Coo

Coo

House abandoned

Pigeons swing in cobwebs

Promoters coo

From the centre to the border

From the centre to the border

From the centre to the border,

That is all there is, that is all there is

Journey of my universe into it, against it

Learning, singing a tune,

Ni ni pa pa ra pa pa !

From the centre to the border,

That is all there is, that is all there is

Dialogues of thoughts that paint, sketch, write, scratch

Leaning, clinging onto a tune,

Zu zu ta ta ra pa pa!

From the centre to the border,

There is a quiet that governs, rules

Never ever, never ever comes face to face,

O what grace, what a grace!

Loves, and only loves in my universe,

That is all there is, that is all there is

Loving, humming a tune

Pa pa ra pa pa pa pa !

31 October 2014

power

on one side is power
everything is fair

Within unending horror, flyers return

Within unending horror, flyers return

Written words on sand

Look like hollow faces

Howling at the sky and

Seep through the ages.

Butterflies drawn out from the garden

Are onto the ocean,

Their little fragile wings

Battling with the winds;

Dots turn into dots…

Histories are scribbled,

Covered by the froth,

Range of killing travels in the air

With engagements that disease the flyers;

Naïve world, with knives in their eyes,

Saw in their ears,

Takes the inks from the rains,

And laments on the beach

It is writing, and writing.

Different stories in the same way

Pretend to end for good on the shore,

But flyers do not return as insects.

31 October 2014

Endless

Endless

The moon is not able to control

Its own overflowing light,

In shame or delight, it hides behind

A vagabond cloud

From inside, it sees its light!

Down there,

Travellers move from place to place.

The journey rejuvenates the luminous energy,

Overpowers the source,

From where it came;

They reach a point, not an end,

That becomes the course.


The endlessness is a discovery in itself

24 October 2014

Connection

Connection

Feelings matter, as the basis of connect

Else warm words can be cold, disconnect

Elements

Elements

Anger has no range

Yet they are anagrams, strange!

Foolhardy

Foolhardy

PowerPoint presentation has neither power nor any point

Only bullets with skill that kill the powerful mind

The immeasurable

The immeasurable

A mango, an apple; both are sweet, says the tongue

The difference cannot be written in words

Still movement

Still movement

Light comes from darkness, sound from silence

The movement is in the illusion of the organs

Origin

Origin

Coal and diamond have the same womb

Children with different looks and worth

BON VOYAGE...WUNDERLUST WITH A METANOIA

http://www.telegraphindia.com/1141022/jsp/calcutta/story_18951661.jsp

Hi everyone,

Read the story and see for yourself what these two travellers are trying to prove to the big bad world! That it isn't so bad after all!!! These travellers have set out to go around the world in 80 days, of which they have completed half their journey!! 

And where is the money coming from?! From human kindness!! As you read, wish them so they can complete the journey they have set out for!!

Happy reading!

Just you wait

Just you wait

Just you wait!

Let the world bloom!

Just let it bloom!

You will see

How pathetic your poverty is!

Just a no match!

You will see

How irrelevant your losses are!

Your addictions of acquired grief

Would go frustrated shopping for it.

Just let the lands of every corner of my world reap!

It would cover you all with obscene wealth

Your graphs and your GDPs would go berserk

With numbers you could never calculate!

Just you wait!

Let the world bloom!

Just let it bloom!

22 October 2014

Rebirth

Rebirth

Persons, objects, situations; bad, hurtful

Poems are oozing out of them,

Like puss. Looking for healing attention,

In alphanumeric soulagements!

So! In the absence of referential communication,

Our world would come to a halt.

Nothing to talk ill about!

Our raison d’être, threatened.

The flower there...blooms...

In your poems, not in your thoughts;

O how horrid is this mask, how inert are these words

Lifeless, lifeless, a bonsai world,

Abandon them once and for all

Go up to the sky for sky’s sake

And screech ... the flower blooms in my thoughts!

There I flower blooms in my thought,

No matter how obnoxious or innocuous

Are its roots!

References cease, matters at ease,

An overlooked flower is reborn!

20 October 2014

Grief

Grief is an addiction

When you have withdrawal symptom, your mind

Runs and shops it for you

Sponsored table

All I need is a sponsored table,

No, it’s not what you think

I have restricted access to the first love

:-)

:-)

When languages are Latin and Greek,

A smile solves the riddle, like magic.

It’s not necessary to understand every word,

As long as we listen to the singing bird!

While graphs and figures belong to the geek,

A roar of laughter eases all the puzzle-trick.

