God's 'Pandaemonium'

( Revisiting Hell...)

Wealth on Streets
Stared at,by,
Uncovered bodies
begging alongside.

Garlands of skulls
And wreaths to follow
Accessorizing lifestyle.

Gardens where plants drip red
Irrigated by fresh blood
Yielding nectar of sorrow.

Plush locomotive on streets
Colliding with rickety transport
Flood of abuses.

Dried rivers, alongside
Ponds of bloody spit
We drinking our own tears.

Human-dog ruckus
Fight over food
Animals win.

Foetus nurtured in Garbage
Growing up to avenge
And be called a traitor.

This is Satan's workshop,
Renovated by 'God'.

The Devil has moved out,
But God remains
Celebrating 'Evil'.

(End of journey)

(Un)Mute

(It takes one move to overturn things!)

Time(s) immemorial

Are Spectators to her silence
Borne by her patiently.
Her voiceless voice nurtured
And moulded
To match his loquacity.

Fearing his tongue lash
She muted herself
Far beneath 'Echo'
To please his (wounded) Narcissism.

Until one day,

The 'Laugh of Medusa'
Drained off the scream out of him.

Torn

The Fire Of Troy, c late 16th c. (Fotosearch)

When a gaze
pierces more than spears,
Gory chapters
ink pages of history
'Bloods' change their course
Armours reveal faces,
that betray feeling faces
A Troy is a spectacle
A mockery of life itself
He looks down,
and laments
Cries that reach above.

Come Away With Me!

Yonder there beyond the mystique hills Underneath the misty layers An edifice stands beaming With Climbers gyrating around Cocooned in boulders Bubbles of life throb within Embodying joys and sorrows together Emanating a rhythm The grass blades are manicured The wet mud is soporific Trees skylark to shower Their rejuvenating blessings Where else on Earth lies The abode of dainty darlings Their musings, peals of laughter Accompanied by chirpy twittering? The light of life is young Enlightens our tender years Such experiences too float by To nurture us into matured bearers And finally, the abode is Heavenly A Home away from Home Reverentially and Lovingly, Christened 'Geetanjali'.