The Barred Choices

The air filled with mourns
In an empty amphitheater

Waiting for the carnival of souls
Returning to the home ground

As the slowly dropping silence
Melted into the deplored voices

Of the unheard and unwanted
Joy of the barred choices

 

Pooja Alok
Twitter: @poojaavj

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Every week! Week after week

Pain of feeding the monster, weak
Every week! Week after week

The clock is on the run
Time is having its sweet fun

This is a Friday Pun
Still 2 to go! Hold on Son!

There will be a Monday
After a run over Sunday

“Give me freedom”
And he grunts at your wish

Locked in a 10×20
Caned by words plenty

Revelations
Post-mortem operations

Awakened you will stand
But dance to tunes of same band

Every moment! Week after week
Brutally strangled, is the meek

Cluttered head

There are knots of thoughts
In every corner of my brain

Some needed clutter
And the ache of strain

Unfolding some
Dumping the other

With every passing day
Its only crumbling further

Pooja Alok
Twitter: @poojaavj

Escaped Soul

Happy souls exist forever
Some depart in agony today

Enslaved in mortal covers
Choke up to the harsh reality

Choosing the path of denial
Fly towards the open canopy

Rest in peace my dear friend
Hope there was another end

*In memory of a colleague who lost his life in an unfortunate accident. Please join me while I pray for him. May his soul rest in peace.*

Pooja Alok
Twitter: @poojaavj

Expectations Getting Older

Angst getting older
Unfolded expectations
Buried years ago..

*My experiments with Haiku*

Pooja Alok
Twitter: @poojaavj

To Be or Not to Be

I often see disgrace in love
I often see selfishness in giving

I feel the force of hatred in me
I feel the shade
But its only a Tree

Sometimes to give
And sometimes to be

As loving as one can
And selfless as a bee

I know it as today
But tomorrow will I see?

A dream of togetherness
with depth of a sea

I don’t know it now
who will tell me how

or whether
‘To be or not to be..’

Dated: October 2009

Pooja Alok
Twitter: @poojaavj