TO MY DAUGHTER

MY DEAR.. MY HEART, MY SOUL..
I HAVE NO WORDS OF ADVICE..
NOTHING TO PREACH,,
BUT I DO HAVE DREAMS..
HOPES..
UNSAID.. UNHEARD..
DEEP WITHIN..
I MAY NEVER SAY
BUT I WISH..
I WISH…
I WISH I COULD BRING YOU UP
TO BE FREE..
UNBOUND, UNHELD.. UNBLINDED
BY THE WALLS OF MY PARENTHOOD,,
I WANT YOU TO BE FREE..
FREE AS A BIRD,
EXPLORING THE WORLD..
FREE AS A BEAST..
OUT IN THE WILD..
NOT CAPTIVE,
BEHIND BARS,,
NOT A SPECIMEN FOR ALL TO SEE
NOT WALKING AROUND IN YOUR TINY SPACE
AS SPECTATORS OBSERVE
AND THROW IN FOOD..
THEIR MORSELS OF APPRECIATION
FOR YOU TO NIBBLE ON..
WHERE YOU SEE THE
MURALS ON THE WALL
AND CALL IT HOME..
NO…
I DON'T WANT
YOU TO BELIEVE..
THAT LIFE IS EASY,,
THAT THE WORLD IS
AS BIG AS YOUR CAGE..
THAT FOOD IS WHAT YOU ARE FED..
I DON'T WANT YOU TO SIT THERE
NIBBLING ON...
WAITING FOR THE VET
TO CONDUCT HIS WEEKLY INSPECTION..
YEAH.. SOUNDS EASY…
BUT I DON'T WANT EASY FOR YOU..
I WANT YOU TO KNOW
THAT THE FOREST
IS NOT ALWAYS AS GREEN
AS THE WALL PAINTINGS SUGGEST..
I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT
NOT ALL MEAL IS EASY..
I WANT YOU TO LEARN
THAT LIFE IS NOT EASY..
I WANT…
I WANT YOU TO HAVE HAVE A LIFE..
NOT JUST LIVE..
I WANT YOU TO KNOW
HUNGER..
PAIN…
FATIGUE AND DESPAIR…
I WANT YOU TO KNOW
WHAT IT IS TO HAVE YOUR PREY
GET AWAY..
WHAT IT IS TO LOOSE A BATTLE..
I WANT YOU TO LEARN
AND I WANT YOU TO GET BACK UP
TO LICK YOUR WOUNDS
AND FIGHT ON…
AND THEN MY DEAR
YOU WILL TRULY CHERISH LIFE..
YOU WILL ENJOY
EVERY BITE OF EVERY MEAL..
YOU WILL SAVOR EVERY STEP
YOU TAKE…
THEN MY DEAR
YOU WILL KNOW
HAPPINESS…
AND THAT IS WHAT I WANT..
YOUR HAPPINESS…
UNBOUND.. UNRESTRAINED..
UNOBSTRUCTED BY WALLS-
NON EXISTENT..

AT THIS POINT
YOU MAY ASK
“WHAT IF WE WERE THE DEER??”
WELL MY DEAR..
THAT DOESN'T MATTER..
FOR I WILL BE THERE...
YOUR FATHER..
YOUR FRIEND..
YOUR BEST ALLY..
I SHALL WALK BY YOUR SIDE…
I SHALL TEACH YOU TO RUN..
TO PROTECT YOURSELF
TO GO DOWN FIGHTING…
TO NEVER SURRENDER..
TO DREAM…
TO HOPE…
AND MOST IMPORTANT…
TO LIVE…

AND IF EVER
WE ARE CORNERED,
WAITING FOR THE LION TO POUNCE,
AND YOU FEEL AFRAID..
KNOW THIS MY CHILD
AS I HOLD YOUR FACE AND
LOOK INTO YOUR EYES..
KNOW THIS..
THAT COURAGE IS NOTHING
BUT AN OFFSPRING OF FEAR,,
COURAGE IS THE CHILD
BORN IN THE WOMB
OF YOUR DEEPEST FEAR
BY HOPE…
SO HOLD ON MY LITTLE ONE..
HOLD ON TO YOUR HOPE…
HOLD ON..
HOLD ON AS YOUR FEAR
SURRENDERS…
BECAUSE ON THAT DAY,
WHEN I LOOK INTO YOUR EYES
I WISH TO SEE
THAT SPARK OF HOPE…
AND I WANT YOU TO KNOW
THAT IT IS THAT SPARK
WHICH WILL IGNITE MINE..
WHICH WILL BRING A SMILE
TO MY LIPS
AS I SAY “DON'T BE AFRAID”
AND WALK OUT TO DEFEND YOU….


-joker-

RUN

Run my son
RUN...
No stops at all
NONE...

No pauses, no
FUN...
Rise now, with the
SUN...
And run till you are
DONE...

So said the world;
FOOLS...
they.. with their
RULES...

