The prejudiced grip….., Indifferent…….. am I…?

The prejudiced grip……….

 -  Geetha munnurcode-

A check, a cross or a band of cunning cops

What’s that standing and posing upright?

Casting shadows, grim and faint…..

In my paths of sincerity and solidarity.

Why  am I pushed back

And shunted

By an unseen force…..!

A prejudiced shrewdness

Seems to echo from nowhere,

Just to gulp my very existence.

Nay…! It’s my catch!

You would better grab not –

How serenely I had built up

Fineries in my deeds and dealing!

Now crushed and crackled

By an unexpected engine hand……!

Yes, I do grudge apologies

To my inner self, that

I could have foreseen

The things change colors often

And a man’s moods

Would change the entropy

Over turning and grounding

What comes his way…

Where the self is the only beneficiary!

Indifferent…….. am I…?

   -  Geetha munnurcode-

 It puzzles me

How I shunted myself so long…….

And couldn’t shelter myself…….!

So many accusations hurled at me,

Penalties thrust upon me

From the untimely pruning of

My mercurial temperaments….

My glory being thwarted

Heaped as a rumpled shit……

Warily I realize

I am caught

In a parody of grief and anguish……..

Oh! Why wouldn’t I pursue short cuts…..

And be extra cautious to calculate

That the remedies would turn to dangers….

An indifferent mood of defiance

Would suffice

To stand the storms

To force the shadows

Let out my delights…..

Am I punctuating flippancy…?

Am I pondering over cowlicks….

Ushering in the trouble shot gimmicks….?

Do my senses mute….

On hearing the melancholy cries

Meted out of stained humanity…?

It puzzles me…..

And I am perplexed…!

How would I let my soul free…

If tempted for a spiritual suicide…….?