Monday, February 6, 2017

Voleur

It’s heat.
Water standing with its fired up feat,
It’s far from warm
Harmless waves eager to charm.

Sky looks empty
Without clouds
For nothing, woos the water bodies
Loud thunder.

Sudden hollowness
Of the sky and the earth
Freezes the wind, silence
Breaks in the heart.

A writer was trying to write;
That which is already written
Painter trying to paint,
The painted.

In the middle of black and white
Of the vast blues,
The stealing of clouds and waters
Appears and withers, continues.

Friday, February 3, 2017

dead bird

dead bird's blood
red carpet

Noisy



Feathers reign
Their beauty, strength
Unsightliness
Gives wings,
Alongside polish and elegance
fluttering deafens
Flesh bedazzles.

Organs, nearly all
Create an invincible wall,
The dysfunctional innocence
With ignorance, arrogance
Enjoys and celebrates
Noise in silence.

Cleanliness continues
Ceaseless
Garden of words
Beautiful letters
Aesthetic expressions
Charm comforts
Senses out of the hide
In broad daylight
Still, moving lives suicide
Humming weapons inside
Feathers fall as feathers
From outside to outside.

Clean or muddy
Weak or sturdy
Feathers are feathers
Farther from the flyer
Nesting at ease
In hearts that buzz
Beyond letters and words
Spotless, clear
Silence that speaks.

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Blindness


I was driving at sixty-five
Going for a picnic, with family;
Old Hindi songs,
Homemade sandwiches, drinks
Affectionate, caring words
Floating around
Dancing inside out
Laughing, giggling,
The air, so embracing.

I saw another family driving
The car I wanted to buy
Brushed past,
Anger painted my face
With sharp eyes, I was engaged in the race,
Hopping to hundred and twenty;
Leaving my family, happiness
Importing unwanted stress
Racing and racing.

Neighbors of the world
You are out on a picnic journey;
Songs, foods, warm words
Ignored on the way,
Thoughts to beat, compete, and overtake
Your comfort so rich, fleeting away
Putting innocent lives at stake
Chasing poor thoughts of agony
Driving and driving.