Saturday, September 22, 2012

Melissa, 22 F, found dead.



Versova, Mumbai;

In blue skirt and a white jacket.
Covered till neck with a blanket
Lies Melissa ; pale, numb and stiff.
lips all parched, nails all blue as if
She never lived; like the sack she was found in.
so mercilessly shoved into an old stinky dustbin.

It drizzled all night, thundered a bit.
all was well until a neighbor saw it.
drenched in blood, cuts on her wrist.
drape around neck, a blade in her fist.
Face swollen, disfigured due to constant rain.
hit on her head so bad, one can see her brain.

As the police still tried to figure out  the crime scene,
A neighbor told,''It was with a Guy she was last seen."
"BANG ! BANG !", the man heard twice followed by a thud.
then, there were footprints as if someone had come out of mud.
He was too sleepy, tired to look out. After all,
coming late is common for Gen-x who hang out.
Apparently it was Melissa's birthday the day before
excited,bit drunk,it seemed she was looking for more.

Her Flat is located in the suburbs of Versova.
She migrated to Mumbai but belongs to Goa.
A team that searched her flat found a bottle of chivas Regal.
a knife on her bed, almirahs robbed and blood stains on table.
They say ,The guy ; Sam, her lover was a habitual drug addict.
On inquiry it was found,
Someone shot him mysteriously at the church of St. Benedict.

That was all there to see and what neighbors could tell.
The sleuths could investigate and their dogs could smell.
But who killed Mellisa? and why? or did she commit suicide.
Everyone looked puzzled, not even the cops could decide.
In the meantime, police checked her Facebook account
and they were astonished to see what they had  found.

A post simply read on her wall.
"Baby its over, don't ever call". :@
On her birthday, she got the-humiliation-of-a-lifetime as her gift.
Followed by 40 comments and 60 friends who generously liked it.
Now it was an open and shut case from there on.
After briefing the media, police finally zeroed upon,
the social media for instigating her to commit suicide
With nowhere to run,made it impossible for her to hide.

The World, the perfect virtual world of hers died a slow death.
With each post of hers clinging on to the strings of her last breath.
May be she wanted to it to be memorable,worthy of a R.I.P Status Update.
After all, her virtual life has give her more meaning  than her real life till date.
The blood spattered on her 'Wall' testified against all who killed her.
Her lover, her friends,who reveled in her misery and made fun of her.

No !
She didn't die, she wasn't killed nor she committed suicide
rather she was shamed in public, butchered and crucified.
Or, may be love killed her; yes, the one that been a serial killer for ages.
This time, in a new form; the Digital love, love that spreads via messages.
Ends up in inboxes, chat messengers and finds way through the heart.
The short cut way, the shallow way, where it ends before it could start.
Yes ! Love killed Melissa, on a social platform ,in the public eye and in cold blood.
and time is not far when all of us would get same  repercussions of this Social-Smut.
As Melissa lies in the stillness of these restless times,
I put down the copy of Times of India with  headline that read,
                                  On 30th july, in versova mumbai , Melissa , 22 F,  found dead.

Monday, January 16, 2012

The Last Poem



Before My words loose their sheen
My hands shiver and tremble,
The ink chokes my pen or
the blood in my veins chokes the heart,
Let me scribble for the last time.


The other day,
when i looked into your eyes,
they didn't say anything,
i waited for answers,
yes for old times sake i waited.
I waited for the right words,
buti guess I've forgotten their jargon or
probably you didn't teach me well.
They didn't twirl or glance at me.
Still, lifeless they were, as if
they don't recognize me anymore.


Listen,My words feed on you.
when you raise hands they dance,
They chuckle when you smile and
Your eyes give them enlightenment.
Today i have no rhyme, its all raw.
Without you it seems
the symphony is just not there.


Time has come,though it waited for long.
It was just that i wasn't strong.
I just wanna sway away with you
on these words, across these feelings
far beyond where time stands still.
I wish life had been a fairy tale
so,i could offer it all my dreams.
or i wish life had been a prose
butit turned out to be a withered rose.


I remember,
once you said, "Poets are miserable."
yes, without you I am.
for i am too ordinary without you,
its you who manifest all my creations,
disguise in my vocabulary
and run through my rhymes.
Yes,you never failed me as a Poem.


But I won't diminish, i won't die.
till you shine in my stanzas,
dazzlein my dreams
and pop up in my puns.
I Won't die, this poet won't die.
I will rise like phoenix with wings of hope and fly.


As we part, I wish i could give you more
as you have given me.something precious,
but what could be more precious to me than you?
so, i kneel down and offer you all i have got,
a handful of words and countless emotions.
as a parting gift,i dedicate to you MY LAST POEM.