METAMORPHOSIS

An array of words roused in my mind,

Questioning and exciting me.

I lay on my sick bed shivering,

My body heat penetrated my brains,

And it ruptured into small molecules

Each filled with millions of headless microbes

Making dynamic thuds.

They created a vibrant catastrophe,

Exhilarating my swollen memories

Kept apart in a corner of my brain tissues-

Some grown inside out,

Some over-grown like amorphous mass,

Some seen like twin heads;

All twirled over my head,

Like metal balls in a pendulum

With no clock for support!

Grains of sand entered the nostrils,

Moving towards the sinus glands.

I felt neurotic, did nothing.

It enlarged into globules

Blocking my air passage.

Face muscles tightened,

No pain, no numbness

I dismantled each piece from my face,

Like a broken clay vase.

To my utmost surprise,

Those were the black letters

Of those hidden words.

DEATH

Death...is it like an emotional hawk?

That could hover as 16 lumps

Or like 6 wheels bending and twisting?

It could bombard with metal scraps

Gulping in between X and Y-axis

And lack of fresh air,

It could imbibe our breath.

A GUNSHOT

The colour of dead black skin

Was visible in the bright orange light

Cavities created piercing the flesh.

That was an overwhelming catastrophe.

He was dozing between pillows,

Grandpa’s gramophone played,

A well known ghazal.

His sister was making masala tea,

One of her merry time hobbies.

The nearby gunshot made her tea spill,

Terror saddled without notice

It didn’t finish in a shot.

Rather, it went on

With no place for the blood to flow out.

Cotton from the pillows formed designs

Of the modern world.

The cold-hearted barbarians

Camouflaged as humans,

Thirsty for their own brother’s blood

Smashed the fingers still holding the tea cup,

And moved their way against God’s will.

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WARM DESIRE

Lost in my thoughts and deeds
Barely had I noticed myself
Urging for a transformation,
I did things never been craved
And then he came with a ray of hope
To give a fresh start, to rejuvenate
I bathed in his cold sweat
And washed away my old smell
With that I re-entered into that world
No guilt, no hard feelings
Only a delicate feeling of love
No strings, but souls attached!

DEATH OF A SPIDER

It was sitting behind the toilet seat
With long legs spread apart,
Hairs bracing on them.
Those white eyes looked rather cruel
On that huge head with no hairs.
No positional change occurred
When I flushed the toilet.
A bad idea arose in my head
To kill that clumsy creature.
I had only the cockroach killer spray
But I tried it on and on
The long legs started shivering and running.
With a steady state of mind,
It climbed on the walls moving abruptly
I left it alone for a while.
Then I saw a tiny spider liberating from its body,
And I knew that it was a female!
I felt some guilt but did nothing.
When I reentered the bathroom,
She was not visible at all
With my scrutinizing eyes I found her
Camouflaged on the brown broom.
I sprayed again and again with rage
And there it lay on the floor tired
The hind legs scrapping her own face,
Making small attempts to climb,
But failing to make a trial
I scooped that creature with utmost care
Half dead, with an angry heart
Now she lay on the soil after the turmoil,
With ants dashing for their feast…
Once fierce limbs were torn away,
Once built webs were washed away,
Once bulged belly shrunk inwards,
Like all living creatures culminate!

A MUDDY PASSION

The hut with mud walls smiled,
With tinder in the eyes and temper in the lips!
They saw it and laughed too,
Showing off the ugly wrinkles.
His half grown beard frowned,
With trickling sweat on it.
She felt his icky smell and walked away,
Towards the hut darkness within
That frostiness gave her more comfort,
Than his venomous company.
But then she knew that there is no exit for her,
From the suffocation.
He smiled again with cruelty inside
But it was the last chance for him,
To call her back, to love her;
Agony resulted for both.
Because, their eyes didn’t meet!