Why do they hit me?
And simply watch me bleed?
Why can’t they see?
I’m human without caste or creed!
The church, the mosque, the elaborate temple,
They crash and burn, and collapse and crumble.
They weep for their beloved, lying somewhere in the rubble,
Yet they rampage on, trying to burst each others’ bubble!
They kill, they maim, they rape, they tease,
Passions burn and time will freeze.
When it’s all over, no lessons are learnt,
Just more bodies to be buried and burnt!
What’s the point?
-Aviv Nair
9/5/2008
Monday, March 2, 2009
How many roads?
Stop! Sharp curves ahead,
First it was family,
then money,
finally it was me!
Caution! Pedestrian crossing,
She says they’re all friends,
But judging by the time she spends,
Subtle signals she sends!
Go slow! School ahead,
I’m a bad influence for my daughter,
With all the gifts I bought her,
I’m silent, led meekly to slaughter!
Stop for the red light,
I don’t get a chance to say,
Our marriage, she regrets the day,
And leaving me shattered, she walks away!
Enough!
This time, it’s my way or the highway!
-Aviv nair
2/7/2008
First it was family,
then money,
finally it was me!
Caution! Pedestrian crossing,
She says they’re all friends,
But judging by the time she spends,
Subtle signals she sends!
Go slow! School ahead,
I’m a bad influence for my daughter,
With all the gifts I bought her,
I’m silent, led meekly to slaughter!
Stop for the red light,
I don’t get a chance to say,
Our marriage, she regrets the day,
And leaving me shattered, she walks away!
Enough!
This time, it’s my way or the highway!
-Aviv nair
2/7/2008
Helpless
The sun burned overhead,
Competing with my passion.
I sat up from the bed,
Hiding my dissatisfaction.
Time became an immovable rock,
As the river of thoughts flow around.
Emotions kept under lock,
The lost hiding from the found.
The room sways and spins,
As I watch myself.
A whale of a time, flapping its fins,
As the crystal heart falls off the shelf.
The world wanders, lost and lonely,
As people live on, without notice.
My mind comes to life slowly,
As my emotions come to focus.
I watch myself, there I lie,
As the stars say goodbye,
All I do as doom is nigh,
Is just lie there and cry!
-Aviv Nair
29/1/2008
Competing with my passion.
I sat up from the bed,
Hiding my dissatisfaction.
Time became an immovable rock,
As the river of thoughts flow around.
Emotions kept under lock,
The lost hiding from the found.
The room sways and spins,
As I watch myself.
A whale of a time, flapping its fins,
As the crystal heart falls off the shelf.
The world wanders, lost and lonely,
As people live on, without notice.
My mind comes to life slowly,
As my emotions come to focus.
I watch myself, there I lie,
As the stars say goodbye,
All I do as doom is nigh,
Is just lie there and cry!
-Aviv Nair
29/1/2008
Happy Birthday!
The day goes on as it always does,
Nothing special, no real fuss.
But, there’s something different about this day,
Because everything seems to be going your way.
There are new goals and expectations,
And you are looking forward to new horizons.
Suddenly, your friends give you a surprise,
But you’ve been able to see through their lies.
‘cos on this day, one year later, we’re there,
With you, with everything to share.
We’re not lying, we swear,
We’re with you ‘cos we really care!
On this day, as you grow up,
(And we don’t mean by the size of your cup!)
We’re with you in every way,
Whenever you need us,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
-Aviv Nair
7 January 2008
Nothing special, no real fuss.
But, there’s something different about this day,
Because everything seems to be going your way.
There are new goals and expectations,
And you are looking forward to new horizons.
Suddenly, your friends give you a surprise,
But you’ve been able to see through their lies.
‘cos on this day, one year later, we’re there,
With you, with everything to share.
We’re not lying, we swear,
We’re with you ‘cos we really care!
On this day, as you grow up,
(And we don’t mean by the size of your cup!)
We’re with you in every way,
Whenever you need us,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
-Aviv Nair
7 January 2008
Hallucinations
The glass is full, the bottle empty, He drowned
He drinks in the pleasure, as she lies beside him, smiling.
The smile that speaks of a thousand heartbreaks,
A thousand shards of something that was once free, innocent and whole.
A thousand years of hiding in shadow, running from shadows and chasing dreams.
The eyes of eternity, so deep, so sad, so innocent, so betrayed, so full of love.
Her hair flows like a waterfall, as do the tears that refuse to be seen.
She kisses him, full of passion, full of love, full of uncertainty.
Craving for the unknown, only to realize the light at the end of the tunnel is a train.
Wanting something to want, searching for something to search, she comes.
Living for the moment, a dead future, she lives in the past.
Longing for the lost, she blunders on, undresses herself.
Snatching bits of memory and emotion, she makes love.
She falls, yet hangs without relief. She dies, yet lives to do it again.
She takes herself to satisfaction, as she falls in love again.
She strokes his cheek, ruffles his hair, and says she loves him.
Or does she?
-Aviv Nair
7/8/2008
He drinks in the pleasure, as she lies beside him, smiling.
