(This is based on a true incident. Of how a mother asked her lover to kill her own husband and child, so that they can elope and lead a life together. he has been given capital punishment and she, double life terms. But irrespective of all that, the incident created a huge shock, as I still cant imagine how a mother can kill her own 4 year old child for carnal pleasures.) .
What is it this thing called love
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Long before the rooster calls
And the night breaks into a dawn
I toss and turn upon my bed, when
All those dreams of mine are born
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She enters into a world of her own
As words tumble on to her page
Flowing like a ballet dancer’s steps
Profound, like words from a sage
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“If Only I had not drunk and drove”
“If Only I had gone for a morning walk daily ”
“If Only it had not begun to rain”
If Only I would stop saying “If Only”
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(This was written 72 hours after I bid adieu to one of the most loveable persons I have known in my life – my father in law, no my Father and my wife Priya’s biological father. In these lines I have tried to describe his last moments in his own words.)
I lie in the hospital bed, my wife
My daughter and her husband by my side
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Last night I slept so deep and sound
In the morning, saw a sight profound
How do I describe, well what do I say
For before me stretched the Bengal Bay
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I went for my medicals one cursed Saturday
The results I didn’t reveal – there was no way
Sunday evening, while watching football
I heard my wife scream – “this your cholesterol? ”
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I wrote a little poem last night
Scripted with love, hugs and affection
Yet the one for whom I wrote
It seems to have hardly caught her attention
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No no, my mother, don’t do this to me
A speck of life I am, so born I should be
Are you forced to do, then please scream NO
A daughter’s pleas, as a mother you should know
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Why do I love you?
I love you for your sweet smile
That I haven’t seen for a while
That leaves all sorrows in its wake
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Why do my poems always sing
Tales of loss, sadness and woe
Of selfish folks and the tears they bring
I have asked myself, yet I do not know
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I asked the Lord in my dreams one night
“When in your presence I find peace
Why do you drag me through this plight
Would my worries ever cease
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Come hither children and I will tell you
Something from the past, so fun
A story that is so refreshingly new
Come, and I will tell every one
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It lashes across the Kerala coast
The heaviest rains the nation can boast
Bursting promptly on the first of June
Behold! It is the Kerala Monsoon
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Tall buildings line the distant horizon
Coconut trees sway as far as I can see
Squirting red, the setting sun
Shows its brilliance, just for me
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The old year has gone by in a rush
Herald the New Year, so young and fresh
Forget the people who made you sad
Forget the events which made you feel bad
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It was a Monday, early in the morn
When buses and vehicles were few
The fastest way to the railway station
Was across the graveyard, I knew
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Sang a poet so long ago
If winter is here, can spring be far behind
But would I survive the harsh winter cold
And the frost that has frozen the mind
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Twelve days of war had by then gone by
Thousands dead on the battlefield did lie
With Drona as the leader of the clan
The Kauravas hatched an evil plan
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You sneak in through the balcony door
I have left it open so wide
And then I find you there no more
Pray where did you run and hide
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I am a simple lover of poetry who did not dabble in writing it till five years ago. Had written a few before, including one when I was eight. But never took it seriously as a hobby till I was past forty. But now, it is a soothing caress for a tired or troubled mind.)
The Scum
(This is based on a true incident. Of how a mother asked her lover to kill her own husband and child, so that they can elope and lead a life together. he has been given capital punishment and she, double life terms. But irrespective of all that, the incident created a huge shock, as I still cant imagine how a mother can kill her own 4 year old child for carnal pleasures.) .
What is it this thing called love
Isn't it the presence of the Lord
The spark that lights a lonely heart
That from one heart to another, poured
And of all the love that fill our hearts
The one that is most sublime
Is the one that flows from a mother's heart
Yet, a mother did commit this crime
She was a wife, a mother, a daughter
Her daughter so cute and dear
All of four, when the sun goes down
Her mother is all she wants near
She fell in love with her colleague, at work
Which by itself wasn't fair
For with a loving husband and a lovelier daughter
Why did she stray elsewhere
Can Love make so evil, a mortal soul
Can it make her so blind
To despise those who loved her the most
To cause her to lose her mind
So did she with her paramour
Her future life, conspire
Far away, just the two of them
A life, she did aspire
But to get her vile pleasures a price
She knew she had to pay
Her loving husband, her little angel
She wanted out of her way
Oh! The human mind in its grotesque ways
Can be filled with such evil and greed
That to call them animals would put those gentle
Beasts to shame indeed
So one day, she sent her lover
On a mission that can't be more cruel
That little one and her grandmother
Were hacked to death, so brutal
Then he waited for the husband to be home
And hacked him too, leaving presumed dead
And quietly from the scene of crime
The monster then quietly fled.
But the long arms of law caught up with them
To unravel tales of sin and sleaze
Of two minds that were most depraved
And acts that would any sane heart freeze
He has been sentenced to death by hanging
She, to decades in prison
Each night for her would certainly haunt
The last cries of her little one
Would she have cried out for her Mother to help
Would she have screamed that time in fright
Would she have known her messenger of death
Was sent by her mother she hugged at night
Even the vilest of animals in the forests wild
Would guard their offspring till their death
Then as what form of life was she born to send
Her daughter to death for pleasure and wealth
Perhaps for the evil that mankind does
Are born such scum to roam the earth
To remind us not to lose touch with the Lord
Does he send these devils to be given birth