On the far side

On the far side

A book full of words authored by a person next door,

Wool plucked from a garden of sheep;

Eyes don’t see a pig as a horse,

Condemning a pipe as a pipe;

Glasshouses appear as stoned houses,

Gimmicks, puppets, mimes, jokers, a constellation

Pirouette outside the theatre without fracas,

Ghosts survive through the wintry weather

Doors shut with quilts, socks, and pullovers,

Never in the buff to catch cold.

some thoughts from left to right

some thoughts from left to right

War at peace

War is at peace

Stable sound vibrant alive

Rest are dead words

Sting

Sting of known instincts

Shadows unnerve look shady

Hat changes colours

Hungry people

Leaders meet and greet

Talks garnished with promised words

Hungry dinner waits

 
Perception

From a high-rise

People appear as dot-facts

Black stones from the blue

Pen's word

A sword writes a letter to the pen

I appear as weaker since when

The pen in turn promptly replies

Subject to condition always applies

Siesta

Afternoons alive in yellow slumber

Crows cry onomatopayas  shout at unwilling doors

Paaiper beeeek ssillacataouu hingsooorma

Clothes dry maids have mid-day rest

Playtime

Soundproof ears at work

Time to play war war

Finger on the lips

Zero balance howling in space

Zero balance howling in space

Mother no more

The comb with a little bit of her hair sitting in its place

The last sweet she prepared

With marks of her generous scoop in the bowl gifted by her mom

Occupying a little space in the fridge

Treasured with fungus

A beneficiary account sitting in her son's bank

Waiting to be deleted

With a needle and a thread

With a needle and a thread

An old woman

Running through stitches

A trembling hand writing

Damayanti waiting for Nala

Raja Ravi Varma, Van Gogh watching

Beethoven, Chopin playing

Unaware writer singing

With a needle and a thread

tug of war

O pull, pull, pull, pull, and pull,

Until the time we give our full;

This indeed is a wonderful game,

Winners and losers fall just the same.

The border at start that divides the teams,

Gets crushed in the feet of toiling streams!

Hearts that team up to save their side,

Mud and laugh we cannot hide;

No one looks for the line in the end,

All we do is hug our friends.

Out of homes let's play the game,

In places we look so dull and lame!

Bros and sis can't tear the string,

That commons us to the side of bliss;

Please don't mind, my Learned wing,

To play this game as, tug of peace.

Let's spread the rope to the moving ball,

To dance and play with the pleasure fall!

I dedicate this poem to all my sisters and brothers of the world

small poems

small poems, not tall

False false false false false

Truth falls all over the place

Birds fish in the pond

Booking is cancelled

Thank you for using online

Booking system

Go straight you will reach

Passer-by helps the driver

Roads do not talk

Thank God GPS aids drives

Money to places

A pond stinking

A child on the bench sitting

Looks at the old man

Higgledy-piggledy

And

Flibbertigibbet

Discovered

Nincompoop as

Intelligent

Liesl sneezes on a plate

Noodles from her nose irate

Elisa freezes at the mess

Sizzles and says, God bless

Let’s have a huddle on the poodle

I only bray and you look around

Tell me what I said with a doodle

Tell us what we found on the round

Lazy daisy says to crazy bee

Why are you so squeezing me

The bee promptly says to the flower

For the bliss you never miss to shower

Slimy Slimmer swims slowly in the splash

Simmering summer seems a sorry slash

Sailing on the surface spreading silky legs

Slimy Slimmer escapes the sunny shiny rays 

some triplets

Walls cannot break walls

Grasses are bending with shame

Winds crack with laughter

Tree chirps

Humming birds behind the leaves

Music dances sings

Summer stares at ponds

Birds with pink beaks wide open

Watch the sun for rain

Sheep graze on the bend

Cars with travellers wait

Shepherds take pictures

Heat waves everywhere

Dark clouds surround suddenly

Air-conditioning

Lady dresses

Husband cleans the car and waits

Honking is risky

Mother cremates child

Comes back home cooks and serves

Dogs drool at the food

Child cremates mother

Calls and looks whisper around

Feeds the surprised birds

Trees dress up with fruits

Parrot pecks at the best one

Seasons leave and wander

Bullets freeze in snow

Food is cooked and served so warm

Soldiers both sides fed 

some triplets

Heart of an insect

Approaching tongue of a frog

Pumps unheard inside

Brooks breaking free

Birth of a child waiting

Dewdrops whisper

Eyes watch evening sun

Highlights the drooling darkness

Forest foxes yelp

Eaglets fall and fly

Trainer training the babies

Cliff an audience

A lion pride

Busy and lazy sleeping

Dead red bones witness

Dreams sleeping beside

Winter streets with some urchins

Lampposts wide awake

Mosquitoes at night

Old man slaps and slaps again

Bed tea to get cold

An outsider

Sips from a hot cup of tea

Thinks of coffee

Homework mama’s child

Colour between the lines

Borders go beyond

Pin drop silence

Dark room lightens in surprise

Happy birthday

Ear in the heart

Listens to art inside earth

Dew drops grass the feet

mesmerised

mesmerised

Nature

Dawn and dusk are the daily chores

Of nature to dissolve conflicts

Melting of snows into streams of water

Is nature’s way to melt rigidity

Sands on deserts and on the beach are nature’s

Way to show equanimity

Volcanoes and earthquakes are nature’s

Way to show life’s marginality

Creature

Caterpillars transforming into butterflies shows

Possibility without pride

Buds blooming into flowers makes no choice

Of place

Chirping of birds including crows shows acceptance

Without any scope for judgement

Humans

Sirdi Saibaba’s complete closure into black forests

Moving alone at nights shows submission to darkness

Budhha’s complete closure of eyes shows a plunge into lightlessness

All for enlightenment

Judgement

Crow is mean, cuckoo is not

Darkness needs to be avoided

Lets put Sirdi and Budhha into temples

And lock them up with garlands and perfumed sticks

Any unkind act is inhuman though committed by humans

Conflict survives in human flocks

evil is just another word

Evil is just another word

The real evil is

Human beings’ inability

To exercise consciousness

Against situations;

All mothers are good,

Mothers-in-law bad;

All daughters are dudes,

Daughters-in-law sad;

To languages and foods unheard untasted,

To dresses and faces unknown,

With values and processes re-instated,

By sub-groups of groups empowered with speech and eyebrows,

Shoot those sweet creatures wasted,

With words such as dirty pigs scarecrows;

Likewise:

The world over –  

Landlords, bosses, colleagues too

Are born much before they appear anew

Like neighbours…

Else evil is just another word.