The Garden

The man

It was her fault!!!
Spare me!
I can’t take it
She is the reason

Her voice
Enveloped in sweetness
Has deceived me
I never wanted to be you
I never wanted wisdom
I don’t want to live long
She, she wanted it all

Spare me I beseech thee
I just stood with her
It wasn’t my fault

The woman

What a wretched creature are you?
You deceived me
Stop looking at me like that!
It was it
Not my fault
It said
I will be like you
I will possess wisdom like you
It deceived me
Spare me I beseech thee

Speak up for me
Tell Him, I’m not the one
Please don’t be silent
Tell Him
It is the one
I cry before thee
See me tears
Doesn’t it melt your heart?

The snake

Aha, now, blame it all on me
Didn’t He tell you not to eat it?
Didn’t He tell you, you will be punished?
You are the one to be punished
Why did you listen to me?
Will you do all I say?
Did I pluck and give it to you
You plucked it yourself
See, your hands
It has the redness of that grasp


Please bear me
I’m not the one
I’m a lowly creature
Have mercy on me
I’m not the one

Answer from the sky

“Man you will toil the soil!”
“Woman your fruit will come with much pain”
“Snake, I take your legs, crawl and be crushed by woman’s fruit”

Written by Vinal Raj R on 21st July 2010

write... write...
says the writing pad
i asked the pad
"will you give me ideas
to spill the ink on you"
"try me" it said

yes it does!!!
written by vinal raj r on 21st july 2010.

The exit door

There she sits
Midst of the crowd
With her hands folded
Looking down

Her thoughts
Conquered by one thing
Rest. In peace

As live souls go by
She in silence
Sit unmoved

A drop of warm water falls on her hands
She looks up to know from where it came
A woman with white hair
Her face robbed of its youth, stood
Quivering, muttered a word and walked out
Thru the open door

As her shadow stepped out
She looked
Remembered, the times of her youth
And, her childhood
That ran into her loving arms
The very arms on which she would sleep
The very arms that would weave
Spectacular stories for her
Before she slept

Now, alone, buried
Among hundreds of
Sorrowful faces
Her hands felt for the last time
The hair, it didn’t have the sweet aroma
Of that sweet smelling oil
Nor did the hands
Clasp hers’ when she lovingly kept on it

A tear roll down
Thru her face
As they brought that black cover
Hiding the face which
Used to smile and laugh a lot
The hands that embraced her
Told a million words
That none could understand
Than her

“Its time”
Someone said
I’m on this brown polished chair
Like the most
I stand
Without a tear
To walk away to oblivion

Expecting all that I can’t do
From the divine

Wishing these clouds were dark
Hoping tears would fall from heaven
On this un-moistened earth
And, a breeze of comfort
Would embrace her
I walk away
thru the exit door

Written by Vinal Raj R
10/02/2010

Dino in my head !!!

There he comes
From the dark, dense forest
His mighty legs
Crushing the smaller ones
His face bloodied by his victims
Blood drips from his mouth
To the ones standing beneath

He roars
He sends the message
“Here I’ am
The daring and deadly animal”
By his roar
Terrified they run
Scattering thru the grass and woods
The lives in stake
Run to find shelter
Under the rocks
Alas! The rocks crush like limestone
Under his iron like legs
Killing the one who tried to escape

He roars again
Terrifying everyone again
“You can run and you can hide
But you will not escape from me
I’m the dino
Of your past
I’m the machine from the past
Programmed to kill you”
He says
“Get crushed and get salvation from
This pathetic life”
And he laughs sinisterly

I stand before him
Should I wait for my salvation?
Or should I run away?
If I run to where will I?
Cos he owns the forest
I’m caught

Here comes the dino
Of my past
My only escape is the sky
I’m waiting for my wings

Written by Vinal Raj R on 4th of Jan 2010.