evening.

I wake up to see that
The sun is asleep;
Pondering and wondering on
What to do when everything's night.
I settle upon the fact, that
I'm the sun, I'm the light.

Now, the clock starts
To tick the chimes of good will.
As bright shines the light,
On every door and window-sill.

Today I've woken up
Into the dreams of reality.
Away from being conformed.
Away from the delusional superiority.

Now, I've found the answer
To all my dreams, the
Words I hear are clear in my
Dreams incoherent screams.

They were all telling me one thing.
They were all trying to wake me up.
Now, they breathe a sigh of relief
When I say I'm awake, I'm up.
I'm alive.

---Mohan

A blind man Walking

I see a blind man walking,
He is gliding across the street,
He is seeing things without light,
As he touches and he feels.

But I see no helping hand,
Nor does mine offer help.
I wonder why that is so,
Is my heart just like everyone else's.

Then I walk with closed eyes,
To feel the darkness with blind eyes.
I feel blessed now, I've no fear,
Of what may lurk, in the
Deepest waters and the coldest ice.

But the light is gone,
The hope diminished,
Of every impossible thing
That can be achieved.
With no eyes there are no lights,
And in the darkness, with no help,
Will we all perish?

So, I take a step forward,
Slow but sure I walk to the man,
He is still groping for a way;
No, not for a helping hand.

I take up his hand,
I see fear in the face, not in the eyes,
I take a step forward,
He follows with no clue.
Then I see a smile on his face,
As he finds out the touch is true.

The man thanks me,
He says he cannot be more pleased
To know, there are people still to trust,
And now, in life he says, he'll believe.

---Mohan

Freedom, freedom!!!

Freedom, freedom!
Screams the unborn child;
The pain, the loss,
Even it can feel inside.

Its nostrils flare in anger
Eyes opened out wide.
But the arms move around little,
It legs are not yet untied.

The hair on its back
Stand up inside the sack!
Holding it, enclosing it;
Inside, the whole world it can see-
Freedom, freedom unheard it screams.

How it got in there
No one can find.
But, one thing is sure,
It doesn't want to stay inside.

Bursts out of the cocoon,
Spraying joy on all sides.
Peeking one eye on to the world
Freedom, freedom it screams outside.

---Mohan

Cradled innocence

That elegant beauty,
Those flashing eyes,
That shocking serenity,
On those intricate lines.
All through laughing, feeling the innocence
Of the innocence lying beside her.
Waiting for an arrival,
Lurking behind the curtains of time.

Past, oh, its been alright,
Present, it is just fine;
And future, hopes and dreams.

Who can understand what is
Passing in that invisible mind.
Treachery? fat chance, what then?
Fear or happiness or
Suspense- What if it happened that way?
No, god has always favored us;
Would he do that, again?

And then cradling that innocent
Little face lying beside her open- mouthed.
Then a smile of reassurance, always.

And then again that elegant face,
Those flashing eyes, that shocking serenity.
And always with the mixture
Of feelings, in that radiating face;
Always and forever after
A reassuring smile.

---Mohan

Pondering the past

Pondering the past, lost
In this sea of desert,
Of this man blindly
Wondering, wandering in this
Journey of endless nights.

Thinking to move in
One path filled with lights.
And the joy of sleepless nights.

Finding the heart in the
Heartless mind, of the unconquered,
Untouched surface of blood.
And muscles tarnished by
Years of lust. Of skin tanned,
Burnt with desire of the
Unquestionable, invincible quest
To live forever and forever
Pondering the past.

---Mohan

An angel by the shore

Her shadow falls on the
Gentle waves lapping the shore.
The lake is covered in mist,
The moonlight shines on her face;
On the beauty unsure.

Her skin is white, with
A pinkish tinge, bright
With blackness unseen, she
Breathes in and out in peace.

Her breasts are moving
Up and down rhythmically,
In a sensuous dance of romance.
The fire in her heart is bursting
Flames searching for wood to burn.

Her lips are gently parted,
To the chill of the wind.
As if she was kissing nervously-
The breeze, tasting thrill.

The wind blows caressingly,
To blow the hair off her face.
But, one or two strands stick
Around, leaving a seductive trace.

She walks on the shore,
Like walking on rose petals,
Gently stepping, so that
Even the sharpest thorns
-cannot find her sole.

When she walks, she dances,
When she twirls around.
She is an angel, her arms
Outstretched taking flight
Into the land of the eternal
Love; of romantic bliss.

Her trail leaves a golden trace,
In my mind still in a trance.
As I walk away from the shore,
It is an angel I have seen,
Now, I am sure.

---Mohan

A friend

In twists and turns, I'm lost
Alone and broke in biting frost.
A man walks up and says-
This is the way.
I trust him because,
I've nothing else to say.

I won't lead you- he says
And takes my hand.
I will walk with you,
Till the very last bend.
I consent and we walk, hand in hand.
Now, everything I look seems so grand.

With blind eyes now,
I can see the light.
One hand in another
Brought back my sight.
I can see the sun now in the night,
Every path I take now is right.

After the last curve,
I emerge out glowing.
The place is full of people,
And a pleasant wind blowing.
I feel for a familiar hand,
But I only feel air.
Where is my friend?
Oh, he is there!

Behind all the crowd,
He stands, waving.
I wave back to tell him,
I want to thank him.
He bows and departs,
Leaving a memory behind.
Even to this day by which,
I cherish and remember him.

---Mohan

Distinctly together

In this day of nights,

I look out of the window.

In the shadow of the light,

I feel the wind blow.

I take a look around,

To see if anyone's around.

Now, I know its time-

For me to come unbound.

Into the light, out of the shadow

Opening the doors of heaven,

With the keys stolen from the almighty,

After I'm gone to find a haven,

I can be in peace, for anyone to see.

For that to happen someday,

I'm waiting in the darkness;

To emerge out glowing

With tons and tons of greatness.

So great that none can shun my light

As I walk into the night,

Holding the light above my head,

For anyone to see, that

I've got nothing to hide

From anybody, not anymore;

For there is no me, it was always us.

And always thus will be.

---Mohan