friendship is a mirage
no such permanent
relationship ,

depth of the relationship
may vary to the circumstances,

some times we may follow or
some times we may act like a leader
and allow others to follow

it’s a game
in which we make followers
and we ourselves to follow

FOOT BALL

FOOT BALL

I feel world is like
a foot ball
and i wore No.13 jersey

but there are no team members
and opposite team.
no spectators,

I am alone, a player
with out any goal post.

No referee to control,
To start and blow final whistle

i found only gallows and noose
to finish my game.

MY LOVE

My love
I do not know
How to say about my love
It might be a gift of god
I thought
It was perpetual
And I was blind

It was the result of
My devotion
I was rewarded
After my years of
Relentless prayer

I thought I was the
Owner of my happiness
But he had fixed
The duration of my happiness
And he returned my love

I trembled and cursed
My father and said
Why did you give my love
Why did you return my happiness

His answer was specific
Neither I give nor did I return
Its all illusion
Your happiness, your love
Your grief and everything,
Its all for a moment

PROMISE

Promise made to retract
It comes from nomadic period
That may be the reason
for its unpredictability

One may think that
it is like mathematics
But the history of the world
would disclose it otherwise,
reveals its real characteristic.

it is like a 20 twenty match
charming and energetic
but short and unstable,
rather to say camouflage

one can not rely the word promise
and to believe promise is
like consuming cyanide
to cure an incurable disease.

who killed more....

who killed more....
To catch a tiger
they killed thousands

War between dragon and tiger
they called
“Zero civilian casualties”

but I am pouring blood
through breast
to my six months baby

celebrating war!
they carried out
aerial shelling
like a fireworks
in a carnival

now it is time for
analysing the results
yet it is n’t officially announced

who killed more
tiger or dragon………?

midsummer rain

a midsummer rain!
I do not know

But it changed my life,
changed my dry skin
and it became wet

First love and
First kiss,
just like death.
an ultimate truth,
won’t come again.

When your wet lips
Touched my dry cheek,
It rained and a creek
erupted in my heart ,
which flowed through
your fertile land
just like the
mid summer rain
crept in to
the cracks of dry land

just like the rain
after 1000 years,
my first love and
my first kiss will
Twinkle
in this world

14th February 2009

14th February 2009
14th February
st.valentain’s day
a day for love
in our 365 days

thinking about
my poetess friend
I do wish to celebrate
This year 14th February
with her

a plump lady
having three kids
beautiful and sparkling eyes
telling million stories

but is it a wise
and pragmatic decision ?

meeting a bachelor
with a mother of three kids
on 14th February
at Mangalore

Beware, one of my friend
called over phone
“don’t go there
you will be
welcomed by Muthalik
with bow and arrow
not by cupid

thinking about my
14th February…..!
I need a day
for celebrating hatred
in my 365 days
st.brutalik's day…..
thinking about my
14th February …. !