The cigarette I smoke ensembles the entire city as I look at the street lights through the window. A sudden glimpse of them makes me inquisitive. He pushes her forcefully to the wall and seizes her waist with his muscular hands. Her poison nails dug his back with much force. They kiss each other; lick each other, her razor sharp canine’s dugs through his slithery skin. I watch them with much attention and curiosity. The two bodies penetrate into each other, as if fighting for the release. They make hate, they fight, they try to kill the very emotions inside. She moves besides the wall while he slides on her causing her immense pain of hate. She loves it. As he bends down and her face turns upside, I choke. I followed her for miles, her tender fragrance got me to this building and there she was, in massive pain of satisfaction. I drop the cigarette down and stand still, witnessing the act of transgression.
The power cut had rendered the busy suburb half lit. It was almost bedtime.. It was a time of oscillating cycles. Things were running there full turn. Everything seemed to indicate that the monsoons were well on their way. The showers always bring good news. As a rule, each cycle buries the old and always brings with it something that’ll keep you occupied till it’s time to move on again. He sighed.
This was the latest the sun had ever set in that part of the world and the dark rain clouds glacially went about their business in the sky. The railway tracks creaked and rumbled, a solitary crow on the electric crow cawed. Animals of all kinds were returning home. The skies would be totally engulfed by darkness in the next ten minutes. A tall heap of bamboo sticks lay inheritance less next to him. He leaned against the wind and felt the pleasant touch of the breeze as it tickled by. Nothing in the world could bother him anymore. The breeze stopped.
Underneath the darkness his eyes went cold. The bottle slipped from his hands to an ear shattering consequence. His heart pumped. His throat choked. He fell to the ground like dead weight inches away from the glass shards.
He checked his vital signs. It was all good. He stared wide eyed and shocked at what he saw.
It had happened. She had done it… there was no other explanation.
- Akshay Shringarpure & Rahul
The dark coming of the nature
Makes her wonder,
Wonder if someone’s waiting for her
The thick black clouds, they seemed to cry
Cry for freedom, freedom from thy sins
Heaven is what she felt, in his solace, she went dim
Tears of bliss crashed from her eyes,
What was caged, now was a free soul
While, she stood beside the creek
And he peeped from behind the tree
Did she vanish, caring not for freedom, or was she free now?
Was it a delusion, he knew not
He’ll know not… (Rahul)
To see her wings peep out when you’d least expect it,
would be a privilege she offered a prized few.
The tuft of hair blowing in the wind,with soft curls that matched her cheeks.
The curve of her back took a wild turn into her hips.
But you’d never notice.
You’ll always be more dazzled by her lips.
With the twilight as your witness and the dusk as your guide.
You’d follow her through the path she would shine in the dark.
She’ll take you to the lake at night,
bear you witness to the shimmer of her glowing skin under the stars.
Be quick to catch the elusive glimpse;
She’d have spread her wings,
She’d have been gone. ..(Akshay)
(Reprise…)
She is free……tears
spilling over her eyelashes
she cannot stop them…the tears.
They splash – onto her face
down down down
cleansing her soul.
Her soul – this baptism of water -
down down down.
Then up to heaven – up up up
she soars.
As an eagle – a falcon with a message . . . .
to heaven she goes… (katsa)
I stood on a broken road
With a bomb in my hand, and a gun in my hood
What could I do? Where could I go?
