Alas!

Alas!

If east becomes a beast,
Then to ape, west is the best

05 November 2014

Birds teach

birds teach

Where pigeons glide and go, peacocks don’t dare,

The former though in ways, a pretty miniature;

If one’s a bit of a postman, for friendship and for peace,

The other’s all for colour, for pride and expertise!

They are so complete, in their own different ways,

A classroom opens wide, with wings in their plays;

If these teachers ever knew, how priceless is their worth,

Would they start fighting, for their place and their hearth?

Where peacocks dance and run, pigeons don’t dare,

The latter though in ways, a pretty miniature;

If one’s all for colour, for pride and expertise,
The other's a bit of a postman, for friendship and for peace!

04 November 2014

Clouds (Haiku)

Clouds...
Bright eyes dance
With peacock-steps

I am an adult

i am an adult

I see a snake in my bed

Who let it in?

Why!

…

I have to now let it go.

How?

01 November 2014

Coo

Coo

House abandoned

Pigeons swing in cobwebs

Promoters coo

From the centre to the border

From the centre to the border

From the centre to the border,

That is all there is, that is all there is

Journey of my universe into it, against it

Learning, singing a tune,

Ni ni pa pa ra pa pa !

From the centre to the border,

That is all there is, that is all there is

Dialogues of thoughts that paint, sketch, write, scratch

Leaning, clinging onto a tune,

Zu zu ta ta ra pa pa!

From the centre to the border,

There is a quiet that governs, rules

Never ever, never ever comes face to face,

O what grace, what a grace!

Loves, and only loves in my universe,

That is all there is, that is all there is

Loving, humming a tune

Pa pa ra pa pa pa pa !

31 October 2014

power

on one side is power
everything is fair

Within unending horror, flyers return

Within unending horror, flyers return

Written words on sand

Look like hollow faces

Howling at the sky and

Seep through the ages.

Butterflies drawn out from the garden

Are onto the ocean,

Their little fragile wings

Battling with the winds;

Dots turn into dots…

Histories are scribbled,

Covered by the froth,

Range of killing travels in the air

With engagements that disease the flyers;

Naïve world, with knives in their eyes,

Saw in their ears,

Takes the inks from the rains,

And laments on the beach

It is writing, and writing.

Different stories in the same way

Pretend to end for good on the shore,

But flyers do not return as insects.

31 October 2014

Endless

Endless

The moon is not able to control

Its own overflowing light,

In shame or delight, it hides behind

A vagabond cloud

From inside, it sees its light!

Down there,

Travellers move from place to place.

The journey rejuvenates the luminous energy,

Overpowers the source,

From where it came;

They reach a point, not an end,

That becomes the course.


The endlessness is a discovery in itself

24 October 2014

Connection

Connection

Feelings matter, as the basis of connect

Else warm words can be cold, disconnect