RAINING FROM MY EYES

It was so obvious that it will rain today.

“The Lord hath told me.”

To have, yet have it not – that sums up what having Yama in your life means.

I knew it right from the time He announced that He will leave today.

I knew weeping wasn’t an option, especially not in front of Him.

So obviously someone else had to do it for me… pent up emotions have to come out after all.

I knew, like everytime, the elements will help me.

So I knew, oh I knew it for sure, that the rains will arrive in the city this day, pour down my anguish straight from the heavens, yet bring me peace… pure and simple.

“He went -

Time and energy well spent.

The bird flew…

Which way, who knew?”

POISON

Poison in His veins.

Blue murder in His eyes.

I dream up a beautiful world for Him.

For Him though Hell is what is nice.

Poison in His veins.

Wrongs that can never be right.

He chooses to punish the wrong one though -

Wrong the wrong one, what a sight!

Poison in His veins.

I feel sorry for this behavior.

I can never come back.

I am parting ways forever.

AN ACHE FOR AN ACHE

(IN MEMORY OF PUNE-BOMB BLAST)

He called me up, my friend from the land of dead.

My loved one was scarred, he said.

My loved one has lost forever many of its dears

And left a city of ghosts, fleeing its fears.

“Not again”, I said,

” ’cause I love every inch of this earth

And beyond too, if I knew,

What it is that colors the blue.”

“Whatever. But the news is true.

I’m telling you because I know you through and through.

You’ll feel the pain of a dozen families

And weep for the sins of half a dozen enemies.”

And so it was that a night before the test,

I was at my mournful best.

A mocking laugh sounded as the unrestful were laid to rest

And Yama held a billion’s pain to His heaving breast.

THE RE-RETURN OF PAIN

A dozen red lamps lit up the midnight blue skies,

Even as a hundred hands held His wrists.

“Don’t go. Stay,” they said.

Claimed His possession and times and even His head.

Even in the light of those dozen blazing lights,

Even tearing apart the pressures of a hundred hands,

His head and heart and soul tears tears apart.

The return of pain really comes at the very start.

A GRANTED WISH

He came, he saw, he conquered.

She went blind, she conceded defeat.

He came with the black clouds,

Unexpectedly in pleasant spring.

She looked up at the skies,

Contemplating eyes wondering.

When it clapped thunders

She read his arrival in the wind.

She knelt and prayed for the worse.

With a cool mind, she prepared for the accepted curse.

And then she was granted her wish –

A permanent stint in His kingdom.

This meant some more time for games

And a delayed flight to freedom.

"YAMA, COME."

“I know you love me so much.

Why don’t you come for me?

Now, when it’s a cosy autumn evening,

When no one cares where anyone else be.

“When you’ve loved me from when I was very young.

When you’ve been courting me for this long.

When an answer to “Age? Name? Identity?” is “To Nothing I belong”.

When a peaceful memory is just a song.

“Why don’t you come to take me?

Take my hand and set me free!

Unshackle my roots, on my pride lay a wreath.

Embrace me, embrace me, O Dark Death.

“Why did the serene evening of everyday

Blaze at me today with a fiery orange sun?

Why our job on earth, O Yama,

Is all but done?”

YAMA IN LOVE

Since he couldn’t cry in the day,

He wept his grief in his dream.

Enough of the tough facade -

Silent tears spent unseen.

Not all is great.

Not all is right.

When there’s everyone around

Yet no one really in sight.

“I have a job

To kill my love and joy.

Can’t do it and can’t not do it either -

Why such a punishment - Why?”

CHATTING WITH YAMA

"Why?”

“Because.”

“How?”

“Thus.”

“Mourning?”

“Nay.”

“Pensive?”

“Yea.”

“Tears.”

“Why?”

“Heavy heart?”

“Now say goodbye.”

“Have said so.”

“So what’s the deal?”

“Why you walk away

Remorselessly with the kill?”

“Feeling is not part of my job

But I’ll say I am sorry for you.

Not for her – she’s happy.

You’re sad and so little you know.”

“Go.”

“Where?”

“To hell.”

There! That glare!

“O ignorant fool.”

“Explain. I’ve to know.”

“Patience.

You reap what you sow.”

YAMA FIGHTS

He’s dark and strong -

He’s so full of might.

They call Him – Yama,

The lord of the night.

Day after day,

He deals in plight -

Chopping off some wings,

Giving some others, flight.

In the blink of an eye,

He takes and gives sight;

Deciding for Himself,

What’s wrong, what’s right.

Just and cold,

His mask’s a fright.

What He goes through, He knows

Alone – the dark knight.

Numb and alone -

night after night,

He lies on His bed -

Tired of the fight.

THE ESCAPE

I met Him again today

When He was preening amongst His peers,

Laughing the laugh that puts terror in our hearts

And hold close to our chest, our dears.

When He spoke it blew icy winds,

Numbing all senss with that tone.

As some scampered for their mackinaws and mittens,

Others drew back in dark corners, left to moan.

I stood there stunned like stone,

Looking up at Him with awe.

His majesic demeanour and flashing eyes

Struck my insignificant self, raw.

But He meant well, this time, He said -

His laugh, for once, had nothing ill to bode.

He smiled His grand forgiving smile once more -

And patted me down the road

THE GLUM AND THE THRILLED

Two guys met me on my way back home yesterday..

Yama has slapped them both they claimed.

Yet one looked glum and the other thrilled.

Yama slapped one on the back and the other on the face…

The glum one counted his days till the end,

And bemoaned the undone things in his life…

The thrilled guy skipped a mile a step

And forgot all about any impending possible strife!

The glum one hugged his family last night

And prayed hard all night long…

Asking forgiveness for all the sins he committed

He repented in the dark night’s song…

The thrilled one bragged about his friendship to the lord

And roughly shoved people in his way;

Smiling at his knowledge of power,

He knew nothing wrong could happen to his day.

Yet the glum one learned to live right and good

And a long life blessed the ground on which he stood…

And suddenly a thunder clapped overhead -

Lo! The thrilled lay on the ground – struck dead.

And then I understood why -

The dark lord’s actions are like a sailor’s bet.

You don’t know his reasons until you see the cards,

And what you see ain’t what you get.

YAMA FOR PEOPLE

I came back home drenched in sweat.

Cold dread filled my heart, like lead.

The memories recapitulated in my head.

Relief in exhaustion? Sleepless nights instead!

I met Him again today.

With dark eyes He was looking at the new age.

He lurked in every shadow of my city,

Rage and sorrow fighting on His visage.

I looked at my home through His eyes.

Oh, what pain it brought me!

Joy and peace vanishing in the zephyr –

Blood, worry, grime, everywhere I could see.

Limbless powers sleeping on the streets

Speedsters zoom uncaring like stone.

Frail little ones beg at the signals; while

Over-fed children throw tantrums at home.

Shady folks peddle death after dark

Why! They take away My only job!

Cocaine induced sleep drugs them into a land

This pleasurable sin from them – no man can rob

Strongholds of city – all gone to waste.

The undertaker places orders for a hundred wreaths.

There’s danger skulking every lane.

Who knows, how many die anonymous deaths?

What a world it has become, I see.

My child shudders to go out today.

I go to work, but hundred worries stay

And I come back home dreading what is to be.

I keep calling up my people to check

Oh, but there is whole humanity at stake!

I toss and turn in bed, blaming fate

And wake up, wanting to devastate.