Holiday of lies

Holiday of lies

We walk on the ground that is flat,

And take sides in pairs,

With holy unholy hat;

See the sun set on the horizon,

The moon rise,

And the visible blue sky up there!

Everything we see and hear!

The truth escapes and denies!

O what a holiday of lies!

01 September 2014

A tableau in the making

A tableau in the making

Look at my palm,

Solid as a rock,

Your softness placed over it,

My world; you are leaning on my fingers.

The parts of your back stuck in between them,

You turn right and look down at me. Smiling, no stress;

As if you a feather I’d need soon to pen or fly!

But genuflecting, you turn around and look at me,

Now holding my fingers as your new-found window…

I ask you your eyes, those unmistakably yours,

What is it that you don’t believe!

Your lightness or my strength!

Watch me write now,

On what! You wonder.

About you or me! Pause.

I could be writing about us!

01 September 2014

If I knew the line

If I knew the line

Oftentimes,

I wonder

About the honey and the sting;

A humming sound on the pages of time,

It goes, and comes back without a clock,

Measured and balanced.

From where does the need come?

A tune with blanks in space

If I knew the line

I wouldn't fumble!

31 August 2014

When my shoulder is heavy

When my shoulder is heavy

I am under the words today.

Just like the other day.

When I didn’t figure,

I was investing my future in it.

They come to bruise,

My muscles and my arms,

I realize I wasn’t prepared for it

Like I won’t in the days to come

When my shoulder is heavy

They show up like these just like that

31 August 2014

The guardian angel

The guardian angel

I am the rainbow,

Standing as a border in between

The rain and the sun,

Asking them to stop the fight!

To clear their minds from the powerless thought,

Of how violent can they get with their flood and their drought!

As their child, I am here to tell the kids,

Of how they have energized and enlightened the world,

With their obscene opulence that only infinity can measure

In its brooks and meadows and in most everywhere,

As unmatched sources that have helped the world perfect,

That unnoticed leaf without care.

As a synergy I stand in between them

Their emergent property,

A colourful reminder,

I tell my parents not to be delinquents.

There! One power descends willingly from the seat,

For the other to recover from the moment of defeat!

I am the rainbow,

Standing as a border in between

The rain and the sun,

Asking them to stop the fight!

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