Life of a Wound

I

Parting of skin : The first sign
Of a wound; Malignant, benign.
The gushing of blood outside
Its desperate, freed to unreside.

Curious about the outer world
Doesn't realize its world is the body
The veins : the rails of its travel
The heart, lungs, organs stations.

But still out it rushes
For it knows not
That in the outer world
Alas! It will clot.

II

Still fresh is the wound
Tiny droplets of serum around
Ooze out; After cleansing
Again, it never seems finishing.

Causes some itching in the vicinity
The fingers respond to the stimuli
Along with nails unkempt; They scratch
And lo! Germs and infection it does catch.

III

Resisting the invaders are leucocytes
Righteously with them they fight
Such is the caliber of single cells
Pus is formed and invaders face hell.

The battlefield now being cleared
They dead being cremated and feared
That they may return
So its now the surgeon's turn.

IV

In the last days of its span
The wound is now a respectable man
Elegantly dressed all in white it is
Changes daily after bathing with spirits.

Drying up it is day by day
Heading towards the end of its stay
In this world, where it was unwelcome
Well, the time was tough but had to come.

LIFE CALLING

Many chances he got to prove himself
And many a times he tasted success
His success relies on nobody but himself
He's capable but that doesn't suffice.

Success comes from deep within
Where you are satisfied, content.
He's crowned with many achievements, big and small
The real calling, but, lies, now before him.

He shines as of now, like a star in a galaxy
Millions of other stars, hog the limelight
Being a star isn't easy neither is difficult
Because it isn't there are many others.

The real thing is to shine like the sun; Alone
Guiding the world during the day, when
None else is there to show the right
It shines aloof, no other sharing its light.

He's got this opportunity to be the sun
He knows he's one of the few who can succeed
In this endeavour, which demands excellence
Excellent he is; Brilliant in every deed.

His thirst for success will be quenched
In his heart he knows he'll be content
With the success of this endeavour, this calling
This will happen, certainly, if he is drenched.

Life calls once in a lifetime
This opportunity, he's got, to make it large
He is capable, he can do this; He will.
After all the sun is also a star.

Go On

I saw a face
And followed
But she was fast
I couldn't keep pace
So I started to run
And I ran with my eyes closed
I don't know when
I overtook her
Then, panting, I turned
And realized I had lost her
Then there was no point tarrying
Because I didn't know
Whether She still
Followed the same path
Or had taken some turn
So I started to run
Again. With my eyes closed
One brine mixed with another
Life goes on
Time goes on.

The Time called Life

The sky high
The ocean deep
The life a suspension
Too superficial to dive into.

The complicated simplicity
Simple Humans
Complicated Robots
Simple stars complex telescopes.

The Galaxies, accelerating away
Moving in Space
Time coming from future
To us and going into past.

We go to future
Time goes to past
We meet at present
Both complete each other.

It is a world of Time
Simple and complicated
Simple atoms complex nebulae
Complex Humans Simple Time.

THRIVER

The quill and paper
The chair and table
Descending the taper
My life ain't stable
Of all things in the world
Its gonna do one thing to you
Its gonna suck your blood.

The transportation
Itself a riddle
The fornication
Syringe and needle
Of all things in the world
Its gonna do one thing to you
Its gonna suck your blood.




The smoke and liquor
The glass and china
It is a viper
Or is it a hyena
Of all things in the world
Its gonna do one thing to you
Its gonna suck your blood.