Changing images

Changing images

Zeus has forgiven Sisyphus

For divulging his secret,

For being deceitful,

For killing travellers,

And for many more sins,

His spirit now free;

Today’s Polygnotus is busy giving

The king a rest and the forever falling rock

A stable look.

Thus the world has become light…

The Thinker of Rodin

Is giving a flying kiss to the world

Not pensive any more;

Out of Louvre

La Jaconde of Vinci

Is laughing ha ha ha

Beyond apprehension and doubt

Her crowns shining bright;

And O the tired Hercules

Shouldering responsibility for so long

Has brought the world to his heart

His head resting on it

Hugging huge for good.

Leap

Leap

In light, the world divides,

Into values, norms, beliefs,

Blind system of words;

If you may permit –

Am out delighted to be in the dark

Re-positioned from pious to peace
In here words neither hit nor hurt

Endarkend with bliss

From end to end

mismatch

Competing poets

Poor industrialists

Are in peaceful war

some triplets

End devours

Table laid with values

Saliva begins

Black and white

On crossroads stop and go

Unwritten looks

Queue cumbersome..

Waiting to be digested

Grinding sounds of thoughts

Words sing litter

Sound look different

Penned reams of paper

Grandma’s pickles

Sunning on the terrace

Eyes water the tongue

Old homes in towns

Full only with parents

Children come in time

Crow craps on a head

With knots of thoughts now cleared
Handkerchief doctors

Party going on

Songs chandeliers switch off
Happy New Year

On deadline weak steps

Safety and security
Painter paints to sell

Sun in the morn

Poach on the hot table
Give a slight kick-start

a storm

a storm

A storm

Leaves are falling

Tools norms values noise

Like the wind from one end

To the other

I fleeting from me

As the receiver giver

The mind precipitates

In silence

A choice reaches out

To adorn the tree

Mr. Professor

Mr. Professor

If you are not a novice Mr. Professor

You must be an amateur.

Your words tremble for judgement,

Posed in essence to collect approval,
Signs of a doubtful beginner: an unsure debutant.
When you teach in between Heidegger and Sartre,
Try to narrate the angst and agonies
Of players from your chosen books,
There goes Oliver on the street squeezed between words,
Faking his limp to earn his lunch; hope a cake for him,
When Lucky talks gibberish,
There go the same-name leaders,
Nominated by the famously faceless us
To bring in halfwits as fillers;
But Mr. Professor these are those on whose shoulders
Writers rest: this for itself and in itself I wonder if you know.

For as long as you mind your Ps and Qs

For praises and classy awards,
For as long as you talk from the wrong side
Of the window, with words that confuse between a twilight
And a rainbow,
Mr. Professor
For as long as you picture the poverty of the characters
Of your novels, where words bled beyond words,
You wouldn’t have a clue that despite feigning as an expert,
A savant, with all appreciations notwithstanding,
Why the lines sing as a refrain before the cracking mirror.

If you are not a novice Mr. Professor

You must be an amateur.

Atmosphere

Atmosphere

Shades,
If it weren’t, would fall like the fruit;
From the tree, in the unready hands
Of the beholder and whisper its smell
In the untrained holes…say something
Appeared as meaning in the unprepared ears;
As a child in its orbit, matures.
 
Layers,
If it weren’t, would splash like foams;
After a roar, into the deaf sands
With meanings inside its folds
Hugging the unsuspecting land… moment by moment
With the same degree of opaqueness and secrecy;
As a child bit by bit, turns old.
 
Shadows,
If it weren’t, would whisper like flash;
Without a pause, into the mirror
That neither sees nor shows until it is close
The world becomes… ready trained prepared
Listens to emotions of atmosphere;
Roaring whispering lying, clear inside. 

Push and move

Push and move

I just pushed you to know,
If you could be ready
It was just another night,
When I woke up because 
The fan stopped moving.
It felt time had also stopped…
There were nights when you’d cuddle unto me,
Post the pushes that were so frequent night after night,
Everything on bed seemed to be more than right,
We’d wake up completely exhausted
The heated pot of water would have tea mixed with sugar
For us to sip in the middle of the night
Words would be soft to let the kids sleep
In the room with stars and the moon,
We’d then steal our way to the balcony
Smoke our dearest cigarette so injurious 
To health! Whisper willing words for you to say
Ah no not again!!
What now would I do the children are there
In the same room asleep just the same
When in this worried helpless room I realized
I just moved a body cold and still.
The fan began rolling again and I get a slap
You push me to ask why such a deep nap.
 
In here facts adjust in search of a dream
With words unwilling to shout and scream.

