Wednesday, December 30, 2015

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)  

Monday, December 28, 2015

Wish I am dead tonight,
to be reborn
from the ashes of the past,
more vibrant,
where my shadow
rather being spooky.

© 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved) 

Sunday, December 27, 2015

 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) 

Saturday, December 26, 2015

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

His childlike smile,
turbulent minds.

His soothing touch,
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

Sunday, December 20, 2015

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)

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

Saturday, December 19, 2015

 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)

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

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,
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)

Saturday, December 12, 2015

They ask me, 
How are You?
I am fine, thank you,
I reply.

if they've noticed
my lifeless eyes,
the pale smile.

I am fine, I repeat
My voice feeble; 
vacuum creeps in.

©  2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)

Thursday, December 10, 2015

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)

Monday, November 30, 2015

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,
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)

Thursday, November 26, 2015

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)

Saturday, November 21, 2015

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. 

Sunday, November 15, 2015

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

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Wednesday, November 11, 2015

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)

Monday, November 9, 2015

I strum a lullaby
for my Lil one
Who’s miles away

A lullaby
Of hope, of warmth
And Of union

I strum a lullaby
For my Lil one
Who’s in my heart

A lullaby
Of love  and
Of  twinkling stars

I strum a lullaby
for you, my darling
for we are One
And not two

Written for my son – Ishaan, this Diwali, dated 09th November 2015

©  2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)

Friday, October 30, 2015

Can you fathom
How difficult is this day?
Never ever did I think
Of our separation

This moment I wish
If at all, I could undo
Our separation,
With a magical Wand

But then, this was my choice
To pursue the dream
Which I'd chased, cherished
before you were born

My eyes are moist
My heart crunches
My smile lifeless

I'll miss your touch
Those tiny palms
Your toothless smile
Your warmth, your hug
The innocence in your eyes
Your growing years

And then,
it forces me to think
Is it worth, the separation

Oh Ishaan, My Son
My beloved
I depart from you
With a promise
To return soon

 ©  2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)

Thursday, October 22, 2015

Today, we celebrate, Navami. The 9th day of Navratri. 

The ( idol) Goddess arrives on the golden Chariot, defeating the demon king. This win over the evil is celebrated by one and all. 

I become part of such a procession which is held to celebrate this victory.

Amongst the crowd I see Her, unbothered, she dances.

It’s her way to rejoice.

Her moves sensuous, balancing the flower pot on her head, she sways.

Seeing her curves, the crowd goes berserk.

“Abundance in life is what you offered,
You the mother, WE the kids.
You are just,
Caring your nature, you treat us as equals”… a mild song is played in the backdrop, praising the Goddess. 

She swings to the tune, ignoring the stare of the eyes around her.

Amongst the crowd, a voice whispers, in a tone of ridicule, to the other,“She’s a Third Gender” pointing at the dancer.

 © 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

As I stand brittle
devoid of life
You envelop me

In such warmth
Of your hug
My heart brushes
with yours
Your heart kisses mine

I hear
I hear
You whisper in my ear
'All is well'

With a smile
My heart
breathes again

© 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)

Friday, September 25, 2015

A tear rolls down my cheek.

I ask the eye,
Are you hurt?

But, your Heart is,
thus says, the Eye.

Empathy, I see.

© 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)

Monday, September 21, 2015

After I am gone
Will I be called by my name
When I lay there limp

After all, I lay
In the coffin, all dressed up
a mere lifeless corpse

© 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved). Image Courtesy: Pexels  Linked to Haiku Horizons--Prompt "After"