Universe

Universe

I am driving my car through the road…

I love it with all my being,

However, little of it do I know,

Other than through ups and downs driving…

I know it only from the outside,

Change the side and the speed,

If only I knew what’s happening inside,

My car would be mine indeed.

What happens if suddenly it has to fall?

Would depend on moneyed looks for sure,

Who may or may not it cure,

With a price that drains the wherewithal.

Many of us like me drive the body…

All blinded by the image outside,

Breathing in and out is all we know,

It grows without effort of any kind.

How do the parts function do we know my friends?

An engrossing game it is, a fun that knows no ends!

Come let us know how it does what it does,

Our only real machine, our only universe!

09 January 2015

Distance

Distance

When I was with you,

Distance didn’t matter.

The moon sent its cream at night,

We slept, thinking of each other.

Sounds of dews travelled we could hear,

Alert to wash us with the morning sun.

Sailing clouds cover the moon,

Noise takes away all the dews.

The sun shines so dark and sudden,

My eyes, don’t hear the call.

I am so close to you now,

Yet so far from near.

09 January 2015

Please give me a hand

Please give me a hand

I was your eyes.

I drew pictures through your glass,

I saw horror and kindness without guilt,

Then there was a crack.

Blankness soaked in,

I became dotty for growth,

I couldn’t ask you to lend,

So I saw through my ears.

Children, young and old,

Violated with alacrity,

My feet are heavy with immobility.

My senses froze in the desert.

My blind hands can no longer behold,

I cannot purge the chains of reasons,

In the volumes that are written,

In the fences that are sketched,

In the deaths that are planned and sung,

Children are fighting with kids.

In pursuit of the borderless whole,

Please give me a hand.

09 January 2015

End of an era

End of an era

Gray lights are spreading all over

To crack the windows of ramparts,

Blacks and whites have melted,

An interpretation is born.

That which was dull and lifeless

Has in a whiff become a stone,

A discovery of a diamond,

In a completely different role!

With light we measure and mismatch

With darkness we merge and melt,

Perceptions are lending shape,

To a canvas built in the frame.

Walls have developed wings

To mend into the blank looking sky,

The ball so light dancing with legends,

Blue horrors buried alive!

09 January 2015

Take a way

Take a way

Take a way,

Into the woods;

Times don’t stay

Inside the room.

Take a way,

Empty streets;

Roads of mind,

Paths will find. 

Take a way,

Leavers, lovers;

Smile on the lane,

Rocks can’t block.

Take a way,

The lost and the found

Are engrossed in love,

Just the same!

Take a way,

Onto the sky;

Thoughts will bloom,
Inside is the room.

08 January 2015

Behind the screen

Behind the screen

Decked-up words,

Colorful, beautiful,

Catapulted with smiles,

Hand-to-hand touch;

Selling the world, to the world!

Buyers are tired with the sellers,

Pretense glows the figure,

Killing the words by kissing them good,

Thoughts, the grandma of red riding hood!
Blaming the innocuous wolf!

Balance complains against the fulcrum

The world of disputes shows on the humdrum.

Silence cries in the crowd

Of buyers and sellers,

Tired words go back into the greenroom

To rest, for a while…

Write some lines in open space

To meet the feelings,

Their mothers, in age-old homes

With and without a shake and a smile!

Ready again for the go

Onto the plastic stage for the tiptop show,

With thoughts untrained,
But words all decked.

With multiple organisations engaged in World Peace, why doesn't it happen I wonder! Where is the gap. Farmers are born in debt, live in debt and die in debt is true for most third-world countries! But what is true for the all the first, second, third and fourth (is there one?!) worlds is that we are all born listening about Peace, live and die in it!

Well, but this poem is not only about that...it's much more, if you please because behind the screen there’s another screen...watching, listening, and ...screening!

03 January 2015

Hands in search of the perfume

Hands in search of the perfume

Blank hands are searching for the perfume

Wet with dryness

Moon is shying away

Sun incapable of giving a hand

There is no light in the brightness

A blue pot, with nail marks

Like stars that litter

In the stinking guilt, all around

In this nosy perfume

My legs are paining

As a sign of something!

For months I have suffered

With these dot-drops

For days letters have formed

Into words, as fillers

Hiding in the void

Hands search for the perfume, still.

03 January 2015

For you

For you

Eggs were hatching,

But rats were out.

The carpet looked like a curtain

The base, confused.

Before I was born,

Sickness came in thick air

To propose to the virus-prone stage,

To blow, the wind refused.

I was born still,

With sadness that cried,

You made faces to make me laugh,

My purpose was to live,

For you!

03 January 2015

Ever escaping

Ever escaping

I was beginning to fountain

When you came over me, like a stone

I slipped and escaped

You followed me and trampled

Under your elephant feet

Your molecules are strong in this world

Shine like the snow-clad mountain

I have no right to open my mouth

My hunger to speak is covered under jaw

But I escape every time

I lead you to the yellow-green spread

You are poor

Collect bit by bit from me and us

Your power smirks at your weakness

Looking for us to do your chores

For your feet cannot shoo us away

But the needy can also beg for help to escape

03 January 2015

Bed-stage

Bed-stage

O my bed, tell me what am I going to do?

For the sun is sure to wake up with the clock.

I have courage and energy this night for you,

Until the dawn will rise and mock;

I was somebody till this time

Until the day took away everything I had,

I will wake up to a new crime.

Continue in the living, good or bad,

How weak is my sense now it’s fallen like a tree,

A new search will start when it fakes to be free.

I heard an owl howling by, can hear the crickets roar

Times to this time o please if I could pay you more.

My stamps be snatched with it will go the right,

I’d recall how much I willed to spend, for this unwilling night.

In the morning the darkness will shout wouldn't know what to do,

The forgotten I will screech for help, without the slightest clue!

I know this night will stay so warm, in this ever youngster

The day so cold, will paint me like a bold impostor.

Every night I lie in stage that wakes me up anew,

The morning screen puts that in sleep and snatches all I knew!

03 January 2015