Plus d'images

Plus d'images

Plus d’images de soi-même…
Débordé dans l‘ordre sans thème
Le miroir, déchiré du temps…
Vole d’autres ombres pourtant,
Il essaye de se voler sans les bras
Le ciel se voit clair, avec des nuages ici et là.
 
English translation


No   more images

No
More images of self…
Overflown in the order without theme
The mirror, damaged by time…
Steals other shadows yet,
It tries to fly without arms
The sky is clear, with clouds here and there.

The game is on

The game is on

End of a game is not an end

In a while would begin again
With rules just the same
Players and fans will roll on and on
Day ends at night to begin with the dawn.

True or false

True or false

Gluttony and Pride,

The two spoilsports
In the ballgame;
Jealousy and Anger,
Look for excuses;
Hatred and fear,
Towards self
Manifest;
Eyes of judgement,
Judging their own,
Violent is the victim in need of care
Not victims of the violent.

If a tree were violent
It would choke us all,
If a mountain were violent
On us it would fall,
If an ocean were violent
It would drown us all.
If a fence were violent
Throw us it would
Without remorse or repent.

A promised cycle ride

A promised cycle ride

I took her off from the car,

There was a cycle waiting for us,

She wouldn’t ride on it, no fuss…

Until I told her we wouldn’t go much far.

There was this meadow lush green,

Wearing a necklace of a street,

Soft Sun I cycled for once outside the gym,

With both of us there out for a treat.

She touched my cheek I know she didn’t want,

Bubbles in my heart dancing taking vault,

My one track mind tippled to the touch of my mate,

This went on and on without any halt.

Crrring! Crrring! At times I blew the bell,

She giggled like a baby I enjoyed it like hell,

I wondered why do people move inside a car?

With closeness such as this a cycle is a star!

My arms were strong enough for her to take rest,

We gazed at the birds flying in and out of their nest,
At times we stopped to drink coconut water,

I cycled all along for more than an hour.

She leaned on me with her eyes closed inside my chest,

Her hair in the air was flying at its best,

I swear to me it felt as though,

We were in an outstanding hammock of a moving meadow!

There the journey ended we were in front of our car,

She was looking at it as if it wasn’t now so fair,

She wouldn’t get in until I promised we’ll be back,

Cycle ride's all fun in cities we often lack!

Lizard crawls the wall

Lizard crawls the wall 

Staircase takes steps of workers

Ladder lies beside

Battle on table

Battle on table
Fair unfair words exchange
Looking for a chair

Calendar changes

Calendar changes
A child is building sand house
Waves come and waves go 

The dog and the man

Your move says the man
The dog sees the game and barks
No it is your turn

birth

It was dark it felt 

Safe to make love in the womb
Children born afresh.

Debate

Debate storms the room

Honesty integrity

Cattles graze outside

After twenty years

After twenty years

A child is released from there

Kitchen smells so nice

Ode to darkness

Ode to darkness

Oh light! It’s the endemic light again!
Differences of all kinds surface…
A 4.667 is so visibly different from a 4.338 and a 4.886,
A brown not like the black not like the white;
We the alphanumeric peoples, who dress and eat alike unlike,
Exposed to the Sunlight,
With our brains and bloods,
Are delighted to shout!
We so vividly mismatch with us,
Inequality hisses in the veins to spread it over and over again:
A mountain, a hill, a hillock, a cow, a pig, a bullock,
A shrub, can never be a tree,
So many of us have so much to show and see.
 
O darkness! Cover the world with clarity.
With you, a meadow and the sea,
A fly, a bird, a bee, cities, towns, countries,
All there like the look alike:
The soft peoples, making love now,
Fatigued with enlightenment were so hard in your absence!
When you are there dear no one can fight,
O scientist! Invent a switch,
To blacken, the day,
So I can switch darkness on;
When we fight till night from the dawn,
When differences cannot stay…
When words written here too wither away!

Les mains douces

Les mains douces

Les mains douces
Voyagent dans un corps
Immobil toute à l’heure,

Les mains douces
Travaillent pour gagner la vie
Inutiles dures,

Les mains douces 
Disent, elles auraient dû faire ceci plutôt que cela
Regarde! Mouillées, elles disent Adieu voilà,

Les mains douces
Creusent la tombe
La personne vient de les enlever.

English translation

Soft hands

Soft hands 
Travel in a body 
Still just now, 

Soft hands 
Work to earn a living 
Useless hard, 

Soft hands 
Say, they should have done this instead of that 
Look! Wet, they say bye here, 

Soft hands 
Dig the grave 
The person has just come to take them away.

