strange

strange

whether the earth moves or the sun
all I know is they are there for each other
whether they form a desert or the beach
all I know is that the sand is connected
people fight over typos

16 July 2014

golden touch

whatever I touch is turning into gold
I am not Midas, nor was I blessed
Thank God, I am still in flesh and blood

From the line

From the line

I have come from the line,

To avouch a perplexing sight!

Who asked you to bloom here!

In such a dreggy sump,

With such perfection! 
With fronds so paradisaical,

Shoots so frangible,

You’d gain the hair of a queen,

Grace the feet of a fetish;

But

You choose to flourish

Somewhere in a cesspool,

And blazon the flow!

You will be overwhelmed

In no time, I know you know;

Or

Were you waiting for this moment?

Of breeding,

Of a witness

Who catches the ken…

From an emergent line!

12 July 2014

Players

Players

Players.

Day and night,

Writing stories,

No matter what.

Are on the stage,

Masked

In flesh and blood.

Time comes and goes

In the space,

From where nothing can

Be stolen.

Still,

Players re-write.

Tales

Of retention lost,

Of titles found,

Day and night,

No matter what.

11 July 2014

Welcoming seat

Welcoming seat

You are by my side,

Moon candles the dreamy night,

The river flows beside us;

You have nestled inside me,

Your cave, as you call it.

I can see your hidden eyes;

Peeking through the black luminous fall,

You are singing my favourite song

Just above my heart

My chin rests on your head.

There the flowers with their redolence,

Trees with their unsought shades,

The river with its freewilled breeze,

The nature caresses my essence,

Our audience,

You stop.

Have you forgotten the tune, or the words?

Nothing!

The river flows beside us,

Curtain falls on the moon,

Will come back to adorn

This welcoming seat!

09 July 2014

Exposed

Exposed

Blood is shooting out!!!

Like poems suddenly exposed to shame!!!

The red streams were happy inside,

Are now out in rage!!!

Who dares!!!

Who dares!!!

The Sun fell off the horizon hole,

The moon draped behind the clouds,

Drops of hopes blackened the ground!!!

They hung through a body inert unmoved!!!

09 July 2014

Good morning

Good morning

Good morning, says the ball of clouds

In the sky,

Ready to play with my

Gloomy groggy self;

It knows I am not ready,

Doesn’t ask, no judgements,

It goes with the other living creatures

Chirp, chirp, mew, mew, bhow, bhow

They start playing on the field…

The wind blows the whistle

Everyone’s at the centre,

Running forward and backward

Everyone’s a stopper

Throwing in and out

The white ball…

In a while

The cloud falls

Everyone drenched,

Shouts, Goal, goal, goal!

I decide to play tomorrow,

Catch the moment

When the ball re-appears and invites

Me with a good morning!

09 July 2014

Centre

Centre

At the centre…

The elements are held

Tight stable

So muscles of the mind roam free.

In this freedom, the wits have

Come far, far away from the mean…

Intelligence flies, beholds

Debris of lies,

Turns the meaningful into meaningless,

The stable into fragile,

The depth into shallow…

But the kite has not forgotten still

To screech the name,

In the midst of a craquement;

It suddenly feels to upend,

Au secours!

It squeals,

But alas, it uses acuity.

                                                                       

No exit from freedom,

The so-called found-in-the-lexicon

Liberty, out of sync

With the centre…

09 July 2014

Little drops

Little drops

Little drops have disappeared in the silvery light,

The moon has washed them dry.

They were formed with tales of times,

Little fingers have turned old.

Not able to jog with the nib on pages,

The pencil that would turn unsurely making faces,

Turned into a tree with stories hanging in branches

With nests of fruits that sleep and wake up

With the stars;

Forgotten appearances now hiding brown inside,

The albums arranged in order,

And yet the mind sees through the time,

When the light enters into those corpses

Through the garden, and touches the space,

It is ready again to reel down those delightful drops of moments.

01 July 2014

Storm

Storm

It has come again to plunder,

To clear away the dust of time;

It trespasses without prosecution,

Steals everything that hides like a crime;

A yearly tourist blinded by emotion,

I treasure my mind,

My thoughts,

How safe I think are they,

I chain them now with the storm,

For that’s the safest way.

01 July 2014