Stay home don't go out..
Its the full moon tonight
Can't you hear the howling sounds
from the woods...
and the owls are hooting..
hoot.... hoot... hoot...
What an eerie night
I got goosebumps you see
Its tonight, they say
the night of evils clash...

I am shivering on my bed
I am hearing The whispers once again
Ohh lord the evil is coming again..
The footsteps get closer, nearer
It stops at my door....
I know its full moon and you love my blood
But I am keeping its fresh for the flood victims
Go **** the blood of bats..
I'll keep mine for the needy..
certainly not you...

Back in time
somewhere in '69' or was it seventy?
I really can't recall
but it was in the Fall.

We made plots and studied well the plan
of how it was to be
to become a man.

Back in time
somewhere in '69' or was it seventy?
it's no longer clear to me.

My memories
like Summer days run free
across my history
and it gets hard to see.
People fade as I sit in the shade
under the apple tree
so sweet is reverie.

Thinking back in time
when I was yet to climb
those cliffs I couldn't see
just a memory.

Amid the rustles of leaves,
he strains his ears
to hear the footsteps
gone before him.
Through the web of mist
that rises from under his feet,
his eyes probe intensely
for the trail of the traveller
he walked with yesterday.
The jungle stiffly silent
hides the secret deep within
veiling it in dark shrubs.
The man feels a smoke
rise in his eyes,
‘where is the traveller,
who just the day before,
walked with me? ’
His questions
more like wailings
rend the unresponding wind.
Before him as far as the eyes go
stretches the unending path.
He begins the search once again
not knowing
the next traveller is on his trail.

Tick tock tick tock
The seconds hand of the clock
Ceaselessly goes round,
It doesn’t know to stop
As the moments gallop
Stretches time without bound.
Tick tock tick tock
The seconds hand of the clock
Sweeps time without rest,
It doesn’t know to pause
Cannot break the laws
It can’t slow down or haste.
Tick tock tick tock
The seconds hand of the clock
Counts the time in motion,
It moves on ruthless
In a cruel orderliness
With no touch of emotion!

Little child stop growing old
The world is not a happy place
Full of sufferings untold
Worries to disfigure your face!
Your smiles are till now so sweet
In your eyes flows the river of innocence
But as you grow up they will retreat
To burden your heart with pains!
Little child you would rather not grow
The world is not as simple as you
In your heart streams of joy flow
You glisten like the morn’s drop of dew!

Beyond dolphin lips
Surmounting wavy ridges
Breaking defending walls
Invading gorges
Above ruins of treasures
Passing one and eighty summers,
There lies a warrior,
Dead in the search of love!

In the glass hours of morning
I am back in the lecture hall
With my uniform, bag and everything
Amid the class teacher’s frenzied roll call.
Roll no.9 she shouts out
I’m here ma’am no doubt
Me she gives a grim look
I hide my face in a book.
She rises with duster and chalk
I force on myself a silence
Pretending to hear her talk
Holding onto my brittle patience.
She goes on and on and on
Her babbles pouring like rain
Soon my defenses are all gone
Staying awake becomes a burden.
I get away into my dreamland
Far from the stiffness of rules
Where I dance holding the fairy’s hand
And there are no syllabus and schools.
My dream is so cute and cool
A freedom of endless peace
Till my ears feel the stinging pull
You’re sleeping? Shouts the Miss!

Grown up child,
you don’t love your dad and mom
anymore,
at least not in the way
they would have liked you to
as you are to them
their entire world
but to you they are now
just a man and a woman
who begot and brought you up
because they had to
which in no way was exceptional
as you deserved to be brought up
in the best way they could
and shaped for a life
as the nicest dream they could dream
for you to grow up
and blossom into a flower
whose fragrance would see them thru
the rest of their life
and would complete the circle
that god designs for mankind.
But they find,
the grown up child doesn’t love them
the way they had dreamed
when they held its hands
for its first steps of life
and they died to hear
its first papa and mamma
and stood beside their child
at each step thence
embracing it
as their best company
and finding in it
their heaven on earth
ever ready to do
whatever it would take
to see their child happy.
Grown up child,
your dad and mom
though feel debarred from your world
still hold onto their world
that’s made just of you!