Learn to fly, Son.
soar high, you must

Stars, must you conquer

Spread your Lil wings
Take a leap

I've let you fly today
Away from my nest
Never from my Soul

For, you belong to yourself

I am here for you
always,
In case, just in case,
You need a hug
A warm 
heart-to-heart hug

You and I
bear the hereditary gene

Forget not, my Son
I am You

Unison and separation
Elemental in life,
I've learnt.

© 2016 Ajay Pai (Reserved)

It’s dim

Gruesomely dark

All I can see is vague

Opaque

Unfathomable

 thoughts!

All I could is

 sigh so deep,

To blow away

 the dark 

the vague

the opaque,

Liberating my soul.

© 2016 Ajay Pai (Reserved)  

 Oh, the auspicious one

Benevolent your form

Yet, you erupt fire

Slayer, you become

For once, I urge you

Stage the dance of destruction

Whilst, you embrace me

In the halo, of your kindness

© 2016 Ajay Pai (Reserved)  

Yes, I do not have a Womb

A mother I am not

Son, sense my heart

The one which bleeds

Stained it is not

Each second

Every moment

I crack up

I pass away

For my breath is far off

Yet, against the odds

Crawls my heart

To be embraced by you

© 2016 Ajay Pai (Reserved) 

Image Courtesy: Aj's personal album 

Prove your love for me,

She demands.

With a smile,

I pluck my heart,

 for Her.

Alas,

 She rejects

for

Bloody stains.

© 2016 Ajay Pai (Reserved) 

Image courtesy:   Pixabay

The Infamous Me: 

They say all of us have a more sinister side (which is mostly kept under wraps, and an angelic aura which we project to the world.) 

Do you agree?

I  ain’t a Saint,

A shadow is what I am.

Dark side of  me blends,

As like a  chameleon,

No more sunshine, I wish.

To shun, dual ways of my life,

I wish no more!

© 2016 Ajay Pai (Reserved) 

Image Courtesy: Pixabay

I am uncertain why,

I've been asked to prove myself,

Every single day, every single time,

Can't I just be me?

No other being,

exist to please the other,

but me!

Oh hell yeah,

Hence, I am labeled a

 “Husband”.

© 2016 Ajay Pai (Reserved)

Image courtesy: Pixabay

Am I the outcome of lust? Is that why, you abandoned me? Was reconciliation so difficult?  Have you never felt the urge to embrace me?

He stood dazed, unable to reply his teenage daughter. The inner voice had nothing to suggest at this moment, but, a stony silence! 

Nevertheless, he stood there with a frowned, poker, pale face, as if, it was to justify his deeds and his false ego.

He had deserted them in search of the ultimate truth, the “Aham Brahmasmi” - A realization.

Unaware of the fact that until the ego dies, he cannot achieve this state.

                                                                                      

                                                           © 2016 Ajay Pai (Reserved)

PS: A 100-word story.                                                 Image courtesy: Pixabay

Lost in the sea of emotions,

is my sense of belonging.

Yet, I assure myself,

to fish it out someday,

from the depths of time,

To help pacify my soul,

Of my urge,

of being desired.

Image Courtesy: Pixabay

 © 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)  

Wish I am dead tonight,

to be reborn

from the ashes of the past,

more vibrant,

where my shadow

become

a

companion,

rather being spooky.

© 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved) 

 To quantify my love for you

Is what I’ve failed, My love.

All that I’ve known is -

braided we are,

for a lifetime.

 Look past through my emotions,

Take a peek into my soul,

All you'll find

is the Connect

we have,

from time immemorial.

© 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved) 

I belong to his clan,
Himself  the divine, the charismatic,
He's my religion.

His childlike smile,

soothes 
turbulent minds.

His soothing touch,
rejuvenates 
the lifeless.

His blessings,
uplifts the fallen.

I, once the fallen,
bow at thy Lotus feet,
seeking solace.

© 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)
Image courtesy : AJ's personal collections

I held you close and became your shell,
I gave you my color,

Made you beautiful.

I know one day you’d be free to fly,

And find your wings a whole new sky,
Seek new flowers to spread the colors,
Join new wings and fly high.

Amidst your flight, my dear Lil child,
Will you remember this old Lil shell?
Alone I would be and gaze to see,
The beautiful wings of my butterfly.

All that makes my world would be,
A gaze of you in the beautiful new sky,
A wink of smile, a flutter of love,
Is all I need to keep me alive.

 © 2015 Rekha Mallia (Reserved)

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A beautiful emotion of a Mother, intense, very well penned by my College mate and neighbor, Rekha Mallia.

She blogs @ Rekha Mallia and her FB page is https://www.facebook.com/rrmallia

 I've been wondering why,

My life a withered bloom,

I had barely blossomed.

Alas, am  blown down,

Smeared are my petals with dust,

Gazing at the sky, I lay.

Ripped by a gentle breeze,

 To a land far off am taken,

Away from my fragrance.

I wonder,
is it an act of God?

© 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)

Scent  of lust swarms into them,

Love challenged by lust,

Lust and love entwined.

Tantalizing  foreplay, 

sensuous massage,

the nail strokes, the pinch,

play of the tongue,

And 
a whisper of sweet nothings.

Their craving for lust bites,

rhythmic thrusts,

blooming moans.

They lay entangled, drenched,
in each other's arms

caressing ...

                                                     Image courtesy: Pexels              © 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)

They ask me, 

How are You?

I am fine, thank you,

I reply.

Unsure,

if they've noticed

my lifeless eyes,

the pale smile.

I am fine, I repeat

My voice feeble; 

-pause-

vacuum creeps in.

©  2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)

The clouds, the dark clouds

Of illness

Still hover above us

Wellness, a falling Star

He wails, for he's scared 

Terrified are his eyes

Solace he seeks

from those thorny drugs

Unsure about his destiny

I  stand brittle

With a plea to the holy angel

to keep him healthy.

December 10th, 2015 - Exactly after a month of the previous illness, Ishaan, my son is hospitalized the 2nd time.

©  2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)

Hello Mom, It’s me

How soothing it is, to hear you

from the other side.

Talk to me, Ma

though far off,

Your voice heals me,

Always,

Assuring me  of  love 
that's selfless.

Hello Mom,

Are you listening?

A confession

that I owe you,

I’ve taken you for granted,

you’d forgive me mom,

Won’t  you?

Say something, Ma,

Hello, Ma,
Are those the tears

that are choking you?

Wish I could wipe off

the tears, which trickle

down your cheeks,

to see you smile again.

©  2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)

With the anklet  held in her hand

She stands completely numb;

Her stained eyes  

speak  a thousand emotions.

Her forefinger points them

those at the helm;

For transforming her

to a piece of stone.

But, I see,

her heart throbs  with pain;

to see her kin languish

for survival  in the downpour.

What remains  afloat

is  the agony;

and helplessness.

 ©  2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)

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The man with the gray,

Wrinkled skin,

Yeah, he’s my father.

Yes, the man whose hands tremble,

Whose voice sound shaky,

Yeah, is my Papa.

The man with a blurred vision,

And with hearing-impaired,

Yeah, he’s my dad.

but, his love for me

still youthful.

Dad with flowers on 15th May 2017.  Those were wrapped in love from my end. I sure, the fragrance of  those roses would have ensured to convey  my love for him.

 ©  2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)

This 150th blog post is dedicated to my Everloving Dad.