I am his pet

I am his pet

Come! Bring the leash, quick!

Handle it properly I am taking you out!

Sorry? Who’s taking whom!

That’s for the world to know, huh?

I really pity you,

With all the running around,

You have to do!

Look! You told me not to pee here!

You will scream now, there you go!!!

Simba! Simba! Not here! You!

Please don’t embarrass me!

And then

To creatures like you,

Sorry! Extremely sorry for this!

Of all the fun I have, this I never miss!

To you I have nothing to say,

With our foreheads kissing, you’d say!

And then, to the muck, to the drains

So much work to do, can’t you see!!

Dust waiting to be kicked,

All other poop talking to me, staring to be licked,

No Simba! No, don’t, this I told you not to do

Oho ho, you think I have this tongue only for you?

One hour!! Just for one hour let me be free

My tongues are tired of chapatti and pedigree

I litter, you clean the dirt

You wait patiently when with friends I flirt

I poop, you flush

From you, I have a lovely wash

I puke, on the couch, in the bed, and you clean

I growl at you, bite you, but you say nothing?

You never take me to a show to win a prize for fun

You know I’d fail for I limp when I run!
You couldn't train me for nuts I know that hey!

With me you’d do nothing other than run and play!

Are you consoling me because in life I always fail?

You don’t give a damn; huh you lick and wag your tail!

‘Why do you not judge, love me no matter what,

There’s no one like you’ here I borrow your words.

Now enough of brooding get up and start your day

I’d wait for you my pet, until you come and play!

Sit baitho

Sit baitho

Sit close quench your thirst
Baitho paas bujhhao apni pyaas
Consciousness changes you, your habits inert
Chetana badalti tumko, jadta ki ore aadaton ka prayaas

An experimental poem.

07 October2014

Between Vagueness and Precision

Between Vagueness and Precision

Vagueness

Vagueness! Come, come unto me!
For I differ loud and clear in what I hear and see!

Oh Intelligence

You have gone to the Stars, you sure need a clap!
Your Intelligence doesn't see the silent Power trap!
This world needs you most, your wit and acumen, 
Hundreds of crises for its men and women!

The giving

High-rise says to sunrise, you have to have some sense,
You need to shine more to those who deserve the most,
Sunrise says to High-rise, no harm, no offence,
Giving are those stars that do not judge and boast.

Respect

This year again, you paid respect to me.

I saw you through your pride that kept me way too far.

I am just as you, can’t you at all see?

Drop your pride in days, you’ll be my star!

Work like me in you, till the year that comes in next,

Through action and your deed, I need your love, respect.

Disrespect

This year again, you burnt me down as sin,

For years you’re doing the same!

I wonder what you do in between!

That I re-appear in the flame?

Revolt

Revolt! I have lost interest in you.
With no anger, you bid me adieu!
Now I am new and strong. I never knew
I could heal the scars within, resting but a few!

Precision

Precision! Go, go away!

For I unite in the haze, in the roles I play

05 October 2014

Cracking craft

Cracking craft

It’s freezing with dryness.

I have disappeared into the pathos of hollowness.

The Trojan War, conceived in an innocuous show-horse?

How about the wood, to think for a change!

How about the craft that took the pain?

How about the nails that still hold the pieces!

And looking at this mediocrity,

You will perhaps have something to say!

Your words are hammered to limp in plastic gait.

You wooden showpiece,

Go back to the woods and take some breath,

Before you perish in the snowball game!

Yes I agree.

Everything needs to be understood.

02 October 2014

I have something to say

I have something to say

Days that have left long ago,

Come back as waves, and wet my feet.

Don’t leave us, is what I hear from them,

I have a cave of thoughts,

On the beach;

I throw them onto the sea,

Off and on;

They come back with the same tune,

As habits of moments,

Pleading and lamenting,

I see them as sands.

They were rocks of the yore.

I get onto my boat.

Wear the mask to breathe and take a deep dive,

The rock starts dropping down and down…

I am deep inside,

Hear no noise now…

Fellow creatures floating;

Deeper I dive

Farther I move from the noisy surface.

There is silence

Absolute, immeasurable in time and days

I have come to the bed now…

And in this liquid stability,

I see me settling down…

I see my home, like my mom’s womb,

From where I came when the waters broke,
Though I wonder on the need,

Moments pass, in floating admiration.

Time to return now, like the waves on the shore

I move up, and up, and up

I get onto the boat and see the land afar.

I have something to say to those pleading days,

I take off my mask to breathe again.

25 September 2014

Click

Click

The picture hanging on the wall

Of my mind,

Click!
I first blink at the blank,

My image of the scene visits

The strange place, with familiar tastes!

Distance worms and coils close,

Like semi-cooked noodles,

Waiting to travel into that same reluctant mouth

For good,

Click!

It has just returned from work with me,

With its necessity without volition!

Out there, with the hanging fruit,
What can I do?

How far can the hunger carry?

The long nights in the middle of the days,
Everything seems known, mundane
In my overcooked brain.

Click!
Yet its eagerness survives.

When the sun enlightens or darkens the east,

The recipe has trained me to think of the west,
Impertinent,that with all these marinated materials,

My tongue is tuned for a fresh course.
Click!

I know it's there somewhere waiting
Gathered raw, seasoned and cooked.
Like you,

Discounting everything that is frozen dry in the frame,

I am waiting to listen once more,

And recognize the sound!

25 September 2014

Yellow sun in the blue

Yellow sun in the blue

Yellow sun in the blue sea
Green trees on the meadows,

Without images in the sky!
Are these good enough reasons?
For a text to begin!
Tune is locked up in the shelf…
Beautiful picture dates with the livid word,
Crazy colour falls on a blank face and flirts,
Both focused more or less on the alternative.

Someone, from perhaps a corner of a dais hears.
Something resembling a voice, or just gibberish

Heard,unclear, yet drumming some sense
A moaning that could have some meaning of pretense.

Who'll go in search for the magic to work?
For words to come to terms with the real avid self

Untouched, uncontaminated,

What could have been different?

In other words, sounds as windy, breezy, and vague

Nothing is the same.

Let it go back…

Yellow sun in the blue sky

Green trees on the meadows,

Nothing remains the same.

24 September 2014

Death of an artist

Eyes and ears busy
Writing scripts,
Stories of delusion
Taking the artist away from the creative space

There's this freshness of time,
In a splash 
No clue, none at all of the text
Peeking at times at the slightest pretext

The stage, placed inside
Lost in rattling dialogues,
Like old beginners, singing in pain,

With disengaged organs

FIR on fire

In my country, FIR is on fire

Words like guns shooting out with force

Hatred and anger in a tireless intercourse

Peace is stillborn, thrown in ire

A union

A union

Your hands, a hanging necklace,

Surround me

Your face a pendant;

You are raining smiles from the earth,

My sky now green, quenched, a tad thirsty still,

Your self has gone into mine,

We are drowned in us.

Horizon has given up on stretching…

A flower is blooming on the leaf,

A handful of fragrance, its only existence

A dollop of air, like a forest

Is playing in between!

My head and my hands

Now your garland!

Breaths outside,

Gliding a merry-go-round

Tickling the throats,

A wish bounces from us,

From the mountain of moments

That showers the blue

Until eternity!

Let the earth sleep with the sky.

12 September 2014