'I want to be a Woman'

I want to be woman.
Frail & meek,
Shy & sweet,
I should be,
Shouldn't I?

I want to be woman.
Orchids & roses,
Dolls & princes,
I should adore,
Shouldn't I?

I want to be woman.
Fettered by custom,
Bound by culture
I should endure,
Violence & subjugation,
Shouldn't I?

I want to be woman
Walking down the aisle
At a tender age,
Sharing the bed & the flesh
With a hitherto unknown man
Shouldn't I?

I want to be woman
To bear guilt,
To bear pain,
And procreate without fail.
Shouldn't I?

But, I don’t want to be woman and you know above why.

"Creativity is Dead"

I saw a corpse,
Lying unattended on an opulent street,
Carcass only, but no soul.
Someone was dead, but there was no uproar!
I inquired around, I got no clue.
The people had no time to lose.

Then, a moment here and there,
And, the picture began to emerge clearer.
Chirping birds and blooming flowers of spring,
No longer made people delighted or thrilled.
Festivals had merely become days of inaction,
Not fit for rejuvenation or revitalization.
Passion was now just a word,
And diffidence everyone's consort.
Ethereal desires and sinister reality
had mercilessly killed creativity.
And, there was no screaming, no funeral for her
Not even an acknowledgment of her death.

The True Kingdoms

Limbic was the most important planet of Cortex galaxy, located on the inner borders of it. The planet housed two major kingdoms, perpetually at war with each other. The eastern kingdom was called Orient and the western Occident.

Orient was ruled by the king Prude, the successor to the great King Puritan. Prude belonged to the most sacred race of the kingdom, the Upright. He was the protector of Moral religion. He declared Orient an abstinence state and asked his subjects to follow it. The biggest punishment in the kingdom was honor killing.

Occident was ruled by king Pervert. He renamed his kingdom Profane state and declared blasphemy its official religion. Fear was his most favored god. The prime occupation in the kingdom was indulgence. The citizens belonged to the sybarite race. Their favorite past-time was shame hunting, an endangered animal in this kingdom.

It was the period of hedonism and Occident had become a very powerful state. It's expansionist policies had brought it to the doorsteps of Orient. One day, it attacked Orient and after a brief fight defeated & captured it.

To mark his victory,the mighty king Pervert declared woman as the currency of Limbic. His subjects were highly appreciative of this benevolent act of his king. They came up with a number of poems to extol his vices.One of the composition read:

Fear is my savior, pervert my king.

Woman is currency and economy free.

Keep me betrothed to destiny, O Lord of vices & Limbic King !

For use or abuse,

I shall be obliged to him.

#Dark writings

#Inconclusive

"One Day"

At dawn, one day,
The sun knocks on the door.
Amber rays ooze through the curtains,
The facade shimmer in daylight.

I wake up, but
Alas, the spring is dead,
The salubrity gone!
Leaves are dry & parched,
And soil as hard as rocks.

Not too much time has passed by,
Since the heart skipped beats,
When it first met you,
Among rocks on the beach.

Now,
There is no silhouette on sand.
There are no palm trees.
The sea sings the elegy,
Sweetheart, you were blood in him!

"Shashank"

"फकीरा"

फकीरा क्या करेगा चेहरों का !
सफ़र में बिछड़ते-मिलते शहरों का !
रिश्तों के बंधन बड़े महंगे यहाँ,
फकीरा क्या करेगा रिश्तों का !

फकीरा तो है मशगूल फिजा में अहसासों की,
हवाओं सा बहता बेफिक्र ।
फकीरा संग जज्बातें हैं,
इबादत में बहती आँखें है ।

फकीरा तो बस सौदागर है रूहों का,
फकीरा क्या करेगा जिस्मों का !


"शशांक"