Temptation

You sit there, locked

From the inside. So,

That you can't get out

When they want you to.

Daring to lock horns

With desire. You decide

Misery is a way to choose.

Exploring, is not

A passing fancy. But

It is sharing in disguise;

You never knew.

But, be it a hobby,

Habit or a deep welled

Conformity. Human life

Is a temptation. That you

Believe is really true.

-- Mohan

To the joy of today

Hear my heart, speak words of love,

And know not what even a word may mean.

As I speak, I dream of times in a cove

I spent wondering about a world in green.

Love and nature, the two things that bind

Me to joy, to un-sorrowful melody.

Give me more time, to have thoughts in my mind,

Staring at beauty, I lose my memory.

Few things that rhyme that makes one cry.

Few others cry with tears held by sorrow.

Of these words, I can say nothing but sigh

To the tunes that ring the bell for morrow.

Forever into the future, they'll sing their tunes

And make us sing and dance in sweet wonder.

They'll make us forget our past, bury them in runes

To the joy of today, let's now surrender.

-- Mohan

Sweet Rigel

Whither will you take my vessel,

I wish to land on Rigel's shores.

And see her rise above the sun,

To the east where every dawn begun.

See her colorful tears and smile

Reassured of the early sky.

Blue and red and golden- glow

Her hair caught in the cosmic flow.

Darling of the sky you are,

Sweet are your shores i'm sure.

Before I close my eyes can I

Just to see you, look to the sky.

You haunt my sweetest dreams, Oh Rigel,

You are the prism to my unchanging dream.

Further than old Sirius you are,

But your colors, his light can never mar!

-- Mohan

Life exists

Do I believe it when, I say,

I can surmount all odds to define a way.

When the light that shines is bright and gay,

Where the wind blows the sun away!

When the clouds that carry mist and foam,

Gather around my meager home.

Covering it with braces of gold,

In their dark clutches forever they will hold.

Taunted bruised in a golden cage.

Spoon fed hunger of thoughts take rage.

And the golden shackles of clouds break hold.

When I shout aloud, life exists, behold!

And, now my way is defined I say.

The light of sun will ever shine this way.

For forever day and night,

This disease forever I will fight.

And with one final yell, I will fall,

Even, if my name is in a fameless hall.

Remember the words if not me.

Far from heaven or hell when I scream,

There is nothing more real than a dream.

-- Mohan

Accident

One day, the rose spilled blood,
And the milk spilled water.
And the sun took a course,
Anon but well trodden.


Two boys growing old,
In the summer shine played catch.
They threw the ball into the air,
To let it not drop back.


The ball it rolled once dropped,
Into the gutter by the side of the street.
It rolled ever to surrender,
To gravity and to friction, unlike a parakeet.
The boys took chase, after the ball,
To catch him before he went underground.
For if he fell into the drain.
They would spoil their life to bring him to air.


But, the ball just rolled,
Over the small clefts, opened to let
The water in, on a rainy day.
But, today the wind blew, and the
Sun groaned, so there was nothing
Except the smell of fresh air.


The ball rolled over to
The side street, bouncing on a little
Piece of stone. The bounce ever getting
Bigger and bigger, till it bounced
Onto the road. And it joined
The neighbor's streets where no children played.
For, from dawn till dusk, here only
The vehicles of men ever strayed.


The kids were tireless, they chased the ball,
Into the street filled with noise,
One car dodged, so did another and
Another finally hit the ball.

The ball rolled towards the kids
Now deflected off from its sight.
The kid stood still, to
Hold the ball, unless it again
Got away from sight.


Some man driving a car seeing a map,
Crossed the road, seeing no evil deed.
But, he soon hit a kid, falling down
To his knees, in the middle of the street.


The man climbed down, and looked at the child,
It seemed horrific enough to forget.
Everyone cried, from men to women and dogs.
And the sight is still fresh in their minds.


And the kid was buried, under the stone walls,
Surmounting all kings of old.
The kid died with innocence unsurpassed by any,
But died with no cause of gold.


And the man who hit the kid,
Sees no map while driving today, as
He crosses the road, he hits
Another kid catching the same ball.
The people gather to see what happened,
And see the news, "A kid dies in an accident"
In his hands, in fonts of bold!

-- Mohan

Dramatic seduction

To see that sweet seductive smile playing on your lips,
Like an angel carved you face me tonight.
Laugh scintillating and sparkle like a silver rose.
Oh dear, how I wish to die in your arms,
And live forever in your heart

-- Mohana

Maiden lust

Look at me in the mirror,

Turn to me, stab me.

Crawl across my beauty.

My hair like golden swallows

Sing for you. Tickle

Your wildest fancies upon me.

Hold me coldly,

Cut my virginity.

Swallow me soul and whole.

Drink me and get drunk

Like never before.

-- Mohan C

Look at me and tell me that you love me

Look at me and tell me that you love me.

If not for the sake of pleasure, then for pain.

If only for the sake of the truth

That lies covered beneath your thick black mane.

Look at me and tell me that you love me.

Just for those days

When our hair will be covered in grey not black.

We can sit and read old books

Kept in the corner on a dusty rack.

Look at me and tell me that you love me.

So that we each in our hands can hold our hearts.

