when i was born
as you know
i came crying
but this world was quite different
i didn't have anything tagged to me

with the lids of my eyes slightly opened
i saw the smile of my mother
covered in love and life
i was taken to my father's hand

before i got a name
i didn't have a religion
i was just a creation of heavenly Father
then, i was free
to crawl anywhere
to touch anything that didn't hurt me
i was inside the bossom of freedom

Today, I'm a man
the leisure of my childhood is taken away
i'm tagged down by religion
my hands tied down by knowledge
the smiles that adored
has drifted to oblivion

today, my thoughts have boundaries
kept by the world
if my words break it
I'm the outcast, rebel on the run

i'm waiting for that glorious day
as the Holy scriptures say
i will be lifted to the kingdom of Freedom
where i'm no longer a man or a child
where i'm not pained by the emotions or the words
where i will not have pen down to show what's inside
cos i will be empty...

written by vinal raj r
on 21st of july 2009

Cloth of night

Cloth of night

Here I stand naked,
I’m cold
My bones shiver
Scandalous is the air

I see the teeth
Like hyenas', laughing
Devils on prowl
He has the fork with him
I’m afraid

Light has died down
Darkness crowns the corners
I’m chained down by the weights
Of what I thought yesterday

My nails have grown
Someone smiles by that corner
I’m in stench,
Filth of the yesterdays’
Enrobing me
My skin is no more white
Eaten by the moss,
Green I’m

I’m inside the womb of night
I’m closer to grave
Closer than I have ever imagined

I’m dead, no more do I see the light
I can’t hear what you say
Or what you do to me

No I haven’t sold my soul to the devil
I wake up from this dreadful dream
I open my eyes to a brand new day
Opened by the infinite grace
I have removed the cloth of night
I have the light with me
Driving out the devil with fork
I’m not afraid anymore

Written by vinal raj r on July 15, 2009
Time: 2:25 am

Today i took a ride
on a brand new vehicle
its not the one with black tyres
no it doesn't even have a metal casing
this one-seated travel machine
is one of a kind
its the vehicle called "MEMORY"

climbing on it i took the road
to my childhood
to the path that i can't forget
the red nosed clown
the glitteri by the side
the gaint wheel
everything was here
slowly i moved thru the streets
saw big theatres
i stopped by one of them
to see, what it was playing
took the ticket
the roll moved
the silver screen came alive
it shew the time

when i was that child
who climbed the tree
found it amusing
when the ants marched in straight lines,
when milliped sped to a destination unknown,
when the butterfly fluttered around me,
and i running in vain to catch them

from there i moved to another
on its door i saw a big A encircled
i went inside i saw my youth
i saw my friends
some of whom i have forgotten
some i still have
i saw my friend with whom
i used to go home with
i saw oursleves on the tracks
when my heart pounded a lil more
than it is used to
then i saw a dark room
faintly lighted by a candle
where i was alone

and then i came out
i had so many shows left
but i choose to come back
to where i'm now

and for sometime the vehicle stays
alone in the garage
which some day
i will start once again