Monday, July 27, 2015

If at all, yes, if at all,  I had magical powers, I would have banished Mr.Sun (the brightest star) to a land, where he will never rise and shine!



Hey You!
The Round sized one,
Mr. Sun,
Aren’t you lazy?

Mr.Poker,
I warn You!
Do not, Do not,
Poke  me with your Rays.

I know!
You don’t have a kid,
Chronic Bachelor
That you are,
You sleep sound at night.

Gaze upon,
‘tis  a murky morning,
of mist and dew.

How I wish,
Mr.Sunny,
You miss the alarm,
You be entangled by deep slumber.

Abracadabra!  
I utter,
Let the clouds freeze upon you!
I create, what I say :)

Oh, Mother, 
My Sweet Moma,
Do me a favour!
 Pull me a warm blanket,
 Let me, Puh-lease!

Let me fall asleep.




Nah, Naah, Naaah,
Nope, I don’t feel the need,
To rise and shine,
For I am too lazy,
To wake up premature.


Aaah! Yawn, yaawn!





Click here to read the Reply from Sun, The brightest Star.


© 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)     
 Image Courtesy: Lazy Morning






Sunday, July 26, 2015

Ishaan, has turned One-year-old today and he’s begun to toddle.  However, his Papa  is worried.  

What could be the reason? Read on.


The Lil one toddles.

One-two-two-one,
Three-four-two-one.


One step to the fore,
Two steps lateral,
The toddler wobbles.

His tiny Lil steps,
Now adventurous.
His Lil feet fragile,
But focused.

Zigzag, the toddler waddles.

Step ahead he’s got,
Into the dark,
Ready to explore the unknown.

May the Guardian Fairy
Be his lantern,
May the Glowing Sun
Keep the evil away.

Am paranoid,
For, the  world out there
Is rough and tricky.

Leaving my little finger,
 he walks in haste,
Determined!

Turn around, Oh Lil One!
For, Papa stands
In anticipation,
With his arms wide open,
To carry you safe, in his arms,
 back home,

Home-Sweet-Home.


© 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)
Image courtesy: AJ's Photo Collection.


Friday, July 24, 2015

I, son of Adam,
 I, the Common Man.

Just as my predecessor,
I love Nature,
I love Life,
I love Color,
I lust for Love,
I am a Common Man.

I wasn’t politically correct,
Neither was I diplomatic,
I was ME.

I was a common man then.

Donkey’s years back,
Serpentine had Hissed,
Eve was lured,
Had bit the forbidden apple.
Then on,
Mankind transformed,
Intelligent, I became.

I, the not so Common Man,
I, now the diplomat.

Of the transformed,
A few became bankers,
To sell dreams,
To inculcate savings,
To provide for the have-nots.


Have-nots progressed,
To be Bountiful,
Alas, the bankers still count,
Count their days,
To be bountiful.

Six days a week,
With no repose,
Nor
Tranquility,
We run,
To take the Republic,
To newer heights.

I, Voice out,
For a weekend off,
Saturdays to sit with family,
Sundays to munch with Son.

My Voice,
Echoes and thunders,
but,
Fades away
Amidst,
the stormy,
and boisterous
customers.


© 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)   Image courtesy: AJ's old Archives.
  

Saturday, July 18, 2015



Thou, Lord of Universe,
Thou, the Master,
Thou, the Provider,
 Thus, Absolute.

Thy lotus feet, I prostrate.

Scholars say,
Thou, blue skinned.
I smile,
As thou not blue,
but black,
As a lunar eclipse night.
Though,
Benevolence radiates.
I absorb.

Carved in Wooden Stump,
Round, outsized eyes.
Despite,
I see
Compassion, in thy eyes.
You bestow Upon.

Thy mold,
Unlike, a human,
Imperfect.
Imperfection, thy persona
Yet, Perfect,
The world crafted.

Hey Mortal!
Read beyond the written.
Imperfects,
the differently abled,
Are equally equal.


