bland ?

i sit in my chair in front of ivory desk
with a pen in hand and open book
i look for creativity to come to my finger tips
sipping black coffee with shivering lips

they said cocaine is better than caffeine..
or let all chemicals run in my blood
with tabs to get rid of this lingering feverish mood
and memories they come in a long train

no i am bland these days.. with feelings replaced by logic
no more the weakling who used to feel
instead metamorphized into this blandness..
making decisions based on statistics

let the room warp into a hollow space
and let me curl into a small ball
lying in a corner with no thoughts
but visions and hallucinations running through

and let my body be lighter and let it float
through the start studded skies
still there is no color to taste
and no drama to enact with passion

and let me sleep bland
with this lingering fever and tablets in my blood

---Phil

a half written poem

you were the misty mornings
you were the chilly nights
you were the sweet melodies
you were the silly fights

the reason for unending walks
the season for unending talks
the cinemas that mock the audience
the dances that test your patience

the thousand nights of sipping coffee
and thousand fights over keeping pets

---Phil

spread the light

Image courtesy: Lijo Jose


share the flame
share the light
take it away
brighten the streets

spread the cheer
don't spread the blame
when you and me can
share the flame

when the world is hiding
in darkness of hatred
spread the love
spread the light bright red

don't divide in color
not in breed nor creed or deed
share the flame
share the light
take it away and
brighten the steet

---Phil

i'm liking me

the me who is always with me
the me who never complains that i am never there
the me who does not mind me paying the bill after a beer
or not paying the bill

i like being with me
through work, through play
with the crowd
and all alone


i 'm liking me
who gets angry sometimes
who gets sad sometimes
but mostly i am there
and i like me

All are terrorist

Some day back they killed Bob Woolmer,
And before that they burned Rajiv,
Even before that they killed Indira,
and after that they massacred sikhs.

Some days back they burned the hindus in a train
and godhra massacred muslims in thousands
and they hated tamils in lanka and tigers killed singalese
they have been killing jews in israel and bombing muslims in palestine
the same one's massacred pundits in kashmir

some days back they killed 100's in Mumbai
they bombed the Marriot
then they killed the policemen and wounded the cricketers.

the more cunning one's attack women and guard morality
attack Purdha and guard patriotism
hindus, muslims, xtians, jews, tigers, lions
maoists, naxals, fascists, sikhs, communists, zions
capitalists, moral-policemen
all are terrorists
and i am one among these men

I miss you like the desert misses the rain

Through dark nights and warm sun shine
I sleep away and smile to mask the pain
I walk away the shallow thoughts of mine
Still i miss you like the desert missed the rain

Through dusty deserts and lakes placid
Through windy roads and icy peaks
I wander around looking for that which was mine
And i miss you like the desert missed the rain

No day has passed without your face in my mind
No night without dreams of your smile
When i ride the roads with flowers along the wayside
I see that you are never there in my side

Sleepless nights and aimless days had passed
With no reason to smile and live for no avail
still i carried on to live another day
till you became a faded portrait washed away
by dripping tears and weeping heart
and life was again back to the same straight line
and i heard the song so dear to you
and then i miss you like the desert missed the rain

and i come to know that life is no magic dream
you never get those all who are left behind
all that comes back are days and nights in vain
and that repeats again and again
now there is no bleeding heart nor throbbing vein
but i still miss you
like the desert misses the rain

New Year Day

Image Courtesy: Lijo Jose

a new year full of fresh hope
of putting back the lost days
the falling shares, lost jobs
betrayals and lost hopes
forgiven stake that was never yours
failures and 'i did not try too well' s

waking up in the new year day
wearing off the vodka of yesterday
riding through the alleys of pines
with soft wind ruffling your hair, and the sun shines
the golden warm sunlight playing hide and seek through the leaves
sipping coconut juice, the elixir to wear off the hangover
to dance again to the same tunes, but with a smile
and sing to the tune of breeze or a gale

the year i sipped the hot and sour for the umpteenth time
to ward-off the mountain sickness
and rafted through the crazy river, to be scared for life again
the year of collecting the ashes; of running away from memories
of writing exams for unknown reasons
the year has burned off and all its seasons

a new year to live again
to dream again and try again
to dance again to the same tunes, but with a smile
and sing to the tune of breeze or gale
to run amok in the warm sea shore
and to love like never been hurt before