Suicide - sonnet

His insipid eyes filled the emptiness of the night
Contemplating his decision last time
he stared at the wall, as the clock struck nine
Strumming the blade the last time, gathered his might

Staring the unkempt triangle on his wrist
He raised the blade that magnified his charm
Then, his eyes fell on the lines of his palm,
Reminding him, yesteryears in a gist

making a ploy on his palm, she made him eat
Soothed his hands whenever he fell on the ground
Or those rusty hands when he rode night long
Tonight, to live, were those moments surfeit?

A whirlpool of thoughts had again passed him by
And like every other night, he spared his life

My first sonnet.A sonnet is a fourteen lines and every line consists of 10 syllables. Please google syllable if you don't know what it is and log on to: howmanysyllables.com for the number of syllables in a word.

I thank Sagar, my friend for helping me out.

Three I'do'it[s]

Give me some sunshine

Give me some rain

Give me another chance

I want to grow up once again

na.. na .. na... na...

Yes! you guessed it right
About the movie: 3 idiots,
i am here to write !!

Shall not reveal the story
Shall not tell you
the story was awesome/hunky dory

The movie evokes a dying passion
Something amiss amongst us today
Each part is like a therapeutic session

For those of you,
who have never been able to live their dream
go! live your life!
At the top of their voice,
through the wonderful fabric of imagery,
The actors and the directors scream




A must watch from myside

On a holiday

Away from the sputter of carbon

Lo! I fly to another sky

Where the sky is bluer

And the birds fly high



The sunflower winks:

where hast thou been

the roses kiss my cheek,

as the butterflies flutter with a smile



I sheepishly grin and say

At a nearby land, I now live

where there were once flowers and trees

but now replaced with automobiles



but here I am to take back,

an ounce of thine sky

and show my world

lo! there’s life that side



It was a write written while i was on a holiday to pondy, neyveli(out skirts of chennai)

In love with nature all over again

Which land do i belong?

Which land do I belong?

I have been born on the side,
Where I have not been brought up
I eat the food which my part of land does not crop

In my worship place,
The muezzin plays the conch
and the priest rubs vermillion

Greeting with a hello, Namaste, adaab,
I converse in multi-dialect
And move with every sect

Which land do I belong?

Why do people choose on caste and creed ?
Today, it is their need
And tomorrow, their greed


Perplexed, I asked my master
Lord! Guide me through,
Save me from this religious disaster


He replied:
Ram, Prophet Mohammed,
Guru Nanak, Jesus were peace messengers
Look, what have you done, O! Man
Divided on the name of the messiah
And in the lap of your mother
Today, you treat each other as strangers





Wake up, people. Before we realise that our country has been broken into infinite pieces.

Alone

Alone,
I stare into the emptiness of the sky
And again feel lonely tonight
The stars, shining bright seem dimmer today
And the moon seems to blur by the day
Our reflection in the still water
have engulfed the waves of the future
Once upon a time: the ‘us’, ‘we’ and ‘our’
Today, stand miles apart

She

She is bruised. She is injured.
But no! She is not medically insured
Looking for a heir night and day
Her hair has gone grey
And Yet! She has made no retirement benefit plan


‘Cut her’ as some say
One yells you go ahead and makes way
Some mock at her
And some still wonder
Can her facsimile remain long ?

No trace of fright
Unperturbed by her plight,
She says: At least in their motif of division
For a while, they are a union
And she continues to sing the song of unity along

Good morning ! :)

Giggling wickedly
Its rays the sun slowly spits
And with it’s charm,
Our world it magnificently lits

Wrapped in the blanket’s arms
I slowly open an eye
as the moon of yesterday vanishes
Lo! Begins the metamorphosis of a frown

Before I begin to complain
About the light’s mere presence
With its heat
It shows its disdain

It hisses and alas! I can hear it aloud:
With your acts, first you infect my cousins
Then walk or run a kilometer or two
And then you innocently raise slogans

Ironically, you flash your anti-environmental automobiles
And leave us to lead a life without any zeal
One fine day when you realize that, you say: Oh! We may die soon
Let’s feed the nature a last dose of chlorophyll from the sun’s spoon