The smile that speaks of a thousand heartbreaks,
A thousand shards of something that was once free, innocent and whole.
A thousand years of hiding in shadow, running from shadows and chasing dreams.
The eyes of eternity, so deep, so sad, so innocent, so betrayed, so full of love.
Her hair flows like a waterfall, as do the tears that refuse to be seen.
She kisses him, full of passion, full of love, full of uncertainty.
Craving for the unknown, only to realize the light at the end of the tunnel is a train.
Wanting something to want, searching for something to search, she comes.
Living for the moment, a dead future, she lives in the past.
Longing for the lost, she blunders on, undresses herself.
Snatching bits of memory and emotion, she makes love.
She falls, yet hangs without relief. She dies, yet lives to do it again.
She takes herself to satisfaction, as she falls in love again.
She strokes his cheek, ruffles his hair, and says she loves him.
Or does she?
-Aviv Nair
7/8/2008
Dreaming a Reality
The afternoon is slow and heavy, yet there’s electricity in the air.
I ring the bell, lost in thought, but jolt back as the expectant door opens.
Her sweet face and cute smile fill my eyes, as I step in.
She goes to a bean-bag, as I take up a spot on the reluctant sofa.
Our eyes lock.
My heart unlocks!
Lifetimes accelerate as eternity passes many times over,
The shy minutes tiptoe past, with a sly smile.
Unspoken words flow with the tide of emotion,
The warmth of a thousand fur coats,
As time freezes!
She smiles.
My brain goes nova!
I feel dizzy, as I swim through the sea of stars in my vision,
Her smiling face, like the brightest lighthouse, on the darkest night!
Reassures me, strengthens me, powers me and drives me!
I recover, and we start talking.
The day passes like a dream, interspaced with pauses of reality.
Her shy eyes, her loving smile, her sweet voice, her cascading hair,
Moments of eternal happiness, captured and treasured in memory.
It reassures, strengthens, powers and drives me,
And will do so for the long days ahead!
We sit there, talking, creating memories and moments of magic,
Emotion swirls, powerful and strong, wrapping and binding us,
For it is to keep us alive in the dark days to come!
I get ready to leave, the dream is about to end.
We stand at the door, frozen in time, locked in separation.
Unspoken words and feelings, an unbreakable golden thread,
Pure, unadulterated love and ultimate faith.
She hugs me.
Time goes unnoticed and unheeded, non-existent.
An eternal moment, frozen in time and memory,
As the universe stops to watch and smile,
And God blesses us with supreme happiness!
The time has come, I open the door.
And reluctantly walk out into reality,
With a vision burned in my mind,
Faith and patience, we will wait.
As the dream becomes reality!
-Aviv Nair
22/5/2008
I ring the bell, lost in thought, but jolt back as the expectant door opens.
Her sweet face and cute smile fill my eyes, as I step in.
She goes to a bean-bag, as I take up a spot on the reluctant sofa.
Our eyes lock.
My heart unlocks!
Lifetimes accelerate as eternity passes many times over,
The shy minutes tiptoe past, with a sly smile.
Unspoken words flow with the tide of emotion,
The warmth of a thousand fur coats,
As time freezes!
She smiles.
My brain goes nova!
I feel dizzy, as I swim through the sea of stars in my vision,
Her smiling face, like the brightest lighthouse, on the darkest night!
Reassures me, strengthens me, powers me and drives me!
I recover, and we start talking.
The day passes like a dream, interspaced with pauses of reality.
Her shy eyes, her loving smile, her sweet voice, her cascading hair,
Moments of eternal happiness, captured and treasured in memory.
It reassures, strengthens, powers and drives me,
And will do so for the long days ahead!
We sit there, talking, creating memories and moments of magic,
Emotion swirls, powerful and strong, wrapping and binding us,
For it is to keep us alive in the dark days to come!
I get ready to leave, the dream is about to end.
We stand at the door, frozen in time, locked in separation.
Unspoken words and feelings, an unbreakable golden thread,
Pure, unadulterated love and ultimate faith.
She hugs me.
Time goes unnoticed and unheeded, non-existent.
An eternal moment, frozen in time and memory,
As the universe stops to watch and smile,
And God blesses us with supreme happiness!
The time has come, I open the door.
And reluctantly walk out into reality,
With a vision burned in my mind,
Faith and patience, we will wait.
As the dream becomes reality!
-Aviv Nair
22/5/2008
Drawing Inspiration
My mind whirrs as I hear the blue baritone,
My eyes dart when the black bass kicks in.
The golden voice moves me to the very bone,
As it is joined by the royal purple violin.
My heart flutters at the sound of the green trumpet,
And my emotions cry with the orange saxophone,
Lines flow with the explosion of the drum kit,
And become bolder with the support of the trombone.
The guitar slashes in with my brush and paint,
With rainbow bubbles from the soft xylophone,
The fever pitch rises as the brown cellos go faint,
Colour and melody come together with the crash of symbols!
Ah, the artist’s imagination!
-Aviv Nair
9/5/2008
My eyes dart when the black bass kicks in.