To drop the bomb, to shoot them all
She stood on the other side
And the sun shone through her face
It revealed the darkness she had in her chest
I was amused, I could linger
I could offer my flesh, to her
The ever ending road was ending there
And the scars on her face were confusing me
She was laughing aloud, she was dancing around
With a baby in her hand, she was crying, crying
Decimated she was, for reasons unknown
My mortal frame, was facing her
The end was a portal
Through the vistas finite
The bomb was gone, the gun was no more
She was brought back to life
Through a soul that was stole
I moved back, my re-birth was mounting
Through a mystic force, they call them life’s own ways
The sun was shining again
Illuminating, giving life rays
The war then ended, the turmoil was burnt away
For once now, I lay aside the gray
And I smile, I smile…
-Rahul
It’s time to disobey everyone
And everything I’ve learned and lost
It’s time to witness insanity
And kill the doors
I am no more a man enough to face
Face the truth of swelling eyes
I’ve got no reasons to make a trip
And no reasons to cut open the skies
I’ll write with ink of blackened tears
I’ll die fighting in a street fight
I’ll slit those throats, I’ll never speak
I’ll never die, nor survive
The songs I’ll write but never sing
My anger won’t be justified
The rains of red will rein the lies
I’ll touch my anger, and my pride
I’m a poet, and I left my home
With a hunger residing in my throat
Sun will ringlet, and moon shall die
My anger won’t be justified
-Rahul
Oh, what a day it was
I was flowing with the wind
Standing by the creek
Saw an angel with a broken wing
I stuttered to a halt
And hid behind a rock
As if compelled by
Some mystical force
It was a vision extraordinaire
Though there was gloom on her face
As if her crying eyes were asking
“Will I ever be healed, is someone here?”
Something inside me wanted to help
Though I was not sure
“From the whirlpool of pains
Would I be able to bring her ashore?”
I walked up to the creek
And asked who she was
With frightened eyes she looked at me
Into the tree she vanished, alas!
- Rahul & Praveer.
P.S One of my few first attempts at writing poetry 
When the night arrives
And you hide behind your shadow
When you close your eyes
To conceal all you fears
When you try burying yourself behind the walls
And they keep on closing; you’re not your heart
When you want to scream out, scream out loud
And you try, trying hard, but you can’t
As the walls are closing, closing fast
And you keep on trying, burying the past
…Behind the walls!
-Rahul
to be continued!!!
Roaming through the ruins -
Stumbling stones – blocks of sooty bones
Baalbek – a bird’s eye view of the gods who flog me.
I’ll be down…down there
as the falcon flies -
I’ll be crowned there – crown me
with your shiney drones.
There’s nothing left
Nothing left to lose – or to gain.
Just a few grapes beyond the hill . . . is all I wanted.
Olive leaves gleaming in the sun
A dangling fig of fortune . . . too much for you?
All that’s left is my rage -
So, I rampage – against the god who stalks me.
All that is left is pain – that I don’t understand.
So, I rampage – against the ones who mock me.
I’ll be down…down there
as the falcon flies -
I’ll be crowned there – crown me
with your shiney drones.
©Katsa
The reel reads,
“The End”.
The show is over,
It’s time for my departure.
Played my part at par,
I would like to think.
Life is a circle,
I believed.
The reels would roll over again
For the next show.
I might play the same part again,
Or maybe not.
What I believed
Was not real.
As the credit ends,
The final laughs would be concealed.
“I’ll come again”,
I told myself.
Will I?
What good I did, I thought,
As I removed the make-shift clothes.
Everyone cried,
As I slept quietly on funeral pyre.
Though I was smiling with closed eyes,
Expecting, He would lend me a hand
My makeshift clothes
Were burned,
Red colored fire laughed,
And the laughs could be heard.
For she knew
Life cycle is such.
What comes has to leave,
Credits must end,
For reels to roll over again.
© rahul
She drives on an open road, to the place
Where who resides
Have you seen? Have you been?
There?
When she looked around
The empty ground
There was a light beyond the dark
Clouds!
She screamed in the surge of silence
She lived in the far off lands
She dreamed of taking him over
In the mystic highlands of sands
What else she could say
Where else she could go?
The irony still remained
The empty faces of past, she searched!
Still she runs around to look for the light
Still she sleeps not, and carries a torch
Still she looks around for whom, in the silent disguise
……………………………………………….
He sleeps like a dead-man
In the blank face of the past
-Rahul
Some Ridiculously Hippie people!
