Penned Ego

New Year Earth wished to give up revolution, Thinking it should be her resolution. She was believed to have reached A point on the orbit that ceased The existance of a framed year Which displeases one's ear. Petrifying animals, polluting air, She once again became a ball of fire, Like her chauvinistic polygamic spouse, Who confined her to his vast house. Animals, petrified. People, betrayed. Air, polluted. World celebrated.

Haiku 6 Used a filter and separated some elements. Used another filter and took some back. Beware supporters more filters yet to come.

Haiku 5 Someone pushed us from the vantage point To a lower level of deception point. The latter, "more real' than the former.

Haiku 4 Wipe the tear from common man's eyes, Said a Legend. Then came another Legend, And wiped out men, to prevent tears.

Justice In heaven, she and I, held each other's hands and cried. Then we looked at each other and cried again. We saw a marriage happening on earth, we cried again. She tried to hug and kiss me, we couldn't, she cried again. We cried not for our lost chance for a life together, there was never really a chance rather than me being murdered by her angry relatives for my unintended identity and her living as my widow. We don't cry for this injustice, we cry for another which we never saw coming. She gripped my hands even firmly, and narrated the events of the night we were brutally raped, her sexually and me mentally. I was her only therapist and this narration was her only therapy. The story of the night I left her alone in her apartment. The night I planned to go to my home and wished to inform my parents about our secret, silent relationship that we maintained even after the whole issue at her house and my intention to marry her ignoring the possibilities of my murder....

Article 19 (1) (a) Don't dare to chisel my tongue For the triumph of your tongue. Don't dare to snatch my right To be, in my language, erudite, To be who I really am And add before ma ,am. I don't do any charms And transfigure my arms To look like legs or head, And never force them to tread. And yet I live as a single entity Without them having any enmity. Impossible is it, to impose unity By ferociously erasing diversity.

Safe House Ronny watched the clouds touching the roof of the needlessly gigantic, abandoned building where he lived along with the abandoned inhabitant, whose eternal mate rested inside the specially built concrete chamber outside, reluctant to join earth and others, whose blood and later flesh and bones nourished the soil to be futile nowadays. He rushed into the house while the thin, pale, grey-haired, woman talked to her children abroad. Through the phone, with features transcending her requirements, they assured her safety from the threatening flood. “Amma, you don’t have to worry, flood won’t affect you as our house is on a higher plain. We will come there next month, for Anju’s wedding.” The soothing words subverted the effect they created as they said, “we may not be able to come and see you this time, as you cannot come to the wedding with this health condition and we don’t have enough time to come home.” She missed her days in the old age home. Back then she had a family, t...