Courtesy : https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jagannath                             © 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)      Image Courtesy : Google                                    

Friday, July 17, 2015

And then, virtually we met.
.
From acquaintances,
To best pals,
Moving ahead, 
to be the intimate one's,
The relationship grew.

We met at his dorm,
He poured us a drink.
Over the drink,
the inhibitions banished,
And then..



Image courtesy: Pexels         © 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)

Sunday, July 12, 2015


Lust is eruptive and Volcanic. Beware, Eros the God of Passion and lust is eyeing at you.


The river mild
With Supple ripples
Awaits our unison

Sun rays shimmer
Inhibitions, I shed
Stand tall
Embraced by the breeze

The muted cool breeze
turns wild, churns up
the wild desires

At the horizon
I see a rainbow
 and 'Eros' with a bow

Gushing in me
a twirl of emotions
evoking the mild ripples
with
Volcanic eruptions.


Now, I soak
 in the lava
Of the darkest desire
and lust
  to be immersed
In the dust of lust forever.


Image courtesy: Pexels              © 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)

Saturday, July 11, 2015

I have a wish.
Just
An odd
 crazy wish.

If at all,
 i could age
hunger-less,
How awesome it will be!
I Fancy.

Hunger for power,
 for wealth,
Hunger for fame
And
For lust,
Overpowers mankind.

Eve and serpentine
The root cause
For all.



Fruit of the tree,
they say,
Reason for progress
Of mankind.

Progress of mankind,
 truth or myth?

Equal were the resources then,
Unequal, are they now.

White-winged Doves
flew free then,
Vultures hover
over us now.

Eve, serpentine, the forbidden fruit,
The root cause for all.

Planet earth,
The mother earth,
 Divided and subdivided.

Color, creed, gender
now the basis.

Love, compassion
Turns Diplomatic.

Adam, bears it all
With a grin,
For he is cursed.

From Sweat of his brow,
Bread he earns.

Waiting for his turn
To turn into dust.

Alas!
How i wish
The story of Genesis
was just a story.



Image Courtesy:  Pixabay 


Tuesday, July 7, 2015

I open my eyes
To see a lil Sunflower
Bloom

 A gentle breeze
Brush my soul

Yea! It’s a baby boy

It’s within him
My heart beats

The stars twinkle
Shares the joy along me

We belong
To each other.

Then,
I buy him a toy

A toy that’ll change lives

A gun
A toy gun
A metal one
For he’s a baby boy
Ain’t a Baby Girl

The Moon howls
Stars shun their twinkle

 Playfully
he hammers all
with the gun


I cheer him
for
Spectacular was his show

He and the Gun
Both now inseparable
The power of Gun
Made him a hooligan

I repent
I cuss myself

I reason
If at all
I had showered love
Instead




© 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)

Image Courtesy: https://pixabay.com/en/boy-gun-pointing-smiling-trash-709911/

Sunday, July 5, 2015


Blissful
 Two-getherness.

Love flows seamless,
binds them.

Together, they are “I”
Not “U” & “I”

Questions of Care
still commutes
amongst them.

As is,
they have accepted
each other.

‘tis, adorable to see them frown,
 to find no traces
the next moment.

I am puzzled,
What makes them tick?

Helping hand
they extend,
 together they stand
tall.

Parents,
The living Gods.

On their
flesh and blood
the younger generations
strive.

But,
How abrupt the
Old
deprived
 a life of
Dignity!

Hey, You!

Gaze into their
eyes,
see your reflection.


How can you
abhor them?

You have sucked
Onto them
forever.


© 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)

Image Courtesy:  https://pixabay.com/en/adult-wholesale-old-675338/

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Friday, July 3, 2015


The bygones,
Days, months, years,
Age,
Youth.




I hark back,
I, be cognizant of
What I've Sown!

‘tis
Harvest time.

I reap Zilch.

Now,
I am desperate,
I try to mend the past.

How Silly!

My present
always an orphan,
Amidst,
my tryst,
to mend my past,
and
Secure the future.


© 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)



Pic Courtesy https://pixabay.com/en/skull-cemetery-genoa-teeth-bone-476740/