piano tree

poem in the piano tree
me in doubt
it sings do re me 

wander

Poet a prophet creatures 
wander or the
puppets surrender 

chirping tree

Tree chirps cells inside
sing city bombs veins sigh
shout in debris

need to know

need to know

information likes air,
blood, water; when it flows, grows
blocks, clots, corrupts

/pi:s/

/pi:s/

Words sound

Meanings found

Which to choose

Dove or goose

Sense flies

Letters freeze

Mind lies

As it is

run away and look

run away and look

you are as good or as bad as i am
this my bread, butter and jam

anyway you like cook your food
will be as bad or just as good

beyond this there's nothing to worry or think
all aligned, attuned and willing to drink

happy nest

happy nest

what i have
will wither away
what i am with me will stay

i am love
i am bliss
i am happiness over and above
in the nest of peace

outside the field

outside the field

in an open field
i saw krishna
playing with jesus
with a flute in his hand
i also met rumi
who showed me to me

Teaser

Teaser

How long will the seat remain on the ground?

It should be floating by now,

Could be on windy air or warm water around!

Neither will it prevent,

Nor allow.

It is full with beings,

Ears covered with stings,

Eyes closed with thoughts,

Knees marked

With bruised knots.

Mind has borrowed scratches in turn,

Legs limping without work to earn,

Hands heavy pushing the wall of dissent,

Tooth and claw crippled

With words thrown and sent

El Dorado and Xanadu have lost their ways to Eden?

The seat so still somehow carrying on and on,

Nothing gained nothing lost in the bargain!

Beggars begging beggars everywhere,

Without a drop of corn.

Role to play

Role to play

You have a role to play if you so long.

Puppets are the actors,

Frozen white and strong;

In silence

Audience,

Go to alter the authors.

Don’t sit and see Othello and Meursault

Kill Desdemona and the Arab,

Reason is out of dais you can’t even grab;

Don’t let the Montague and the Capulet,

In the confused and helpless hamlet,

Fight for nonsense; Audience!

Lovers, innocents kill and strangle to death,

Like you they too need their space and their breath,

You have watched so far with popcorn and coke

Bickering and simmering your bubbles did choke.

Hey audience! Are you there? Heard the poet screech?

‘Up! Up! my Friend, and quit your books;
Or surely you'll grow double:
Up! Up! my Friend and clear your looks;
Why all this toil and trouble!’

Off your seat-belts now and on to the stage!

Written word is here, out and off the page

Save the couples now and all those timid players

Who kill and breed killers with victimized rage!

…

The curtain falls; the audience sees

They are on the stage with countless layers

Actors with audience melting at ease

Released right inside their same old cage!

Go to alter the authors.

Audience,

In silence

Frozen white and strong;

Puppets are the actors,

You have a role to play if you so long.