Am a hearin

She sang of true love and life

But sported sex and lies

He saved them on the movie screen

But ran them over for real

Words words words,

But ACTION!

Unimpressed

No, I’m not impressed

With colossal statues

Hewn in stone

From a thousand years back

For for every ornate cut in rock

I see a portion of

Human flesh torn

An ounce of blood spilt

A life destroyed

No I’m not impressed

I don’t want to be

I will never be

The circles of life

As I stood atop

The highpoint

Of another three-storied

And scanned

A different life circle

It came afresh

That life

Is what we make of it

We’ll catch up

We’ll catch up

Here

I’ll step aside

You carry on

Coz I can’t run

And you needn’t limp

Coz I need time

And you must save yours

So carry on

We’ll catch up

At home

Familiar

I didn’t step outside my house

All my life

You came a day before

And know my suburb

Inside out

Upside down

But I’ve visited

The deepest recesses

Of my heart & mind

And you haven’t bothered

To get off that couch

Parked in the drawing room

Of your mind

Love-shackled

I stand on the edge of the sea

With your shackle-hold of love

Unwilling

To let me fight this battle

Of fierce waves

To find my home across

It’s your love

Your fear

That won’t let me

Take this perilous journey

Leave me, let me go

If you won’t take this journey

With me

I must go it alone

My home lies across

Hushed voices

Every time they arose

The uproar swelled

Brushing them all aside

The myriad questions

Protests from restless heartbeats

Secrets to the maze

That sea of emotion

Until…

They touched the pen

Unsung heroes

This is for you

My hero

Who were no big hero

Out of any blockbuster

Fighting, kissing, dancing

But who showed me what love is

Who walked away from a cinema

To your quiet home

To simple clothes

To simple family struggles

And immense family joys

To slave for your loved ones

Wife n child

Provide for them

Love them

And keep them happy

To scramble through

The vicissitudes of life

And finish in glorious silence

The story you were called to write

Respect to you my hero

Respect

You showed me what love is

Great hero unsung

Beloved Abdulji

I’m unmoved

Which god you worshipped

Which missile you sent

But it does move me

That you never harmed me

And loved me

Just like you

You will be missed

Pure heart

Dignity

Transfixed

I’m dragged into time

By music now stamped with age

It’s hard to linger long

For my ear craves

Beats faster than disco

In keeping with today’s techno

It lacks

What I’m so used to

The cleanness of sound

The unnatural hush of

Virtual studio

My mind plays

The jerks and shakes

Of bygone dance

Leaving me amused

That must have

Once evoked awe

I look down

And see shoulders

The shoulders of forgotten giants

On whom today’s heroes stand

Who have taken old landscapes

That once were new

And painted fairy tales of them

Capsuled though I’ll be

In my timeslot

My mirth, merry and muse

Another’s joke

I must live out my time

In dignity