Re-creation

Re-creation

Come let us find a new world,

A land, where we plough our thoughts,

Trees that carry our breaths,

A seed that wills on the sand,

Just at the drop of a hat.

Come let us build a new world,

Where rivers border the fields, not our hearts,

Mountains stand to give, not to guard,

A bird that sails on the sky,

Without reason this or that.

Come let us create a new world,

That helps the blood to air the Source,

With a mind that means to mend,

Goes distance to see no end,

Lands on us, shows what was there,

World in its place loving as it were!

Travel

Travel

When innocence looks through

Clearness of thoughts,

Sky falls in the garden;

When a story travels in terrains unknown

Viewed from parts to the whole,

A paradise is regained.

Flying birds

Birds fly in V..
Child sees one huge bird up there
World waits to take off

Knock knock knock

Knock knock knock

Knock knock knock;
I am swiping from outside
At the door I can never lose
Somebody who was travelling with me,
Will open the door;
I hear the scratching sound of my dog,
Trying hard to usher me in;
Naww, he can’t… I opened it with my usual key,
Switched on the unwilling bulb
With times floating inside my head,
How I wanted my house to be like this!
My dog is me, with four untraveled legs,
Talks to me with something that hollows up the blanks;
I am at ease when my inmates don’t talk,
Even when I knock knock knock;
Some indurated vacationers were here for some time
I threw them out as they were on the wrong side of the door!
Calling me!!! To get in!!!
Daffy they tried and tried with a torch,
Until I held them by their neck and plucked them off,
And said goh! And off they went with them the door!
Now I stay with green tourists in the house,
I water them with care and get my oxygen in return,
It helps me puff through life
And open my door,
Waiting to see if some day
I could find the door I threw with a flare
If that could open when I
Knock knock knock.

Fugitive in its place

Fugitive in its place

Gestures of uninhibited movements, of words, judged for ages
If you have to release to breathe
In the silky air you’d longed for
So be it,
Come unto me if you will
When you do
With your benign heart that rests
Unmoved in its innocuous strength,
The spirits floating flying all around the sand
Onto the hut
Just three or four waves down the lane,
Where poems met the poet
Fugitive in its place;
Here, hands didn’t hold the times cut
By the lips, severed by the looks,
Legs didn’t walk through the hopes
That waited since long,
Eyes didn’t kiss the thoughts on the crossroads,
Actions weren’t bold enough for the heat
Steaming on the beach,
And poems weren’t half-made to escape
Through the windows, a little away from there,
Some sand dunes away, my girl,
Come back if and when you will
Onto the waiting pillow that resides
Fugitive in its place!

When the base is the same

When the base is the same

Pen which has flown from the left to the right,

Its juice traversed with lacerated lines

Of a particular nature,

Suddenly instructed to squirm in a different direction

How would it know this world, these grooves!

When the base is the same

Forms and figures, in their rights and their wrongs,

How would it know there’s song in the thorns!

When the base is the same

Identification is the malice

Virtues of times that left, shredded as vices bereft,

With fences that flew with snailed experience!

The mural morality that excludes, has known only that,

Through twists and turns with bruises and burns,

Decors into humanity that includes, nothing other than that,

Ready to secrete the essence!

When the base is the same

thoughts in triplets

Birthday

Moments born reborn

Every day is a birthday
Eyes burn water breaks

Futile letters

Envelop arrives

Mind wonders is curious
News of false offers

Worthless

Growth is worth nothing

Children die for love peace food
Shameless figures glow

The necessity jail

Job offers capture

Blue and white-collar workers
Prisoners die to live

Cuts

True, shortcuts are smart

Long-cuts are wiser tougher
Stands the test of time

Sugar is about living healthy

Sugar in blood high

Bills pills pile up in no time
Heart pumps day and night

Advertisements make a killing

Buying and selling

Child wants to go out hands stretched
Flying kiss cries smiles

Yudhisthira re-appears to rectify an existential response

Birth the only truth

Death cannot exist on earth
Stunned Yama looks smiles

Frangers

Frangers

Get out hesitates

To say come in lines as walls
Friends look as strangers

Law of emotion

Law of emotion

Fight for fight goes on

Love for fight outside the law
Hatred breeds and bleeds

Progress report

Progress report

Teacher remarks, writes
‘Not fit for further studies’
Student shoulders truth