Sunday, 3 November 2013


This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 43; the forty-third edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is "LIGHT"
"Flickering lights all around. It has come it seems, Diwali has come.
Day of lights, noise and smoke. Lights are terrifying. They burned my friend last year.
I will move away from these lights and find my solace in darkness, my abode.

Oh no, why are they coming here?"

An agonising wail engulfed the locality.

 (From the canine who never enjoyed diwali)

*Happy Diwali
*Please be kind to animals

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Saturday, 19 October 2013

Purpose of Smile

In the autumn of  life
when the fall is nearing,
there is an ample time to reflect.
The dawn has begun
and the endless night is waiting
i am willing to trade goods for mercy.

From the first job to the long retirement
life has gone, wasted in planning.
No time to stop, miss a train
get late, sleep hard and make a call
to an old friend.
No time to behold and enjoy little moments
that brings smile to our face
lazy hours after working late.

In an airconditioned cabin
amidst the paper work
no rustling of paper i heard
when a N.G.O came to teach
nearby slum children.
Occasional mirth from the window outside
disturbed me sometimes.
but amidst the scorn
i envied their happiness, their contentment.

A youth long gone and money is all that is left.
rationality and ambition that guided my youth
has died slowly.
All that i longed for is happiness and memories.
But i am not dead yet.

My grandson looks like his dad, when he was born
and the waning glow, has returned somehow.
Its not too late to live a life, gain those moments
that makes you smile
Now as i see my grandson and his mischiefs, all i do
is smile.

Sunday, 4 August 2013

Make a wish

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 40; the fortieth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is "MAKE A WISH"

"This psychotic serial killer is on a rampage, 3 weeks and 3 girls dead. His stats now read a staggering number of 13 murders in three months, Is our city safe, what is local police doing? What is commisioner Maxwell doing? It is high time for him to res..."

 Gerald Maxwell switched off his television set but that silence was not able to soothe and console his agitated mind, how can a killer be so crafty, witty to be able to deceive him. all his years of experience no good. Its over three months and still no clue.How can someone be so efficient? All these questions gave him sleepless nights. whenever he closed his eyes, the brutal images of corpses flashed in his mind. This killer was needed to be caught. 

"Gentlemen, From now on, a special task force shall be made for pursuit of the killer, headed by our very own Mr Lecter." lecter was one of the most decorated officer in the crime investigation department, he specialised in psychology. 
" Gentlemen, this is certainly a unique case, while its evident form his way of killing that he is a psychotic killer and mutilated corpses suggests that this is a way of delivering his justice. He is unlike all psychotic killer whom i have caught or heard about, He is smarter than all and certainly doesnt want to get caught. He doesnt like killing. He despise it and kills out of compulsion. He doesnt like to play around with puzzles but rather performs a peculiar form of execution" 
" which is" someone asked 
"He asks them to make a wish before slaying them and burning them, he makes it clear that he will not spare them at any cost. Most of them wished to call the police and interestingly, he complied everytime" 
"Yes, and we missed him every damn time, no cctv footage no clue anywhere, 13 deaths and we have failed everytime" said commissioner dejectedly.

"Hmm i see, there are no sketches and has evaded police more than 7 times. This count shall stop at 13 only, we can do nothing but wait for his next move, we shall have just one chance to catch him. He thinks he cant be caught, he thinks he is invincible. i have to prove him wrong"

 Another hectic day at work but yes the work was done, the girl this time was screamo, damn what a headache, she wanted to call the police, hahah silly girl, i granted her wish and yet she was killed, no one can escape from me, no one can catch me.. I AM GOD. 

He sat near his bed. It was a long night and this a beautiful morning. A morning apt for a morning walk in the park. As he doned his tracksuit, the flashes of his lovely time with his wife engulfed his mind, how they both used to go together for a morning walk untill one dark night. 

They were having a quite dinner, together, a romantic one. She was wearing his favorite dress, as dazzling she was, he fell in love with her,each second.

Thuderous knock on the door broke the silence, she opened the door, it was police. 
"Mrs turner, you are arrested for the fraud of $20,000, you have the right to remail silent, whatever you will say can be used against you" 
 "Officer there may have been a huge misunderstanding" 

"No Mr turner, there are enough evidences to convict her"
Amidst the pandemonium, she was sentenced for 10 years. The media, finance company celebrated it as the victory of justice. 
She could not bear the trauma, the embarresment.

