WHY NOT BE STRANGERS?

What broke was heard too loud at a distance of miles

We were tongue-tied, catatonic, defeated with pain beyond cries

Went back and forth a few rounds of accusation and questions

Finally transcending an understanding flouting all reasons

A strange part of ours still flourishes in each other’s spiritual cores

One day we’ll shed our mortal coils healing our hurtful sores       

Till then we part our ways and presume to be strangers

Pretend not to hear those melodies of lost hearts, be content playing vagabond rangers

Let this light blind us so we don’t see a shadow of each other

No hopes, no desires, no expectations would not harm either

When you are met with novel warmth in strangeness

Why not wear those swanky masks and venture into new wilderness

Where we see no trace of each other’s tear-stained visage

Let’s honor what we had by paying an unthinkable homage

Sobbed enough standing helpless at opposite sides of a deadly door

Let’s bottle in our hearts and bury in the deeps what sustained us before

The mist of time will obscure the love, putting off the past flames.
We’ll be each other’s psychic healers as we molt our fleshly frames.

EMPTY UTOPIA

Empty utopia never meant to be inhabited

Such dreamy hearts playing architects of a low ilk

They conjured an illusory order to those gossamer castles

Concealing the murderous reality, writing those wishful fables

Patent crevices on those flimsy structures ignored

Grim shards of skin spread where the dead ghosts roared

Dead with no face assume a deceptive appearance

Sharp claws betray the marks of the beasts in reference

Lofty dreams all gone by an unruly maelstrom

Cradling the monsters in those tattered clothes dancing feverishly in a prom

A world once ripe with warmth, now brims with shadows drowning consciousness in path

What fills the sight is a sad fate of discarded bones of absent lovers,

And a jaundiced bequest of want possessing the cadavers

Two specters trampled under the stomping feet of obvious choices

How the monopoly time once choked their cooing voices

They still live as a jumble of ghosts under the myth of salvation

Their stitches toying with their wounds, flaunting abject privation

ANOTHER EDEN LOST

( This poem reflects on the staggering male-female ratio in many parts of Asia due to a lingering cultural preference for boys. It is a take on female infanticide and crime against women.)

In the shadow of angry brutes and copious squeals she walks

Refracted and bent, starved inside the infinity of her skin,

stumbling through the rocks

There’s no healing for her for only pain makes history

She mocks the gods we assume watch over in their sublime glory

This time it’s not the fall of Eve but the doom of entire humanity

as the last woman on the earth approaches the threshold of death, humoring some patriarch’s vanity

No darkness weighs anything for her; she has seen her sisters getting raped

A hapless witness of deflowered women or girls teenaged

How the beddings of our fathers now reek of the virgin blood

She issues forth a deep sigh when memories of graceless mutiny flood back with a thud

Scantily clad young innocent girls with crumbling time line

Suffering ethical rape, unpaid rape, rape paid or rape with ‘harmless design’

Suffocated them in mogul harems, grabbed them from behind

Tamed them with improbable stories by preachers and religion blind

Ripping more than their skins, not even sparing their female fetus

With so called corrective violence within the four walls

They marred the contours of Venus

When honor killings or women burnt were reduced to mere statistic(s)

And indifferent male establishment dismissed such bloodshed as trivially criminalistic

Soon enough the hitherto heard sweet laughs were to be gone

Entailing the poor womankind, savagery is what you won.