Hang till Death

Tomorrow I won't be alive
I know it today
Exhausted of options
No place to run away

A sleepless night this is going to be
Life rewound, flashbacks I'm gonna see
I was wrong at times
But none I believe could count as crimes

Yet in hours, I'll face the gallows
Sorrow for my family for time that follows
What else can they do?
Exhausted of options - all old and new.

Noose will be tightened
Suspended in the air
Floor swept away
Till breath is despair

Fear is taking over
Fear is running wild
Turning this grown up
Into a 4 year old child

My conviction has been run over
For now I am convicted
Law will hold its ground
The Culprit evicted.

Life will pass out of my body
With shivering feet and hands
Galloping would be the stallion
Taking me to Netherworld

Tomorrow I won't be
But my stories will be told
With a new twist
Like pancakes to be sold

A stir, a storm

A stir, a storm – both reside in me

Both fighting each other, wanting to be free

The storm is strong

Calm is the stir

Loud is the storm

The stir no one can hear

Storm makes me run

Stir puts me to rest

I try to make both happy

I try my level best

But one wins over

The other is just gone

The moment dies slowly

And the other is reborn

Like a spectator, I watch them fight

Like gladiators, they do

Bruised every time

With wound not always new

I surrender to both

Time and again

Sometimes blissful in the sun

Sometimes drenched in the rain.

25th July, 2015