Friday, November 25, 2016

dichotomy


reflection is scared of light...
if the pencil dies, it will expire with it
if the stream bides, the specter will lose the credit
it is tense
for as long as it stays
for the crown of the knight

Friday, November 18, 2016

Partner



Death has come at last.
I am on my bed
going back and back
turning the pages, trying to search
for the space where feelings fell
in place, where time stopped,
but I was slipping on the surface
when I thought fearfully of death.
I looked out of the window
nothing has stopped, nothing changed
save the body that held me so long,
and brought me finally to my friend.

I am meeting my lover
shy, hesitant as ever,
no I welcome you
though I know
I will never be done

I was always looking for you,
in the meaning of life I was missing you too.

Monday, November 7, 2016

Hi there


From the mountain top
you were showing us your tricks.

The world is tied with a wire
from one end to the distant other,
connected with ease, without bricks.

Your vision is high, your mission and goals
foolproof with gumption, without loopholes,
technically the world is a global village
hearts in us are still heavy in the cage.

From the cliff you have forgotten to climb down
you need a hand to keep your feet on the ground.

Saturday, November 5, 2016

Monopoly


Ten million ways ― you
lead the dazzling fate.

Engaging the glamorous
feeling overshadowing
failing white policies.

What matters most,
is the fun, along the sun.
Moon has no place.

But you have this craze
that you will say and you will stay.

You have managed to scare
the world, which is chasing the eagle
because you told in your convincing speech
that the bird has fled with its eyes
poor world cannot see it can see
it fails a myriad times, it tries.

It is chasing with a rod you sold as a wand
ten thousand wails with yelling hands.

I am waiting behind a tree, beside the bank
of a crying river bleeding for some silver touch.

Friday, November 4, 2016

The malady

A tonsured garden, a deforested place;
in the desert, an oasis still tolerates the sun
heat is reining in every life,
there is no space for anything other than sunshine.

Such kindness of light that burns the impulse
of every kind is the cruelest thing that needs to be deserted.
But every being there has forgotten the art of leaving
it is looked upon as deceitful…
fearful of criticism, the remaining ones are condemned to stay
to be charred to death with the burden of white-hot values,
it is staging onlookers as actors
killing the garden’s character in every minute of the day
that promises no evenings, no nights.

The moon has left the place for good,
there is no room for darkness.

The generosity of the sizzling sun is slowly spreading
its wings all over…golden numbness for sure
has ruined the balance of the Silver Star, beyond cure.