Morning story

Morning story

A lady, old and wrinkled

Silently sips coffee from her cup,

She seems to be waiting for something…

What is it… her call?

Her lower lip touched the European dragon’s blurred head

Painted in gold, its serpentine tail still shining

Thanks to years of monitored washing.

The trembling hand places it on the table mat.

Eiffel tower!

Painstakingly cross-stitched to perfection that'd put Gustave to shame

With her needle eyes, at a time

She went on for the honeymoon with her mate,

Now hanging on the wall;

And the mat!

It lay on the gleaming table, expensively carved,

Connected with stories of trees, forests, fruits, birds and bees!

The newspaper comes with the calling bell,

Sailing from her servant’s folded hands to hers;

She smells, then smiles and opens it up!

Her morning story is complete with

The touch of a brewing coffee,
Adorned with sonorous sips!

09 December 2014

hands

hands

I wasn't prepared when you came,

You were with a handful of dreams.

Three or four small fish struggling to swim

Through the water in your hands!

I didn’t know they were from the ocean,

That those spec of salty waters

Could hold hand in hand the colourful creatures so real,

For hours and for days, without pain, remarks!

I vaguely remember asking you to throw

The fighters, from where they came,

Your remote eyes looked lost and strange,

You dried away with all of them.

Between a splash and a spec,

Lied eons of thoughts tongue-tied.

Dreamers in the guise of swimmers

Are marked in my hands once tried!

22 December 2014

Detachment as a leap

Detachment as a leap

I have never found it,

Open eyes and ears, filled

With blindness and deafness.

What a dead show in all earnest!

I shut all close.

Those doors and windows...

New lights blink, new sounds beep,

Never was I born so near the glows,

To found detachment as the only leap!

01 December 2014

clouds clap

clouds clap with breezy
leaves, frogs, sparrows, peacocks
in action

nature in meditation

nature -
in meditation
fighters drop their jaws

rainbow

Rainbow…

Blind eyes see
All seven colours

cloud and the sun

Cloud and the sun

Playing hide and seek

With children

Red sun in the sky

Red sun in the sky

Gleaming forehead
Couple smiles

Roses

Roses –

into a bouquet
thorns stay back

For dusty sparrows

For dusty sparrows

Clouds croak
Through wet winds