The Hour of death

The pillar shook vigorously
With the deadly blow of Hiranya's Mace
A marvelous light blinded the sight and
A dreadful figure emerged, with body of a human and a lion's face

Eyes burning red with anger
Mouth wide open, neck covered with the golden Mane
Claws, Sharp, Ready to rip
Evil defeated with the loud roar, for all his efforts went in vain

Minutes stopped, the creation halted
Sun dared to peep through the horizon
Mighty steps walked towards hiranya
Speechless he watched, his eyes drinking the frightful poison

Hiranya remembered! The brahaman's boon
"None shall kill me; in the day not at night"
But Lo! It was the hour of twilight
"Ha! I can't be killed on the ground or in the sky"
But he was on the thighs of death, neither low not high
"No arms or artillery could dare to hurt me"
But NAILS were no arms, artillery or army!
I can't be killed by a human, or by a beast
All pervading is he who had come, equally in humans and in beasts

Hiranya understood, the muscle of divinity
The sound of death filled his ears
On beholding a dreadful ecstasy
Prahallad murmured out of fear

Sharp nails pierced hiranya's stomach
Painful shouts tore the silence
With the angry roars the creation trembled
The world was rescued from his devilish violence

"Nara", the Human and "Simha" the lion
"Narasimha" the manifestation is known
To protect the truth and to install justice, He had come
To answer a call of faith that prahallad had shown

"When righteousness would be curbed
And the evil would emerge
Thou shall manifest, in the most unusual form
To install justice and righteousness shall surge"
Says the book of religion

The New Constitution

It was a day in the Indian parliament
when the democracy was stripped naked
The constitution was put to sleep
by the corrupt political lullaby

She stood alone, amidst her "potent" sons
arguing to whom she belonged
to them who are possessed by power
or to them who looked at her with lust

"I Bought Her!", some proclaimed
showing up with a bag of money
"I did not sell her Yet !" , others shouted
and the nasty show went on

The shouts of Shame rocked the temple
but whose was the shame?
the one disrobed, shivering, unattended-
is not she the mother of all?

The media covered her nakedness
and showed it to the rest of the world
cores of her sons watched and enjoyed
some murmured but none stood awake

Foundation was laid for a new temple
The worshippers of corruption, installed
Written on the whipped back of democracy
is the preamble of a new constitution

Charminar

The sentry who quietly watched,
the racing ages in time
standing tall and firm
in the heart of the city.
The gigantic arches;
the minarets kissing the clouds
the windows, exquisite carved
the grandiloquent mughali ambience
Four gates on four sides
inviting towards the corridor
A fountain at the center
jetting water towards the roof
Quli's dream of a new city
away from the ills of plague
gifted the world a priceless marvel,
the Charminar..

Life - A Picture

on the white canvas
a sketch begins
with the foggy images
in the time's creative brain

First the vibrant sun of childhood
then,the lush green juvenile youth
then follows a lenghty path of milestones
stretching till the horizon

the sky colored with emotions,
clouds, with the shades of desires
the loud white thunders of misery
the soothing droplets of colorless love

standing on a barren land, is a person
beside the blue mire of sorrows
gazing far, at the golden light
of the the heavenly mirage

No matter how many colors
No matter what shade
but, The picture called "Life"
is always incomplete

A Drop Of Tear

A call was heard from the distant shore of memories
and touched the depths of the soul
A nostalgic moon caused tides
in the quite ocean of the heart

sweet moments, inviting to re-live
Persons, near and far
things, that once belonged
all circled like scrolling images

A comparison of "what was" and "what is"
quenched the thirsty eyelids
the painful lullaby shut the eyes
all barriers of resistance broke

slipped through the curtained eyes,
crawling over the cheeks,
from the treasure of pain
another glittering diamond fell