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