I am but a word and so are you

I am but a word and so are you

I am but a word and so are you;
We, us and others a few,
Build a world with Piper's fate,
All able to push inside the gate.

I am but a word and so are you;
Refresh us in the old anew,
Bring the bard in ignored court,
Sing and play with all the note.

I am but a word and so are you;
Simple, clever, false or true,
Word is just another word,
In and out in the moving world.

I am but a word and so are you;
Shy and bitten in black and blue,
Times to anger now let us smile,
Lost and found our inner style.

I am but a word and so are you;
Let the Piper paint once again,
A picture of words we thought we knew,
Without a doubt with no bargain.

Il y a plein de possibilités

Il y a plein de possibilités

Il y a plein de possibilités tout autour,
Pourtant je suis aveuglé de jour en jour,
Celle de ramasser des biens
Du monde triché
Je cherche toujours l’amour…
Dans cette balle, troublée par guerre,
Dans la vie dès la montagne jusqu'à la mer,
La possibilité m’échappe tout à fait,
Où que je sois, je ne trouve pas la paix!


English translation

There are plenty of opportunities

There are plenty of opportunities all around,
Yet I am blinded by the day,
The one that collects goods
From the world cheated
I always look for love ...
In this ball troubled by war,
In life from the mountain to the sea,
The possibility escapes me entirely,
Wherever I am, I can not find peace!

Hanging thoughts

Hanging thoughts

Hanging thoughts in the lying space,
Words crafted depict utility futility;
Mind marries merrily myriad moments,
Connects collects corrects curious choices;
Diagonal lines divorced from either side,
Pierce the peppy heart inside outside.
 
Thoughts that thread the right and wrong,
Raving craving rhyming strong;
Lightly lure laughing loving voices,
Take a tragic or magic leap to insanity;
Needle lightly in time more or less,
Leave a willing link of lace.

Sex for heaven's sake's not a bad word

In front of all the pious men women,

Elite, polite, polished, accomplished,

Don't know to establish with logical acumen

I have this truant of a naughty mind,

That’s perhaps so nasty, unkind,

Arrogant maybe with an irreverent tongue,

Sing the word that’s by design unsung,

Out in the weather rigid and cold,

Say the taboo word proud and bold.

It is the word, for which we live and die,

Yet in public to express we deny,

physically or mentally we're constantly in the game,

Without any guilt, without the slightest shame,

Screech it out without a bit of a halt,

It’s no crime and no one’s fault,

Use the word with your flesh and blood,

Sex for heaven’s sake’s not a bad word.

In search of the first kiss

In search of the first kiss

I took a bend in an unknown stretch, 
It went into a farmhouse with haystacks all around, 
Could this be here I got my first kiss from a pair of lips, 
So juicy so intent so warm and content! 
  
Ah! I am sure it is in this farmhouse 
Could I ask the owner if they knew where it was? 
  
I went looking for it and almost ran to insanity, 
People in my town say I am seventy, 
These years for me passed in less than seven minutes, 
Here I am off my heaven running in search of the missing kiss! 
  
Ah! I am sure it is in this farmhouse 
Could I ask the owner if they knew where it was? 
  
The kiss was so light so deep and complete inside, 
It must be hanging in a tree by the side, 
If I shook those haystacks maybe I could find, 
The kiss I never forgot was so true and kind! 
  
Ah! I am sure it is in this farmhouse 
Could I ask the owner if they knew where it was? 
  
Move on, don’t hold on to you past, 
What weird things they say, 
I keep looking for as long it can last, 
Until I get it back from my first kissing day! 

Revisiting some nursery rhymes

This is a very modest attempt to change some nursery rhymes which appear unnecessarily cruel. I am sorry to use the word 'cruel' and I would be deeply sorry if it hurts anybody because we have all grown up with them enjoying these rhymes. I have not written the original one as these rhymes are known to everybody.


John and Jane 
Yes papa! 
Eating sugar? 
No papa! 
Have these apples
Yes papa! 
Love you children
Ha! ha! ha! 
  
[I wonder if there's any need to teach children how to lie [being smart] to their parents and get away] 
  
Humpty dumpty sat on a chair, 
Humpty dumpty sang with love and care. 
All the king's forces all the king's men, 
Sang along with him over and over again!! 
  
[Why should children laugh at the fall of Humpty dumpty and at the fact that he couldn't be put together again…is this not violence!] 
  
Jack and Jill went up the hill 
To fetch a pail of water, 
Jack came down when he was done 
And Jill came dancing after. 
  
With them they bring a bird that sings, 
It fell off from a tree, 
They cared for it to cure its wings, 
Until it flew, was free. 

