Monday, March 31, 2014

The unafraid matter

The unafraid matter

My softest flower,
How did you make yourself so perfect?
I wonder
How it doesn’t matter to you a bit,
If you stayed or went,
Trampled or nursed by the wind!
Clarity! Please be with me,
Let me behold this defenseless beauty,
While you are there… let my eyes and ears,
Help my being to be erect
In wonder…
The storms, the waves,
With their sounds and moves,
Not to bend
The unafraid matter!

Doubt

Doubt

Doubt…
If it’s page or a canvas,
Or just a pond;
Peripheral workers moving around the stage,
Beyond some impending hours;
The travail is done.
Waiting now, to enter through the outside
A passing traveller;
In the holding kiss of lovers in the garden,
The fruit is found hanging…
Drapes clear
White clots of nothings, ready to wash,
Or would it be to drain;
Doubt…

Friday, March 28, 2014

Echo

Echo

It’s ringing to death O hell,
The bell doesn’t ring a bell.

My written notes are placed on the piano,
A matter of silence makes the tune glow;
I am and I am doesn’t catch the wind,
I haven’t never ever I haven’t ever winged.

It is not the people it is you in guise,
Calling them in vain dressing a scene you like;
My airplane is taking off without any sound,
It is beyond the glass of finite shape and form.

I haven’t taken the onus of playing other’s role,
Creatures all alike are echoing in the whole.

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Doha from an outcast

I love terrorists and I bless them with all my heart
Want to kiss them on their hands, in their minds with all my art …

thought of an outcast

thought of an outcast

Patriotism is barbarism
Poisoned and imprisoned
With scores of inflated and bonsai ism

Kindness to ugliness, a doha

Let me drink a little ugliness
While beauty sleeps in the glass of her partner poetess

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.

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Flying birds






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

Monday, March 24, 2014

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.