The lyrics wish for a life

I wish i could be the note of a voice,
Or the melody of a song.
But i being mere words am soul-less,
Waiting relentlessly for a euphony
, A music that could give me a life

The Trench

i woke up inside a deep dark trench
Or was it a well, but there i didnt find any water
for i felt only the cold stones pressing against my head
looking up everything seems to get clear
There is the blue sky,the white clouds
all i need was to climb up,so thts what i did
slowly steadily one step at a time
and when the sky was just a grasp away
i felt this agony for i know this last step
i am out of this well but am I free?
I reckon life isnt simple at all
All the time we are left in an illusion
that we are one step closer to our destiny
but when i climb this last final step
what surety do i hav for who knows
All the long i was sitting inside a well
Dug inside another deep wide trench.

A refugees tale

I always wondered how hard it would be for a refugee , every once in a while i had to read about people getting drowned in sea, when they decided to cross the borders, Ever since then i wanted to write about them, and today i imagine being one among them waiting for the imminent fate

I wasn't a kite,but i dreamt to fly high
breaking that thread that connects me
to the mother land, cutting away that umbilical chord
flying far away from all these miseries
towards a place where all dreams shall bloom
But my dream came with a cost
twenty eight silver coins for the stranger
who sailed the ship towards the destiny.
was that simple dream of mine-
to live a descent life, that heavy of costs?

But soon my wonder dissolved in the sight
Of two hundred men packed closely in a boat
that allowed me a place thats one halfth of my feet
all my life i never had expected-
A space for my feet shall cost me a fortune
I sold my home , my farmland only to buy what?
you may think i am a fool,but i am closer to my dream
For the world my dream worth smaller than a nine inch space
But its the only thing that i have for now

we sailed day and night standing under the sun and the moon
And only little did we eat or drink
Days turned into weeks and now i had enough space to sit
I wondered where the others embarked
And i know sooner it will be my turn to leave
So that day did arrive with tremendous vigour,
with light works and thunderous sound
For we were caught in a storm in that cold night of december
with more than hundred aboard, our boat decided to take a dip
and when i was gasping for air, closer to the gate keeper of death
I searcherd my empty pockets, just to bribe my way out of this misery

My master

what magic has it in you,
that makes me wonder all about you,
And makes my mind so slender
As i can only keep thinking about you

I feel to break this spell and leave
but living without this magic
seems not life anymore
For once your mind has tasted -
that heavenly elixir of love
Then you are addicted . intoxicated
For now  I am the slave
And you are the master.................

My Butterfly

I should share this dream of mine, i was walking through a garden 

till i saw a butterfly so beautiful and gorgeous flying around me,

 sometimes it sat on my shoulders,

  some times it kept whispering in my ears to give her a company,

  i was glad for other wise mine would be a lonely journey, 

and we travelled together till we reached a two way junction 

and we had to go different ways, as i looked her colorful wings

, deep down somewhere I longed to keep her with me,

 but she so fragile, I am afraid if i touch her then i might crush her wings,

 so i stayed back and watched her flying away from me,

 For loving is not owning but to let her leave - and to fly

The last Day

There is a poem to this day
A verse , that been read many times
the colons and dots, commas and that marks
all been there where i have always known
But these words feel new everytime
even though the tune is the same
And the meaning is unknown , But
These words are what i am here to read
And soon when the words are no longer new
the song will end and the poem is done

Cancer in Kerala and the greatest Irony

"Life is the greatest irony. "

I happened to read an article recently in the newspaper stating how badly the air is polluted by the chemicals thats been excreted by the industries. The life seems to get a halt when the air water and the land that we live get unsuitable for day to day life. I dont need to worry about the air in kerala, thanks to the political parties for their constant labour strikes that hinder the industrialist to give a shot here , but i need to be worried about the food i take. Most of the food that we consume here is rich in minerals metals and toxins .
Why we are deprived of the right to live?
The number of cancer cases that has been reported in recent past has raised to a new level, a level that seem to be impossible for the other states like karnataka and tamil nadu can ever imagine to surpass. Why its getting difficult or them to challenge these numbers set by my state. The reason is the green vegetables, oh sorry let me para phrase it again, the toxic vegitables . They are being exported regularly to kerala and it get so difficult for them to retain it back, for the good neighbours, i mean the vegetable sellers of kerala, are so concerned about the health of the the people of karnataka and Tamil nadu that they wont allow any of the waste to remain there. they just buy it all and sell in my state.
What do they achieve?
They buy cancer and sell it here, we dont have any choice but to buy it for high money. Why are these shop owners so greedy, you cant just question their good intentions.Can we? They are earning to save it for the time when problems hit their family, like medical bills. One need to be sure one is prepared to meet the medical expenses, They need to give the best treatment when their kids fall ill. And ofcourse their children will fall ill(God forbid). And they will get what their father is selling. what are these shop owners thinking when they sell the fruits and vegetables to the poor people of Kerala, that they could insulate their family from these waste and toxins, to make an invisible cloak around them that may repell all these. How stupid!!. Their kids too will go to the milk shake corner, the hotel around the street and they too will consume what shouldnt be consumed and will  fall ill. Then these greedy bastards can pay for their treatment with the money they got by selling the illness to their loved ones
And That is the greatest Irony!!