The Cursed Pirate

He had always lived the bandit way
and became irate by the day
A ship is what he wanted to be on
how he liked to sail on the high seas
but then his habits came haunting
when he set sights on the treasures
that sailed the seas with men on it.

Once he raided a ship with his buccaneers
full of chests, this one belonged to a King
had always dreamed of, to conquer one
all this shiny wealth would be his, if only,
he could reach home by the green islands
but got cursed by the captain and his crew
who got slaughtered with their cutlasses
thrown to the seas for the waves to bury.

A storm was brewing in the distant sky
it could hit them this week or the next
they all spent drinking the stolen liquor
went into a stupor that lasted many a day
it was when, someone noticed a patch
on his skin which turned into a rumor
they would all overthrow their chief
for the disease would cause havoc
if allowed to run its usual course.

The next day, they started an argument
the pirate was prepared, having noticed
the patch on his skin and their reactions
With his flaming pistol, wrecked them all
before the calamity could strike them
throwing their bodies and guiding the ship
through channels of rocks and great fish.
The storm hit him and his ship for days.
got wrecked when it hit the rocky land
it was an island and he did not despair.

He got occupied carrying the chests
full of gold, silver, emeralds and rubies
buried them in deep holes dug by him
when the job mighty done, was he happy?
the next day, the disease knocked him
ration of fresh water and fruits dried up
the curse of the plunder came to haunt
he was rich but the wealth of no use now
his body lay dried in the sun on the rocks
searching for dear water, when all around
it splashed in fury not giving him a drop.

My Poems

The Lost Series

The Lost Sparrow
The Lost Poet
The Lost Explorer
The Lost Dog
Lost Forever
Never lose a friend
Balance Lost


The Indian Summer
Indian Monsoon
Clouded Vision
When it rained
The waterhole
The Open Window
Marching Soldiers


Maid for you
Friends who blossomed
The Wait
The poor girl


Making of a guru
The Inspiration
To know it was the day


Sense with Eyes
The tea maker
The Eerie House
The Messenger


I want to meet my favorite singer
I  want to meet my favorite actor
cried out the little boy in me…

I did come face to face with one
was I spellbound or dumbstruck
as no one word came from poor me…

The blazing celebrity watched me gaze
lost in a trance, one more star struck fan
he must have mused and chuckled inside…

The rare opportunity was missed again
Oh, how my so called proud vocal chords
have failed me miserably again this time
as they did in many a failed interview…


Are we living entities
or long dead memories
Do we have a common gender
or are we living souls embodied
Did  we have past lives on the planet
as humans with unfulfilled wishes
Were we animals yearning to be humans
or humans turned animals
Did we come to earth for a purpose
or just to make merry and suffer pain
Why is one rich and the other poor
while one enjoys other suffering
Why one lives for long as others die young
is it  the results of our past karma gone bad
Does any one know and do we  care to learn
for as long as the energy remains in us
we fight and die for dead causes
till someone snubs us out or the veil is lifted…



Wings to Fly

There is a time when everyone longs to fly. Some flap their hands, some jump into the air only to realize gravity that instantly grounds us. The air borne feature is a gift of the Lord to all those avians who survey us, as they fly around us and maybe wonder – what if all these two legged animals too had wings. They would never be secure then.

Coming back to the flying itch, I decided today to develop this flying story and the dream to fly. Yes in our dreams, we do fly once in a while or many a time, depending on our dreams. Most of the flying dreams end up with either us losing our wings or crashing like a plane that has lost both its engines. But yes, more than the fear of flying in airplanes, how sweet it would have to been to glide like an Albatross over the ocean or an eagle over the hills surveying the beauty below. How would one feel, if we would descend down in a swoop or fly into a spin and recover just in time and steady ourselves.

Like the Siberian Crane that flies thousands of miles, how great it would have been for us to flap our wings and start on a journey perhaps to the Andes and on the way pass over the Amazon river that spreads its tributaries as its wings on the ground below.

On second thoughts. can we fly to a place without our baggage that however we might shrink still weighs up a good 20 kilograms. How can we fly with that baggage on our backs. We definitely would break our backs midway and be seen breathing our last on some river bank, just a few feet away, from the precious life giving water.

But what about the work log, the emails and the calls and the food and the sun creams that we need to take along the airborne trip, you might ask. There you are, you never can think out of the box. If you really can, then you need to just dump the box altogether and fly carefree to a place which beckons you.

How can I cross the Libyan desert on my way to Egypt or do I need to fly around the hot desert, but then, will I have the stamina, or should I wait for winter to set in. I hope the thought has been ingrained and has taken shape in your mind. Once the feathers too appear, you can decide to fly any place on the earth, in your dreams of course, as in reality actual flights have been already handed over to the birds by the Lord. But then, He has bestowed the vision and the imagination to reach and traverse places as you like.

Thank him for that when you go to bed. Who knows, He might gift you a winged flight you had always dreamt of…

When Life is tough

When you see a poor old woman
looking at her scanty store
she counts them through tears
when she is short by a penny
then life is tough.

When the winds batter you days on
the water having flooded your house
when there is no life in sight
to pull out your drowned self
then life is tough.

When you see a little girl in pain
who picks rags for a living
crying out to her dear mother
when she prods her to pick more
then life is tough.

When the little abandoned dog
in the rain, with nothing to eat
and nowhere to go, knowing not
what to do and looks at you
as a savior, when you ignore him
then life is tough.

When the hungry come to your door
and ask you for a pan of gruel
and you turn them away
saying the meal isn’t  ready
when you just had your fill
then life is tough..