Sunday, March 26, 2017

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
Image courtesy: AJ's personal archives
Written on Jan 21st, 2017

Friday, March 24, 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
Image courtesy - AJ's gallery

Sunday, March 19, 2017

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.

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!

                                                                              © 2016 Ajay Pai (Reserved)
                                                                          Image courtesy : AJ's archives.

to be continued...

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

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
Image courtesy: Pexels

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

My life sprouted within you
I inhaled a part of your breath
You kept me entangled and knotted-

with the umbilical cord, 
curbing my freedom

it was you again, 
who crushed me
beneath a heap of letters
which spelt “indebted”
I was forced to pawn myself
to you for a lifetime

Copyright @ Ajay Pai 15th March 2017

Thursday, March 9, 2017

കൈ കുമ്പിളിൽ കൊള്ളുന്ന 
സന്തോഷമല്ലേ ഞാൻ ആഗ്രഹിച്ചത്?
അതും നിഷേധിച്ചു നീ എനിക്ക്  
എന്നിട്ടു് സമ്മാനിച്ചു 
ഈ വശ്യസുന്ദരമായ മന്ദസ്മിതം 

ഹാ, നിന്റെ 
ലീലാവിലാസങ്ങൾ അവർണ്ണനീയം .


Copyright @Ajay Pai 9th March 2017
Image courtesy - AJ's personal archive

Saturday, March 4, 2017

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

Friday, March 3, 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

Plight of God
Sans his halo

Copyright @ Ajay Pai | 3rd march 2017

Thursday, March 2, 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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