She killed herself. 


 "There is no justice in this world, Innocent people are killed and convicted, now there will be justice, i will bring it, i will decide whom to convict, they will serve punishment, i will decide, yes will,  because i can, I am right, i am just, I am GOD" 

He fed on fear, he relished the pain and scream. He saw the fear in their eyes. one revealing how hideous they were from inside, how corrupt was their soul and the other eye gazing him, judging him. He removed them both, everytime.....

" Uncle, have you seen my doll, Alex threw it and it came here. Uncle please tell me, i have to go home as early as possible"

 "Well there is no doll around, here,well take this new one, i bought it for my daughter but she is not here. She wont mind, You can take it. you can Stay for a while" 

" Thank you uncle but my mo m tells me there is a killer around, i need to go home"
 " Okay then, see you tomorrow, bye"

As she left, he felt an empty excitement of how his daughter would have looked if his pregnant wife would not have committed suicide.. .

This morning he felt something different but nothing unusual. Swift gush of blood, sudden hormonal release, sweaty hands.. He needed to KILL! 

"Uncle why have you brought me here? What do you want me to show?" 

"Hey kiddo, i want you to make a wish and look me in the eye while doing so" 

"Oh uncle so you are.....You will kill me?" 

" You are smarter than i thought, Make a wish"

 "why do you want to kill me? what have i done? Please let me go to my mom"

"You are going to die. Make a wish.. FASSSST!" he shouted.

" Uncle, i wish that you cannot kill anybody, anymore" 

"WHAT! how dare you" 

He slit her throat, a red stream trickled from her neck, he eyes remained open as if questioning why? but that doestnot matter. she was now lifeless. 
His thirst was not quenched, he wasnt satisfied but he was the God. her wish was to be fulfilled.
 He went home and tried to sleep. .


"Sir we have an intel on the criminal, he abducted a 7year old girl. We have the sketch. He is 
Frank Turner, lives on 10 spring street' 

" We will find him at his home i am sure" Lecter concluded.....


 "Dad why did you kill me,  dont you love me?' 

" No i love you sarah, " 

"No you dont, you killed me, i am so sad" 

"No please dont go, i am coming".........


"This is the house, lets get him" 
"Sir, here is nothing"
 Lecter sensed something, he went to the bedroom. 

He found there the remains of a mere mortal.... 
"We have him, he is dead, seems like a heart attack" Lecter informed.

 " I dont mind, now he cant kill anybody, anymore" Commisioner concluded...

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Saturday, 8 June 2013


Values and beliefs
of culture and humanity
shapes morality.

What constitues
Universal moral laws?
Who defines them?

Amidst right and wrong
the morals are questioned 
of the weak by the strong

Voices silenced
by coercion, hegemony and
dictated morals

Monday, 3 June 2013

A man who sleeps under the tree

Sullied, barechested, barefeet
In the shade across the street
wuthering heatwaves, nah! they wont make him sick
as he sleeps peacefully on the pillow of a fly ash brick

People whine of heat as they pass him by
temperature reads 47 ,afternoons sultry and dry
people they pass him by, people unconcerned
he takes his nap, a nap that he earned.

Sun breathing fire, he breathes tranquility
peace and content,earned from drudgery
with hardships all around, what dreams can he see?
when he sleeps peacefully under a tree.

A complex of companies across the road
with airconditioned ambience of stress and workload
combined with montonous banality.
where an insomniac boss
often berates his employees.

Wednesday, 27 March 2013

Scary Holi

The festival of holi knocks the door. The festival of colour. With joy all around, making this po em scary is so much fun.

I wake up in the season of festivity
I see outside, People playing holi.
Drenched in water, draped in hues
Looking like zombies.
Approaching me with bloodshot eyes
Oh god! should i be scared?
Will they rob me, or will they kill me?

Written for Word count by Mama Zen

Sunday, 24 March 2013


No, Don't be afraid, open the portals of your heart
Let me sneak ,my way in  silently

Hush! Do not speak, I know what is in your heart
Let your eyes confess to me, Silently

 Now the silence surrounds us in tranquility
let me make you mine in this silence, Silently.

Whatever may come, we will face it together
You will find me walking beside you, Silently.

No, even  the death cant part us now
because i will come following you