FUSIBLE

 We are made of such fusible

 stuff

 that melts to become one.

We blend, coalesce,

amalgamate

like alloys. 

                             We unify

                            like Siamese twins,

                            Each connected

                            with the umbilical cord,

                           the life driving force.

As yin and yang,

two forms fused 

to become one.

Sphinx

sticking together

for rest of our lives.

                            We are coupled,

                           As two bodies and one soul.

                            Love, the binder

                           Pull the strings

                           And we stick and bind.

We weld and merge,

leave no space

Not even air to breathe in.

We harmonize,

become euphonic

Alto and soprano,

a par.

                                             We integrate,

                                             Two nucleus

                                             fuse to become a star,

                                             Shine and energize

                                             And make our lives

                                             glow.

                                             

WANT TO BREAK THE VICIOUS CYCLE

Want to break the vicious cycle,

Stop wearing masks and faces

that lie.

Break off the shackles

that bind.

Walk nude, pure, unaffected

I don’t know why?

                                 I can’t engrave in time and hide,

                                And mind my mind.

                                Or bury them, write them off

                                in the crushing waves of undulated sea.

                                 I have to break open the jar

                                Put the caterpillar free

                                Break open the cage set the bird free

                                 I hate being cocooned or chained.

I want to have a choice

I have a mind of my own that follows no rhythm n rhyme

Let me bring out the other in me and

have what is only mine.

Let the world beseech me

You can tame me but not my thoughts

Don’t strap me in time and chores

I am a butterfly,

Can’t take my colours away.

                     Will think like a man and dress like a woman

                     Be gay, lesbian or eunuch or may be wilder than I

                     play the role I want.

                     Will eat a snake, lizard and grass

                     I am what I am

                     So let me break the glass

                     to follow the bohemian path.

Let me open the box

Find treasures and pleasures hidden so old

Come on let me be bold

Bold enough to break the invisible chains.

Oh! women let us change

For once and all

I am calling out

This is the last call.

YOU

   You are the first drop of rain

   on the parched earth.

  The ray that falls on the expanse

  of white snow clad mountains,

  The twirls of wine that supports the fragile.

  The soul that contains

  the elixir, frail n what is sublime.

  Euphoria and White Godiva.

 The sacrificing, frail, feminine.

 The maudlin smoky clouds after rain

  which in myriad forms

 shower and lose their soul

 to attain what is ephemeral.

 The zephyr that soothes away the worry.

 Smile that lits the heart of many.

 The plethora of what lies

  Deep in the seed of soul.

 You are the one of  all.

The Death Wish

          Silence silently creeps in

          coiling me tight like a python.

          I gasp for breath, holding the reins of life

          I hardly can bear the strife.

                             Death looks beautiful in her bridal attire,

                             is hugging me with all its vigour.

                            She is happy to stand by my side.

                            Melancholy is smiling and glee is despondent.

 I want to let go off,

Put my arms above my head in the air and fall.

Jump from a cliff to fly and be free of all.

Of all that binds, to break open the cage.

Let my hair down and see them soar high.

                                 For I was born this way

                                 Life is so callous to stay

                                To be what I am, seize the cadence

                                To die the death of a corpse,

                                and still have hopes

The only way to be gay is to embrace the

Sinews of darkness

To hear the lullaby for the last time

 and be in  peace

so that I  wake eternally.