Aneesh Sathe

Drops from the drizzle
Hit me like unsure thoughts.
A glimpse into the future.
The coming storm,
And the drenching rain,
Of the path soon to be blind
And the smile,
These lips shall have to feign.
Of the laughter drowned by the thunder,
The unwelcome guest,
Once a stranger named Pain.
As the liquid becomes a second skin,
Do I a new footprint make?
Or the last one take away?
With shoulders wide,
Do battle?
Or cower,
At the image these drops portray?

Img: Santosh

Bandages in my pocket
On my hands the smell of blood
Eyes close
Ears try to drown
The wails for their saviour
In white, for those with hope
In black, for those without.

Outside,
Children’s eyes
Where the innocence nourishing tears
Have long dried.
The deserts
Now to the spores of hate
Give shelter.

The thought and the wish
To understand why,
Have both grown weary
But that field tires not,
Sending to me steadily
Skin and bones
That once made people.

Nerves tired, often dead
From the pain,
Gifted to the body
Wrapped in sharp metal shards.
To those in the recipients’ shadow
A metal shard toy of their own.
To more mothers deliver,
The shell to which they gave soul.

These thoughts I must abandon
Return,
To heal those wounded,
By the greed,
For diamonds, oil or coal.

Image: Santosh

Staked a claim and flew away.

Barren patch of land,

Wished to be a garden,

But the gardener is away.

There is a board that holds place.

Declaring loudly,

The prosecution of trespassers.

But the paint is peeling,

And the iron rusts.

The land feels forgotten,

And for caring hands lusts.

Go ahead, bend the wires and step through.

Barren now,

But could be a garden to you.

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Cries of despair and joy ring out

Bullets are shot and he goes ploughing through

DooMLoRD has arrived

Doing what he was meant tot do

At his side RAB and .avi like hound dogs rounding up sheep

Give push a nighthawk and bullets will shove you down

cobra slithers with his deadly bite

yobo towards you runs

Of life you are quickly light

M!THRAND!R with his shotgun

Oh, how he spoils the close range fun.
KillRoy is there but never arrives.

High atop gargoyle is haunting,

A sharp eyed Hector below

His deadly muzzle at gargoyle pointing.

Somewhere RABID is hiding, his ambushes to most daunting.

There is Anubis and Don! that hold their ground.

Then begins the next round….

He ploughs,

Shouts ring out…

At the congregation of poets
Words moved the world
Words moved the heart
With their pens they wrote
Each line a beautiful thought
As the evening meeting continued
Each line they read
Took them further
Down beauty’s road
Every step was a dream
And they were free to roam
Even as the night turned to dawn
They went on and on
With their dreams and thoughts
They explored for miles and miles.
When the words stopped
They went home
For their dreams could no longer cater
Too bad, for you began
Three centimeters later