And see the sun shining on the peak.

And before our end begins to start.

We would've found

What our young ones will be trying to seek.

-- Mohan

New born

Closed eyes and tiny ears

Balled innocent fists.

No nails, no threat.

Bald from head to toe,

Years before the sins of hair.

Not blind, not dumb

But, no wish to see

Or to be heard.

Waiting for food: milk

Drink: water.

What lovely life?! No

teeth to line the smile. No

wish to see a smile!

No wonder, its a lovely life...

-- Mohan

Fear and anticipation

Wait, you can take me with you
We can walk on the dew
Fallen on the grass floor
And make grains of sand dance
In the wind and watch them
Floating in the swirling dust
Rising through the air.

Caught between today and tomorrow
Neither happy nor drowned in sorrow
The day was filled full of delight.
Watching the hymns of time
Corrode the silence that the graves
Hold gravely in their womb.

Swiftly runs the rabbit through
The holes in which their young ones grew
And raised now from dust to grass
Nibbling its mouth on the unseen past
Passes the day with silent laughter
Lest, the wolves hear it laughing softer.

--Mohan

Bliss: An attempt to express, part two

Nothing more did I want now,
Than the faint lightning in the cloud.
That signaled to the sky,
The clime was not sleeping around.
It brings more delight to my heart as I take this walk.
I see the rain now passing stranger lands in its path.

Darkness covers the dusk-bathed sky in seconds,
As the half-moon tries to fight
The clouds trying to tie it in chains.
And, now that the home is very near,
The day has decided I should no more
See the sky in clear.

As I now come to my house, un-tired and un-sorry,
I walk up to the roof, to sit and stare,
And look to the sky with no avail.

The moon is finally caught in the bowling ball of the clouds,
Striving to get out of the clutches on hold.
He seems now to be in more hurry than the sun,
To dip into the day, to meet someone.

And for one flirting moment the thought crosses my mind,
That the sun and moon are playing tag,
And the moon to this day has never failed to lag.

The looming stars now come slowly into focus,
And reminds me of the gods doing hocus-pocus!
Only the eagles fly above the sky here,
As they search for a mice running somewhere near.
The sounds not so distant of utensils and vessels,
The smell of air does here, remind you of fear.
That some uncouthly disease is looming near.

As the darkness deepens and the stars are brighter,
It is time now to slip into my room,
And pass the rest of the night, in the glowing light’s gloom.

So, obey I do, to this calling of the night.
To wake up again to the morrow morning bright.

Stop now I will, this writing of the ode,
And ask for one last time, the question I’ve asked before.
Tell me my friend, if not this,
Then what else is god’s abode?

--Mohan

Bliss: An attempt to express, Part one

There is a rainbow to the east,
To the west is the sun.
There is a nightingale on an electric wire,
Sending shockwaves through my brain.
Over hanging clouds are bringing
Lighter and lighter rain.

There is a sparrow on a lone stone,
There is a duck in the lake,
Which is reflecting the sun,
As he dips into the clouds,
To hide from my stare.

I’m sitting on the pavement with
The lake spread out in my eyes.
What can be more awesome than this?
You tell me my friend.

I can listen to the muteness,
Tu-hoo tu-hoo sings the bird.
Tri-ti-di-dri sings another,
Reminding me of sounds unheard.
Tin-in-tin-in is the noise which is
So much in tune. Me listening,
To every trouble, I’m now immune.

The waving clouds bring delight to a heart lost in thought.
The flowers enhance, the ducks warning cry,
As a stray dog chases it trying to catch it in vain.
What more is awesome than this?
You tell me my friend.

A lone woman passes by, just another passer-by.
And the sounds of a rickshaw pulling nearby.
Gets dissolved in the lake, which has heard so much more
And is yet not saturated with the speeches unknown.
The grass growing wild, has bushes bloomed in gay,
So free the spirit of a thorn lost in hay!
The juggling bees make a sound,
As two nightingales, in playtime chase around.

The sun now beneath the western clouds waves goodbye.
Tell, what is more serene, than a friendly smile?

Not far away, a coconut orchard sways in sync with the wind,
The pond heron is crying, it is hurt it seems.
Nor can the lake heal, nor can I
I just watch the bush sparrows flying closer by.
The ground is another sea, for a small insect on jelly-stones.
The rock like an island meditating on its own.

For so long, lost in the sea, now I look up,
There is a moon in the air, and pink clouds too up there.
The darker clouds overhead are now in the east,
I wonder if it is raining, and another taking a walk like this.

Where the moon seems like a kite,
Tied to a long threaded cloud.
As the lights on the ground, come around.
They wake up to the nil sounds of an ode singing,
In the distance, as the sun is sinking.
The rays now look brighter than the morn,
When the sun in the east is actually born.

The sounds of the festivities of a near-by town,
Now engulfs the silent air, as a silent stranger walks alone.
Nature gives more life to things,
And brings more life on this planet trying to find,
A fiend, a friend, a feast or just some wine!
Nature it brings more to me,
Than all the past that has passed me by.

Tell me my friend what more can I wish,
Than this unworldly unusual feast?
Tell me what more is amazing than this,
Than to listen to the sounds of nature’s bliss?

--Mohan