You in I

You in I

You got me an elephant when I wanted a horse.
You took me to Paris when I was to be in Corse.

You drew me a picture I never wanted to see,

You left me in those chains when I wanted to be free!

I wanted a dip, so dear and clear, you never gave it to me,

The swimming game is sailing away in the ocean of sea.

When peace is what I want in here, why do you show me war?

Is it true I hid from you my treasured little scar?

Who is you and who is I O heavens tell me please,

All I want is be with you in a friendly ease!

The gap is there perhaps to show that listen has gone away,

When you and I are in the noise the silence how would stay!

Garbage of war in everywhere there’s poison in the air.

The horse gallops in land of Corse with sounds of peace so rare.

06 September 2014

Inviting metanoia

Inviting metanoia

Disgusted with the world;

What intelligence cannot turn the salty water sweet?

The liquid crisis will melt at ease.

Agonies of salt occupy the disbelief of sweetness.

No, say those prophets, please do not respect us

And keep us grounded in those walls,

Worship and chain those you replicate and emulate.

Wars will in to time cease.

Weapons scared of betraying bitterness.

Ah! How horrible those excess of food fed in the oceans,

Our guts do not put them into the mouths starving.

Hungers will freeze.

Poverty insists on feeding pockets of darkness.

I wish I had a lab where I’d invent air, water, light,

A meaningful machine that’d turn war into peace;

Would I be called intelligent if I didn’t enter into a fight?

Would the world cure with a whole lot of bliss!

06 September 2014

Note: Metanoia means a change in our mental model – a shift in the way we think

Holiday of lies

Holiday of lies

We walk on the ground that is flat,

And take sides in pairs,

With holy unholy hat;

See the sun set on the horizon,

The moon rise,

And the visible blue sky up there!

Everything we see and hear!

The truth escapes and denies!

O what a holiday of lies!

01 September 2014

A tableau in the making

A tableau in the making

Look at my palm,

Solid as a rock,

Your softness placed over it,

My world; you are leaning on my fingers.

The parts of your back stuck in between them,

You turn right and look down at me. Smiling, no stress;

As if you a feather I’d need soon to pen or fly!

But genuflecting, you turn around and look at me,

Now holding my fingers as your new-found window…

I ask you your eyes, those unmistakably yours,

What is it that you don’t believe!

Your lightness or my strength!

Watch me write now,

On what! You wonder.

About you or me! Pause.

I could be writing about us!

01 September 2014

If I knew the line

If I knew the line

Oftentimes,

I wonder

About the honey and the sting;

A humming sound on the pages of time,

It goes, and comes back without a clock,

Measured and balanced.

From where does the need come?

A tune with blanks in space

If I knew the line

I wouldn't fumble!

31 August 2014

When my shoulder is heavy

When my shoulder is heavy

I am under the words today.

Just like the other day.

When I didn’t figure,

I was investing my future in it.

They come to bruise,

My muscles and my arms,

I realize I wasn’t prepared for it

Like I won’t in the days to come

When my shoulder is heavy

They show up like these just like that

31 August 2014

The guardian angel

The guardian angel

I am the rainbow,

Standing as a border in between

The rain and the sun,

Asking them to stop the fight!

To clear their minds from the powerless thought,

Of how violent can they get with their flood and their drought!

As their child, I am here to tell the kids,

Of how they have energized and enlightened the world,

With their obscene opulence that only infinity can measure

In its brooks and meadows and in most everywhere,

As unmatched sources that have helped the world perfect,

That unnoticed leaf without care.

As a synergy I stand in between them

Their emergent property,

A colourful reminder,

I tell my parents not to be delinquents.

There! One power descends willingly from the seat,

For the other to recover from the moment of defeat!

I am the rainbow,

Standing as a border in between

The rain and the sun,

Asking them to stop the fight!

Hunch

Hunch

My thought was tapping on the floor

It appeared to dance until I came close

I heard the knock,

With the pattern of the sound, measured with times

In silence, I figured what it was trying to say;

That I let it be on the ground!

But I have a history on my back,

Like a sticking have-a-sac,

At this, the sound changed its rhythm

So did the gaps…

I stretched my arms, my face, to the sky

I saw in it, the same scars blinking at me,

My thought still a fallen leaf,

On the ground, moving with them…

The bag now a part of the moment,

To be delivered, it needs to be severed,

All of a sudden the sound stopped

I tried to take a jump,

Gosh! I am with the hunch.

27 August 2014

In love

In love

When it was dark,

Crickets were playing with the fireflies,

Birds nestled in the trees,

Silver rivulets were flowing through the black meadows,

Floating a hello, a big one, a hello, to my arteries and veins;
A wind inside took birth and gushed out
Through my mouth, extending my lips to my ears,
And stayed in that obstinate state...

Amidst all of those silent movements light and sound,

I fell in love!

The known moon seemed new to me.

In the stars I never saw,

In the spread of flowers that never appeared so visible,

My hands are confused

Between choices of a ring or a pendant,

With jewels that are hanging up,

With the fragrance that is spreading around,

Which one to pick for what!

I am waiting for her to wake up to a new light,

For now, let me slip into a new dream.

27 August 2014 

the zone

the zone

Dark smoke has covered the surface,
Lust is lurking up and down.
The plane, nowhere to go
Is moaning in agony.
What kind of a violation is this!
A nomad, whose heat is burning like a furnace,
The floor is chained in space while the black bird
Is flying all over it,
Sticking and licking like a worm accused of action.
Series of cupid dark pride has taken over the muddy den,
Gone inside, deep, and spread all over the place!
The germ, a resident now has befriended the expanse
With its spell;
Some blades of grass, still remind the captured zone,
Of what and how it was!

25 August 2014