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In Mortal Fear of Deception

Poverty eats you up

Disease eats you up

Disability and pain

Eat you up, crime eats you up

But Deception gnaws at

Every single atom of

Your being till

You are shorn off

Even the slightest

Semblance of dignity

And self respect

Then you crumble

Bit by bit

The pain savouring you

Till the last scoop of breath

Posted in Jottings, photo story, Poetry

Promises broken

I will not hurt you ever
Nor break your heart
I would cherish you
And be by your side
You had promised
Touched a soul
On its last journey
And promised
Three years later
Your promises lie scattered
Like colourful, dead leaves
Love’s skeltonic ,dry branches
Hanging limp
Over my heart
Saturated with a fertile
Fountain of tears and blood
Hope a stagnant boat
And future
An abandoned home

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I don’t hate you

Because you are gay

I don’t mock at you

Am no moral messiah

We could have been

Best of friends

Caring and respectful

Laughing together

At the narrow minded

Gay haters


My heart screams only

Fear and pain

And disgust

I cannot laugh at

The gay jokes you share

With your boy friends

I resent the loving times

You spend with them

My entire soul drowns

In its own murky sadness

I didn’t ask for it

I didn’t know

Not my fault

Am a woman

Your wife

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No Hell Like This

Death incarnate

That is who you are

Ghoulish , creepy , brutal

In all its heinous extremes

Concrete within

Asphaltic without

My Kaal

My sins unforgiven

My agony invigorated

” Am your moksha

Your Messiah

We are meant

To Be !”

How right you were !

My very own

Customised Waterloo

There can be

No hell after this

Only Moksha !

Screams getting louder

And silent

Rage boiling

To most pitiful


Oh the headaches !

Matching the

Heartbreaks in

Deafening cacophony

The urge to kill myself

The will to fight back

The yearning to plead

Swirling in a vortex

So dense

It de – oxyegenates all

All of me

All of mine

All of human and humanity


The hydra headed monster

That you are

You were

And will always be

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” Gratitude will

Never be yours

For all the goodness

You are !”

That old man

The astrologer

Had said

Decades ago


Never told that

I would receive

Stabs in the back



And abuses instead

From unexpected quarters

From those

I held close to my heart

And trusted with my soul

Accusations poisonous

To the hilt

And insults


In the grimiest filth

But nothing

Had prepared me

For what you hurled at me


” You are a spider

Ensnaring me

In the most cunning

Cobweb ”

So now I cannot sleep

Eyes a battleground

For tears , again

Sleeping pills fail

Heartburn robustly awake

I want to hug you

Tell you how wrong

You are

But the spikes around you

Ward off all

Kill all

I drink some water

Pat the dog

Say a prayer

Write a poem

And lie down


The dawn should hurry

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Cunning Murder

There is a new killer

On rampage

No weapon , no poison

Only eroding


By insanity



Evil intent

With smoothness

Of an experienced artist

Leaving the victim

Broken within

Pushed against

A granite wall

Gasping for breath

Wriggling and writhing

In pain so intense

It burns all sanity

And the murder happens

By own will

By own hand

Posted in Jottings, photo story, Poetry

Death , Finally

So that day

She finally died

After a lifetime of

Being bullied

By closest one

Being hated ,rejected

Neglected and

Trampled upon

Like a rag doll

For thoughts she didn’t think

Sins she didn’t commit

She was only a mirror

Reflecting the evil

Within one who

Looked at her

She was stoned

For other’s sins

Burnt at the pyre

Of greed , ego and madness

Another innocent soul

Another loving heart

Blamed for that

What was wrong in others

Chewed hollow

Till nothing

Remained palpable

But she so wanted to live

To laugh , dance and sing

To travel to far away lands

To breathe in

All that was oxygen

All that was love

To crack silly jokes

To hug and kiss

To find and explore

To learn how to swim

How to ride

To adopt another dog

To celebrate another festival

She loved life

She lived love

Finally she died That day

Or was it night ?

Memory fades

As breath stutters

And the curtain closes

Gone now

After a lifetime of abuse

At the hands

Which she held to live

To survive

She so wanted to live

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Sometimes the mountains

Just eat you up

All that is fine is foggy

All that is kind is harsh

You lose trust In goodness

In people who mean well

The isolation hypnotises

You to see only the dark

The rocks harden the heart

The wind takes you

Far far away From reality

Movement becomes a habit

And you don’t stay

You only walk away

Breaking others

Into fragments

Never to be a whole again


The mountains eat you up