Hunch

Hunch

My thought was tapping on the floor

It appeared to dance until I came close

I heard the knock,

With the pattern of the sound, measured with times

In silence, I figured what it was trying to say;

That I let it be on the ground!

But I have a history on my back,

Like a sticking have-a-sac,

At this, the sound changed its rhythm

So did the gaps…

I stretched my arms, my face, to the sky

I saw in it, the same scars blinking at me,

My thought still a fallen leaf,

On the ground, moving with them…

The bag now a part of the moment,

To be delivered, it needs to be severed,

All of a sudden the sound stopped

I tried to take a jump,

Gosh! I am with the hunch.

27 August 2014

In love

In love

When it was dark,

Crickets were playing with the fireflies,

Birds nestled in the trees,

Silver rivulets were flowing through the black meadows,

Floating a hello, a big one, a hello, to my arteries and veins;
A wind inside took birth and gushed out
Through my mouth, extending my lips to my ears,
And stayed in that obstinate state...

Amidst all of those silent movements light and sound,

I fell in love!

The known moon seemed new to me.

In the stars I never saw,

In the spread of flowers that never appeared so visible,

My hands are confused

Between choices of a ring or a pendant,

With jewels that are hanging up,

With the fragrance that is spreading around,

Which one to pick for what!

I am waiting for her to wake up to a new light,

For now, let me slip into a new dream.

27 August 2014 

the zone

the zone

Dark smoke has covered the surface,
Lust is lurking up and down.
The plane, nowhere to go
Is moaning in agony.
What kind of a violation is this!
A nomad, whose heat is burning like a furnace,
The floor is chained in space while the black bird
Is flying all over it,
Sticking and licking like a worm accused of action.
Series of cupid dark pride has taken over the muddy den,
Gone inside, deep, and spread all over the place!
The germ, a resident now has befriended the expanse
With its spell;
Some blades of grass, still remind the captured zone,
Of what and how it was!

25 August 2014

Hope and despair

Hope and despair

My hope and my despair,

Interchange between my table and my chair.

The table writes and the chair reads,

When one stops the other begins.

The chair links the thoughts,

The table connects the dots.

When hope flies in open arms,

Despair runs the deafening drums.

What I seek from them I don’t know,

Travellers for sure I see they are.

Sometimes they sit on the table and glow,

At other times they walk on the chair.

Reasons could be because I am young or old,

Or it could be because I am timid or bold.

It could also be for being black or white,

Most anything that goes as wrong or right.

I work all day running in and out!

Breaking free the tricky trap!

For moments I know what it’s all about!

When I truly find the hollow gap!

What a lovely pair they are,

A truly caring couple indeed!

If one is close the other not far,

Tied into my knotty deed!

Both in me this hope despair,

In and out they stay and travel.

I write on them from thoughtful table,

I read on them from charming chair.

25 August 2014

Travelling questions

Travelling questions

Am I standing on the ground?
Or is it standing on me!
I wonder as I walk around,
There’s much to learn and see.

Am I counting the days?
Or are they counting on me!
In a stage that checks and pays,
There’s much to learn and see.

Am I talking to the words?
Or are they talking to me!
It matters when we listen to us,
There’s much to learn and see.

In the tug of war that ties,
Measures and plays the game,
I see questions fall and rise,
On grounds that travel the same!

22 August 2014

Just a little away

Just a little away

Drowned in the ocean of words,

The trained devil lived in me

For eons of years.

Old stories, flirted with the new –

An iceberg trained my cotton thoughts,  

Stuck in the mountain top, each time as clouds

Until they tore apart.

Lightness masked in light turned into liquid stiffness,

In depth and width;

Images went into the desert

To look for water.

Silent nameless objects had to listen

To the sandy salty silky mirror

Howling into hollowness,

Reluctant compulsion to form demons

To recognize, recall,

Yet surprised,

How corpses re-appear on the frozen zone!

Loud evil is a live note of being.