[Children are taught to laugh at other’s miseries…how long can we go on laughing at Jack breaking his crown... if only we could help children learn empathy]. 

While I respect the popularity of these rhymes, I have questions on their relevance in times where there is no dearth of torture. Children are disproportionately exposed to a lot of violence and chicaneries. I feel it is necessary to re-tell these otherwise beautiful nursery rhymes in a constructive way. This is just a modest step. 

Relax, it's about animals

Relax, it's about animals

Tiger and Leopard stare at each other 
Speak with their eyes 
Who is this foreigner? 
I am more powerful you better not be near 
  
There’s no foreigner no one’s overthrown 
The world is but a steady rolling stone 
  
Rabbit and Sheep look at each other 
Speak with their teeth 
Who is this stranger? 
I am more tender than you my dear 
  
There’s no stranger no one’s overthrown 
The world is but a steady rolling stone 
  
Lion and Bull throw a glance 
Speak with their brains 
Who is this outsider? 
I am more intellectual than you think you are 
  
There’s no outsider no one’s overthrown 
The world is but a steady rolling stone 
  
Dove and Pigeon with a flying touch 
Speak with their wings 
Who is this intruder? 
I am more peaceful than you could ever care 
  
There’s no intruder no one’s overthrown 
The world is but a steady rolling stone 
  
Cuckoo and Lark up in the sky 
Speak through their beaks 
Who is this invader? 
I am more musical than you could ever hear 
  
There’s no invader no one’s overthrown 
The world is but a steady rolling stone 

Popping up

Popping up

When I am going to work
Why don't I see you
Spread all around
When I am at work
Why don't I listen to you
Trying to whisper all over my ears
When I return I don't feel you
You are still missed why is this

When I fight with people around
Bleed and kill, snatch and deceive
Cheat and skirmish
You are there I know
Popping up and down
In and out of me
Yet I don't listen to see you

To the blind your gifted eyes are in the dark
In a moment comes that little sight
And goes
Don't keep me under the blanket
Open it for me, us
So we could listen, feel and see in the blank

A leaf that dropped

A leaf that dropped

A leaf dropped before me…

Full of scribbles I did not understand;

The language, the letters were different,

I sat by the lake and held it for long…

It was yellowed by time I tried to smell;

Who could the writer be I wondered!

Where did the leaf come from,

I saw afar a jhalmuriwala and thought it might

Have been jhalmuri he sold on;

I smelt again but there as no trace or any morsel left

Of food in it…but there were thoughts

That ran in lines from one side to the other.

It seemed old yet words were trembling,

The ink was blue that melted roughly in between

Like raindrops.

Out of mind

Out of mind

I must be out of my mind,
To think that to me I was so unkind,
Looks borrowed from the outer world,
Have mirrored and judged with bruising words.

I must be out of my mind,
To know that I could never find,
The heart that lies and taps within,
Was there with me through thick and thin.

I have to tell my friends the same,
Let them pass through fame or shame,
To take some time to pause re-wind,
To talk befriend their winsome mind.

Challenge

There is challenge
To take the l l e out
That's what it's about

The first line

First line comes as is
Rest try to arrive to be
Struggling butterflies 

similar

similar

I am sad not happy 
Saying thus, 
I hold the entire world 
In my hand. 

Sadness is a common gene 
We have in our veins, 
What an omnipresent morphine 
That spreads from our brains. 

Irrelevant

Irrelevant

Pelting a stone

Melts into a river...

Flowers showered on a stone

Fall without shiver...

A little shift in sound

For the notes to sing!

Sense floats above beneath around

Until with its wing

It searches for a ground.

It's about irrelevance... like throwing a stone in water in order to hurt..

In sanity

In sanity

If a part is part of something, 
It is also apart from it… 
It moves so slowly bit by bit 
Until the part takes everything. 
  
If nothing’s something of anything, 
It makes it all so credible... 
Perfect sense turns positive when 
Nothing is possible. 

A silly note

A silly note

Loving the loved,
What so big a deal;
Liking those alike,
Not a great skill.

Loving the troubled,
To help them heal;
Liking the unlike,
To uncap the seal.

Easy to make borders,
Of crazy good and bad;
Those who give orders,
Are worried and sad.

The poem i know's blunt,
With childish old rhyme;
What a silly grunt,
From an outdated myme.

adultery without punctuation

adultery without punctuation

our eyes met 
not a word exchanged of what we fully meant 
our spouses asleep as it were, silent 
we drew each other as off we went 

what a shameful act yet how wonderfully built 
we're doomed to stay in the awful guilt 
we are such monsters we are such a cheat 
it is also a couple defeat