I say friends,
CHILL...
Let's have our
FILL...
Of all things
GOOD-
fun joy and
FOOD...

Life is short;
LIVE...
Of what you have,
GIVE...


-joker-

Ballad Of Pain

And in blood shall I write
this tale of mine;
All bloody and foul,
nothing divine...

Across miles from where I stand,
all around,
heads, limbs and charred bones
on the ground...
Trees cut and ripped apart-
bloody all..
Me alone, cry and shout
and unheard call;
to nobody, though to all,
help I seek.
Through eyes closed with gushing tears
I try to peek...

Oh! the sight that met my eyes
stops my heart..
And then again, in a sudden rush,
it again start.
Pumping hard, and harder still,
it fills me up.
The pressure in me and the heat,
building up..
And in a rush, all at once,
I blow apart..
Once again I was killed
by my heart...

Lo behold!! there I was
born again..
For seconds few or even less,
I was sane...
I looked upon the bloodied parts
all around..
parts of me, was all I saw,
strewn around...
Cut, torn and left to rot,
I saw myself;
A thousand me or maybe more
beyond help...

Down came, out of the blue
a giant knife
and chopped me down, bit by bit,
and took my life..
I felt the pain burning through
with every blow..
I felt the life drain out of me,
reluctantly slow..

And as the pain was overcome
with calm and peace,
and in death's welcoming arms,
I felt at ease,
I was jerked back to life-
made whole again;
and thus goes on, my bloody tale-
the ballad of pain...

A little feather shed by a bird and carried on by the wind. They never knew nor shall in the future, that their little task has made a man smile.
The bird may not even have noticed, as it cleansed lazily, that this feather has parted from it forever. As for the wind, it would have been oblivious to the burden as it flew in through my window.
As the feather lay there on my bed, lost in an unfamiliar terrain, it caught my eye. The very sight brought a smile upon my lips. A tiny glimpse of nature glowing bright from among the artificial and man-made..
It filled in me a hope – an optimism, a bit if faith. The very realisation that there still are things left, that are pure and untouched by human hands, made me smile.
My first thought was to treasure it.. to keep it as a reminder – a guiding light. And then I thought otherwise..
I took the feather gently, careful not to damage it, walked out and placed it on the earth, where it belong, for I feared that in my room, among my stuff it would eventually loose it’s purity.
As for me, the memory of those few moments would suffice. At least as long as I encounter a similar or hopefully a better glimpse.
Until then I shall move on, trying to keep the memory of the feather alive..

-joker-

The boy in the box

At last, I have my space;
My world for me to build..
Small but large enough,
My kingdom for me to build…
Miles and miles, in an arm’s length;
Untouched, untaunted-
A land of joy and peace,
With a little moor- haunted…
My dreams and hopes,
I shall hide,
In this little space;
The kingdom of a child…

No bills to pay,
No worldly worries..
No fights, no quarrels,
No blind hurries…
In here I shall live
As long as possibly can..
For a day shall come
When I walk out a man…
And then like a mule,
Burdened by all,
I shall move ahead,
Walk, run… fumble till I fall…
Blind I shall walk
In a maze unknown;
As others reap
What I had sown…
I shall watch,
Cold and numb,
As my dreams,
In piles they dump…
I shall love,
Hope and trust,
And then watch them
Trampled in the dust…

I dread that day
When I shall leave,
This little box
Where the real I live…
But for now
I won’t fret,
Coz that day ain’t here;
No… not yet…

I shall build a world
Where not a tear
Shall ever be spilled;
Where only ghosts, I fear…
Here I shall rule,
A world untaunted;
A land of joy and peace
With a little moor haunted…

-joker-

my heart

I’ll be dead
By the time you see,
There was a heart
Deep in me..
On that day
When the truth you see,
Don’t you cry
Over me…
Tears, I have shed
Enough for you
And a bit
For others too…

You may know
Or may not;
If I had my say,
You better not…
But if you knew
How I cried;
How to smile,
Hard I tried…
How very much,
If ever you knew,
You would be forced
To start anew;
Filled with love,
A new start,
Where you would see,
My little heart…

But why the hell,
Should it be,
That you will love
Just good me???
Nay my dear,
That ain’t it…
The pieces there,
Doesn’t fit…
If reasons you need,
To love me true,
I’m better of
Sans love and you…


-joker-

The fields are not as green,
the river not that clean..
the birds not that gay,
the squirrels have ceased to play...
for good or bad, i never know,
but change for sure, is part of the flow...
change is where, the old cease to be
and the new shoot turns to a tree...
who cares, if extinction we face,
if the world gets a better race...
life is now; give it the best,
forget your fears- leave the nest...
fly out there, atleast for the view,
u've just got, hours few...
and when thy wings shall wither
and thou shall join me hither,
upon the world, we shall look,
as if reading from a book...
and when i say " I should have.."
smile my dear and say " I have..."



-joker-