LiFe DrEaM

The dream stood signalling

signs of the life forward,

worst nightmare haunting man.

Noble look and tucked shirt,

a man with gentle thoughts,

applause,garlands and admiring glares,

mics proudly proclaiming out

precious words he threw away.

Fake care hugged him,

betrayed by once godly love

the smile on face always mocked

a soul of dried up tears.

The coat and tie hung in air

while the core was reborn,

from the ashes was found new life

praised by self as worthier.

Forgotten by loving hands

never cheated by someone else

but always by life itself.

Torn clothes and images of life,

travelling with a split head

the ways spilt with blood,

the reddened floors stepped on

with aversion so steeped.

Two sides of my own

whatever life holds up,

mother deer with tears will watch

her beloved child being preyed upon.

Mistaken Silence

The midwife lifted the baby boy in her arms. Light fell on the child and the big mole on the right cheek was thrown into sharp relief. From what she knew about moles she said:"The world will take him right"-the first time he was mistaken. As an infant he used to cry very little,he was told later. Every time her beloved child cried the mother took it for call of hunger, but inside it was the cry for words, for language, to be formed on the tongue, not milk. The father lend his arms for the child to help him into the world.Each time the child fell down the father thought that the baby will learn from his mistakes. But years took for the comprehension to come that the child is a slow learner.
The child was named after one of his ancestors, nothing new, everything attributed by someone. The age came when he could sit on a chair with his feet on firm ground. The scene changed to that of teachers and classmates, desks and benches. The teachers thought they handed him the end of toy lines, but what he caught was the pearls that came from their lips-some sparkling, others which he had to polish by himself. He thought that the toys had grudge on him because he did not treat them well. Like a revenge the toys inflicted a curse upon him-others counted him among the plastic toys. Strings were attached around his neck too, he was pulled around and made a 'cluck-cluck' noise when he rolled around.
Then came a time when mirrors and combs came around onto the stage.It was from then on that
he knew that his signals were misinterpreted.His silence was taken for dumbness and his talks for a joke. People condemned his habit of biting nails but the  boy whose mind was crying never wanted his comfort to be pointed out as a 'bad habit'. At nights he dreamed.On a particular nigh t he was speaking, speaking to many in truly inspirational words. A few nodded and his heart leapt "At least there are a few".Fired off by the words they ran away,"maybe to make a better world" he thought.Hearing gasping breath he turned around. They were back with bloodied hands and yelled together "Like you said we killed him". He looked down on his stabbed heart and with shaking hands drew the dagger off. When he woke up the last words in the dream stood clear "You got me wrong".
The mom and dad looked back and knew why the child had cried  each time as an infant and why he had fallen down. But knowing and accepting are two different things. A picture pasted permanently to the wall of mind-the midwife was wrong.

The King

A king was born long ago

the son of nature;of the trees,

like all others he grew

and as prince captured hearts.

So fast his fame spread

men asked him to take throne.

He ruled not one nation

but several did he conquer,

not all men somewhere

but least some everywhere.

His word was shining gold

his sword - blood red,

so he led the people in peace.

Magic ran in his blood

to sponge the tension all away.

The servant king whom people praised

so soon became a tyrant wizard.

None could look him in the eye

nor could turn turn their backs on him

he had asked a reward too great

their blackened souls

for the lead he played.

Thus the king ruled on and on

watching slaves die in his land

their hearts which cried for mercy

their hearts that cried "freedom".


[I've seen lives being distorted by the king whom they where enslaved by;smoking]

Mental Suicide

Here I stand on a lonely cliff

looking down upon the waves

crashing onto heavy boulders

in this cold evening

all alone by myself.

My heart like the eve

chilled to the very depth

just an emotion,that rushes like the waves-

loneliness and nothing more.

But now I flashback to the past

my memories speak to my heart,

they bear upon and weigh me down

the thoughts of a loving family.

I take a step more back

away from the hands of darkness,

the mind a swirl of thoughts

of love that I never returned,

decisions taken wrong:of mental suicide.


[This is my first poem.This was from where I started learning to walk through the lines.]