The golden voice moves me to the very bone,
As it is joined by the royal purple violin.
My heart flutters at the sound of the green trumpet,
And my emotions cry with the orange saxophone,
Lines flow with the explosion of the drum kit,
And become bolder with the support of the trombone.
The guitar slashes in with my brush and paint,
With rainbow bubbles from the soft xylophone,
The fever pitch rises as the brown cellos go faint,
Colour and melody come together with the crash of symbols!
Ah, the artist’s imagination!
-Aviv Nair
9/5/2008
Answers and Assurances
Life has two sides, there’s black and there’s white,
Anytime in life, there’s always a wrong and a right.
There’s always a way up, just when you’ve been downed,
When you’re going insane, there’s always a part that’s sound.
When things can’t possibly get worse, there’s a chance to come round.
You’re always free to choose, you’re never really bound.
Even in this bad world, there are acts of kindness,
They are felt, although seen with eyes of blindness.
Love does always have it’s downside,
But then life is like the ebbing of the tide.
The happiness of love is like the ocean wide,
The sadness that comes is just a prick in your pride.
There’s always someone who owes you gratitude,
Even though you may have lived your life in solitude.
Life’s not that tough, there’s also fun and enjoyment,
You may be restrained, but there’s always time to be indulgent.
You’ll have friends, whenever you’re in bereavment,
You’ll be happy, even though the pain will be recurrent.
You won’t realize, but there’s an angel sent,
To put you together, when your heart’s been rent.
In times of pain, it’s never quite evident,
That you’re not broken, you’ve only been bent.
You’ll get back the heart you so readily lent.
Why end your life, because of one incident?
When you can win, why do you want to relent?
Why cry you’re broken, when all you’ve got is a dent?
- Aviv Nair
4/1/2006
Anytime in life, there’s always a wrong and a right.
There’s always a way up, just when you’ve been downed,
When you’re going insane, there’s always a part that’s sound.
When things can’t possibly get worse, there’s a chance to come round.
You’re always free to choose, you’re never really bound.
Even in this bad world, there are acts of kindness,
They are felt, although seen with eyes of blindness.
Love does always have it’s downside,
But then life is like the ebbing of the tide.
The happiness of love is like the ocean wide,
The sadness that comes is just a prick in your pride.
There’s always someone who owes you gratitude,
Even though you may have lived your life in solitude.
Life’s not that tough, there’s also fun and enjoyment,
You may be restrained, but there’s always time to be indulgent.
You’ll have friends, whenever you’re in bereavment,
You’ll be happy, even though the pain will be recurrent.
You won’t realize, but there’s an angel sent,
To put you together, when your heart’s been rent.
In times of pain, it’s never quite evident,
That you’re not broken, you’ve only been bent.
You’ll get back the heart you so readily lent.
Why end your life, because of one incident?
When you can win, why do you want to relent?
Why cry you’re broken, when all you’ve got is a dent?
- Aviv Nair
4/1/2006
Questions and Lamentations
Life is full of pain, struggle and sacrifice,
It can flip over on the roll of a dice.
Burning, writhing, tearing and twisting,
Whims, demands, requests and insisting.
Co-operating, compromising, retreat and relenting,
Excuses; making and giving, genuine and inventing.
You face unbearable torture and the pain doesn’t subside
But if you lash back, it’s because of the devil inside,
The dagger of love, sharp penetrating and incisive,
Every word, make or break, calculated and decisive.
Every action, inconsiderate or oversensitive,
Every argument, trivial or major, leading to its own derivative
Living is an effort, almost never is it easy,
Where everyone you meet is too innocent or sleazy.
Compelled to be careful about where you tread,
Confused about what it is that you should dread.
Calculative about your words from dawn till bed,
Because what you meant is exactly what you said,
Is this where our evolution has led?
That we are caged until we are dead?
When everything that you have written or read,
Is corrected and marked with lines of red,
When there is no meaning to the values we embed,
When the wrong is, for survival, what we are fed?
Could it have been better to be unborn instead?
Because I feel like I am already dead!
Aviv Nair
4/1/2006
It can flip over on the roll of a dice.
Burning, writhing, tearing and twisting,
Whims, demands, requests and insisting.
Co-operating, compromising, retreat and relenting,
Excuses; making and giving, genuine and inventing.
You face unbearable torture and the pain doesn’t subside
But if you lash back, it’s because of the devil inside,
The dagger of love, sharp penetrating and incisive,
Every word, make or break, calculated and decisive.
Every action, inconsiderate or oversensitive,
Every argument, trivial or major, leading to its own derivative
Living is an effort, almost never is it easy,
Where everyone you meet is too innocent or sleazy.
Compelled to be careful about where you tread,
Confused about what it is that you should dread.
Calculative about your words from dawn till bed,
Because what you meant is exactly what you said,
Is this where our evolution has led?
That we are caged until we are dead?
When everything that you have written or read,
Is corrected and marked with lines of red,
When there is no meaning to the values we embed,
When the wrong is, for survival, what we are fed?
Could it have been better to be unborn instead?
Because I feel like I am already dead!
Aviv Nair
4/1/2006
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