I am happy I wrote this.

18 October 2014

Imperfection

Imperfection

True, some images are in the middle of a blue

Nothing might sell as a colourful bluff

But the shades of sadness lie in the moist canvas anew

Imperfection buys the right to laugh

17 October 2014

Perspective

Perspective

Crowded bus;

Heads, first turning towards the trapped sky,

In search of air,

Then turn towards the ground,

Beyond the reach of sweats,

Eyes take them to the cars.

A car owner, inside fresh cool air,

Thinks of the monthly instalment traps,

On his left, a hearse passes by,

A flowered body with crying relatives;

His eyes on the right see an ambulance

Carrying a dying patient,

He thinks of anyhow

Coming back to life,

For then he will change his world.

17 October 2014

Doctors and engineers of poetry

Doctors and engineers of poetry

Hey you doctors and engineers of a breed,
Write what you want that your heart has to read.
Amuse yourselves rogues with the cut-paste rules,
With doctrines little dull that stare like the fools.
Your rules are so fixed that they cannot even limp,
You are covered with self you hired little pimp.
Poetry is not this? It is never ever that?
You must be married to a sick and meek brat!

It is here right with us, they’re unequal and same,
They sing and they cry, with or without shame.
Feeling that’s shy, yet brave on the go,
That’s just a little hint, you pseudo intello.
In verses that run without and within,
They’d better make some sense for your borrowed little grin.
Your eyebrows would rise to discard the game!
For you’d want to rule, with your willy-nilly name!

Listen up you there, you knotty dotty dud,
Let us also stay in our cosy little thud,
You go ahead and rot where your sickness would fly,
Liars that we are, we’d seldom comply.
Go wherever you want, with your breasts and your chests,
Our lines are not marked, unlike you and the rest.
You protectors of poems, you’re here to stink and rust,
We’d write about the nothings, we'd lick the brownie dust.

Now look at this here, just look at what I’ve done!
A set of rules so dry we’d throw and overrun!

16 October 2014

Doha

State of work

Everyone is working, laughing, playing

Boss, not proud, but worried about the job

Voice

Whenever the energy bundle’s voice rings

It sounds like a child, always, why

Yes, you are right

God is angry, revengeful; up in his arms to see you unsuccessful

Oh! Let me drink my coffee! Please?

Success

We are successful. Wars belong to the museums now.

Borders are protected from by the neighbours.

Personal

I kiss my lady. Onlookers pelt stones.

I burn her to death. Onlookers smell a personal choice.

Doha [normally in Hindi and Urdu], is a couplet with 24 instants (Matras) [13+11]. The rules for distinguishing light and heavy syllables are different in Sanskrit; In the Doha [English] I am trying to write, more than the rules, the message is important; couplet form is the only rule followed here. This is because, I am not a man of strict rules, I like rules when they function as banks of a river to mobilise its flow, nothing more and nothing less. Anybody can come and join in the river of Doha!

Pardon-garden

Pardon-garden

In the zone of icy thoughts,

Gatecrashers trying to break the berg,

In the game, they are swallowed in

Like the quicksand.

Mediocre thoughts of reactions,

Dominate the insipid mind.

Through the ages,

Blindness looks at the white shivering mirror,

How horrid that the word comes from the pen,

Forgiveness!

But yes, it is also forgiven,

You are a thirteen-year old,

Playing the role of a hero,

Without your muscles of sadness;

Flowers and fruits are hatching in the space,

Birds and bees are preparing to play,

Audience is horrified to see you kiss

A lady’s fun-balls,

So inappropriately out of place.

But like the spectators,

Swallow the word,

And the frozen waters, as you break open the gate.

You will also find your way

Into the overwhelming pardon-garden!

14 October 2014

sky

sky

I must have a place.

Somewhere!

For here, I have lost the sky.

Doors shut.

Windows closed.

I am not looking for light.

The indomitable, unstoppable

Light

Effortlessly pierces through the holes,

Like water

I stop my breath.

Yet through other holes life enters.

In these little streaks of leftovers,

Water that I cannot see, but hear

Moon is dead, Sun dying

Air floating,

Light is not enough to form my shadow.

I had a table where I read and wrote,

It has gone into the woods.

I am in a room, with no ceiling

Without a floor, with colourless air

That I figure as my sky.

13 October 2014

Oh mouse!

                                                                    Oh mouse!

Mouse stopped working.

Cursor is playing hide and seek

Sad-happy thoughts roaring away

In this game, the world stops.

Page has a blank look.
08 October 2014

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