Now it ventures with a cracking tune.

The latent talent of needlessness to shape

With ears and eyes alive,

Floating in the air…

Arrive in the clearing.

Out from the jungle of weeds,

Just a little away, though

Neck deep in words.

19 August 2014

A song re-visited on our Independence Day

A song re-visited on our Independence Day

I was tensed with the tenses

Until I saw my senses

Change them, break the fences

I wonder if it ever could be sung without offences

There are some words here and there

Adverbs of time have changed them everywhere

Here goes the song on our Independence Day

We [have] overcome, we [have] overcome,
We [have] overcome [yesterday];
Oh, deep in my heart, I [now] believe, 
We [have] overcome [yesterday].

[We have seen] us through, [We have seen] us through,
[We have seen] us through [yesterday];
Oh, deep in my heart, I [now] believe,
We [have] overcome [yesterday].

We're on to victory, We're on to victory,
We're on to victory [everyday];
Oh, deep in my heart, I [now] believe,
We're on to victory [everyday].

We [walk] hand in hand, we [walk] hand in hand,
We [walk] hand in hand [everyday];
Oh, deep in my heart, I [now] believe,
We [walk] hand in hand [everyday].

We are not afraid, we are not afraid,
We are not afraid [any day];
Oh, deep in my heart, I do believe,
We are not afraid [any day].

The truth [has made] us free, the truth [has made] us free,
The truth [has made] us free [today];
Oh, deep in my heart, I do believe,
The truth [has made] us free [for sure today].

We [now] live in peace, we [now] live in peace,
We [now] live in peace [everyday];
Oh, deep in my heart, I do believe,
We [now] live in peace [everyday].

15 August 2014

The seed

The seed

Tales of fruitlessness in the eating of fruits,

Nothingness in nothing is missing, since stories

Started to write in the minds of the bench seated blankly

Beside a flowing river;

No need is felt for the Seed to produce something,

In place of something,

The same child, born hundred years ago

Is dying in the same parent,

From the food to the shoes,

Cooked in the kitchen brain,

Is visibly mixing, though slow, from the surface;

Ketchup and seasonings, excess exercises on the externals,

Are matters that mouth-water the gray.

The bench in the goings-on of growth-death twins,

In the tracks of the parent and the child,

Is easily found;

Change without a storm remains the form

And the noisy course alone brings out the predicted saliva.

Hands of the clock in the externally silent mime-show do not move

During eating the eaten,

Or during the making of a birth, time pretends to stop.

14 August 2014

Organs

Organs

Ears were talking to the eyes

Of histories, of horrors heard,

Broken bones with bodies of hearse,

Nothing could be realized except blood.

What eyes saw ears played in the see-saw game

Repeated blaspheme in the agonies of fame,

And the odor they sent, for the nostrils to smell,

Smokes from the drains kept stinking as hell.

In the scratch of borders with orders of war

They damaged, went howling as though fallen for the star,

The pairs fell sick still rhymed the grimace face,

With blisters of burns that embraced without grace.

All the painted drama in the canvas still hissing

Echoed just the same for the eraser was missing,

Where is the root, in the flesh or in the bone?

Thoughts kept singing in the tunes overthrown!

Freshness in the light with a palliative sound,

Will the organs witness as they wander on the ground.

13 August 2014

The most suitable place

The most suitable place

Where can we make love with not a little trace?

Bed is a known place, ah no not on the staircase!

Out in the field maybe on the beach?

Eyes will audience when they’d hear the screech!

How about the highway or that intersecting bridge?

Mocking honks will scream and looks will make us freeze!

Let’s go to borders and work it inside out?

An unsafe place it is with angry people around!

Then let us go there where people pray at peace?

With doubts in the air the scene is far from bliss!

Let’s go to the forest or that penetrating hill?

We can make it there where the act is not a sin!

Or better still the graveyard where senses beat and bloom?

Or let us make it there in our cozy little womb!

13 August 2014