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)

#chennairains

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. 

What's out there for me,

for am safe,

cosily seated on a couch,

enjoying the rains,

the stars and the moon,

untouched by the dangers,

in the opulence of my household.

The bloodshed,

the devastation, the holocaust,

the agony of the homeless,

a mere episode,

for am safe.

As a ritual,

I condemn, I shed a tear.

I am - the Western World.

  ©  2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)
Image courtesy:  Pexels

#Daesh   #France   #In My Opinion   #NewsTracker   #Obama   #outrage   #Paris   #Paris attacks                          #President Obama   #Selective -outrage 

Facebook has  launched its security check feature and hundreds are being 'marked safe' to the relief of family and friends around the world. People across the networking site have been changing their profile pictures to the blue, white and red filter showing their solidarity and support with the victims and the French. 

 (ref: http://www.firstpost.com/politics/the-paris-attacks-show-us-the-selective-outrage-of-the-western-world-2507094.html)

I am shaken

Terribly shaken

And my faith sunken

My prayers

My silent prayers

Awaits an answer

You the Omnipresent

You Owe me an answer

A re-affirmation

Aren’t I your kid

Why the foster treatment

Look into my eyes

You are aware

Very well

He is the sole reason – Am alive

They say

You are within

Do prove – Here’s a chance

Read my Numb heart

Lil Ishaan is unwell

Wellness for him  - My desire

_______________________

November 10th, 2015 - Diwali 

©  2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)