I watch the sky

And wonder, 

If it would rain on this summer day?

It sounds so wrong

Sprinkles and the sunshine

All together

I am certain

Made for each other

They were not

Copyright @ Ajay Pai 2017

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Written on Jan 21st, 2017

It was pure bliss this morning. I truly saw "GOD" in my dream. This is how i felt when i woke up from my dream.

O’ Purushothama, my supreme lord

Now, it is time for you to walk alongside me

But then,

You descend upon me merely in my dreams

Reflecting it as an illicit affair between us

Yet, the scholars hail you

as a manifestation of the purest essence

O’ lord, you are eternally pure

Am I blessed by you?

O’ Krishna, my dark complexioned lord,

whose every act is righteous

The sight of you this morning in my slumber

In your golden aura was purely a bliss

I take refuge in you

Unveil your benevolence upon me

It is this awakening which is a hindrance

Sing a lullaby

Put me to sleep forever

Enabling my dream, 

Where I get to see you forever.

 Copyright @ +Ajay Pai  24th March 2017

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No, I am not an activist. 

                       

                     I am the father to a 2.5-year-old child.

                                                    

                                  My love for my child is in no way lesser to that of his Mother.                                                                                

                                                       Yes, I do not have a womb. But, I have a heart that lactates.

The Embrace of - My Son

I took my lil Chimp in my arms, held him close to my heart,  he brushed his face along my chest.  All of a sudden, I had a lil lump in my heart at that very moment. My eyes went moist. A stream of joy trickled down freely down my cheek.

Being a father is an emotion which cannot be put in words and explained.

The heart that lactates

It was a similar night,  

when crescent moon

kindled the skies,

a tiny Lil star twinkled,

my lil child was born.

I bore him in my heart,

The heart which lactates.

Ah, mortal

You measure it not!

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to be continued...

Old Lady, feel your breasts

Know, they’ve begun to sag

Your eyes will soon begin to bag

Count your moments, now on

Sooner, in your palms you’ll see stains

of the wounds of my past.

 You’ll hear this world call out your name

in disgust;

in such abhorrence you’ll breathe

your last with no one around

like an orphan

and, on that day I would come to life

to ask you, how it feels

of having to perish as an orphan.

Mark my words

Copyright +Ajay Pai  16th March 2017

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My life sprouted within you

I inhaled a part of your breath

You kept me entangled and knotted-

with the umbilical cord, 

thus,

curbing my freedom

it was you again, 

who crushed me

beneath a heap of letters

which spelt “indebted”

and,

I was forced to pawn myself

to you for a lifetime

Copyright @ Ajay Pai 15th March 2017

Image does not belong to me

കൈ കുമ്പിളിൽ കൊള്ളുന്ന 

സന്തോഷമല്ലേ ഞാൻ ആഗ്രഹിച്ചത്?

അതും നിഷേധിച്ചു നീ എനിക്ക്  

എന്നിട്ടു് സമ്മാനിച്ചു 

ഈ വശ്യസുന്ദരമായ മന്ദസ്മിതം 

ഹാ, നിന്റെ 

ലീലാവിലാസങ്ങൾ അവർണ്ണനീയം .

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Copyright @Ajay Pai 9th March 2017

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There was nothing but abuse

in your love

at times it was your gaze

then the touch

even your sinful kiss

the way you slithered

on me

Was there love ever?

I wonder.

At the orgasm

You left the bed

With a kiss that bruised me

Now, they call me

A gigolo.

Copyright +Ajay Pai  4th March 2017

Have you ever heard of God seeking forgiveness?

Sans his halo

In my slumber last night

He came running over,

fell on my feet

incessantly sobbing

seeking forgiveness

for, he had erred

despite my tears

I ruffled his hair, consoled

And, said it was okay to err

smiling off my tears

Sigh!

Plight of God

Sans his halo

Copyright @ Ajay Pai | 3^rd march 2017

Avenge - A Poem. Can you guess, who is referred to as "he" in this poem?

Abhor, human!

Do not throw me into the pyre

To turn me into ashes

And dust

Neither, chant those Sanskrit hymns

Nor smear sandal on my mortal remains

Instead, allow me to rot

For the worms to crawl over my heart

Let the rotten stench of our love

Spread all across -

The land

The Oceans and the galaxies

This is my way to avenge him

He should smoulder

In regret

for his dreadful sin 

of bringing her into my life.

Copyright © Ajay Pai 2017

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