Holocaust

Nothing much has changed

as far as views, eyes exchange
ears review and hear.

Stars still fall and rise
time apparels in disguise
horizon seldom comes near.

Greed breeds chastening grief
overcast mind doesn’t know of relief
until for a split, clouds clear.

The overweight bird falls on the ground
wings clipped, its tender chirps screech around
the flyer crawls in agony and fear.

Civilization with poisoned holocaust
earlier it attacked from the back, at any cost
now it appears from the rear.

Lust violates love in broad daylight trysts
words defeat words, actions freeze at ease
intent remains the same, content and form differ.

Feathers are falling, failing to fly
truths in their spaces, unable to lie
yet nothing has changed in thousands of years.

If it's time to change, all birds in nesting trees

drop those silly thoughts, from the minds to the seas

killers resting in us will surely disappear.

Now

Now there’s no escape

the mind has opened
like the door
for long it was used
excused as closed, unfriendly.

It is pounding
like my heart
overwhelmed with
warmth of companionship
clouded so long, now free.

It has spread
like the sky, a blue saree
I gifted to my beloved
I am now one with her
separated for years.

The tension on the stage
softened, as far as I can see
borrowed faith and fear
then, reborn in chain, had to change
there is no escape now.

love

Love evolves in lives

lives, loves, leaves

its trails on leaves

loving tales unveil.

Lovers laugh lament

living truths and lies

letters lightly write

in volumes reveal delight.

Love falls in deeds and words

love lies in lucid breaths

love alone lights the world

love launders darkness.

Love-some hearts witness

love defeating deaths.

Love fills the ground
its hues hum above
chanting all around
long live love.

Endless game

I have found you at last

if not anywhere else

at least

in my endless search.

When I eat something

from the roadside shop

meet someone on the street

or when I write to you, about you

lifting from the past leaves anew

in some obscure page

that I gathered being on the stage

within my visible time and space,

you touch me with your smiles

a push, a warm hug

from a whispering wind

touches my nerves,

a mongrel can smell you

sense you on my knees

it climbs

doesn’t find, strangely looks

I see you in the eyes of an urchin

the most divine face

to face nothings now and again

I see you in the fanning ears of a silly cow

for a split

you are open out there

you disappear I don’t know how

in your favorite game

you play with me

like a child who doesn’t know its name

can hardly speak

laughs aloud playing hide and seek

yet the game is only to seek and find

for I know you're here for good, you never hide.

You hide behind the moon

covered under my sleeping pillow

behind the morning sun

that touches my coffee cup

we so tenderly share

or you may be lying below

veiling in the newly arrived newspaper.

The day begins to sing

again, you play the tune I start to sense

the quest restarts

either in my meaningless work

or in my indolence.

Fair weather

I see April in the trees
right here in winter
my eyes do not leave her
smell, her sweetness
doesn’t give over
from my green ears;
whether it is freshness or heartburn
I wonder
she is adorning a strange garden
I am immured
with helpless whiteness
freezing, shivering
colors its proclivity
love allures
is she my age that's left from all the parts
years ago
trembling feet, diffident palate
crackling chest
April flows, hallucinates
gives a hand
to my melting eyes and ears
I see her inside,
with memories built in the mind
trees with white barks, tireless withering time
so stark is the whiteness, this lady’s prime.

Downpour of plough

I try to take out the words

hidden in my pages
hollow bubbles
addled, unable to fly
volumes of lifeless letters
crowded, clouded
onerously play in my organs
I know you wouldn’t overwrite your love
on written leaves
but they refuse to leave
I lie like a useless instrument
my garden, overburdened
with stillborn thoughts.

With effort, one by one,
I clear them all
so your saplings could fall
reign upon my open field
your search for emptiness
reaches my space
my senses
feel the yield
not anymore on the run
in the same soil I fly
experience fulfillment.

My annual exam is over

Winter, autumn or spring
I don’t know
Who cares! I see flowers and fruits all around
vegetables flood on the ground
I have reaped them all
a comforting weather - quiet, pristine
leaves moving; golden, green, or silver
falling or rising why bother
times
now, no more
my annual exam is over
peeling oranges in the sun
listening to birds and brooks
liberated from those
lazy letters in books
vibrant, in peace, at ease with me
nothing to prove; failed and fared many times
with flying, fading colors
now, out of the past,
I am always seasonal, to live and learn
moments of being have begun.

Sources seldom stress

Dictionaries are unaware
of what literature
in volumes of letters
have done with them
adhering to, skipping norms.

Scriptures are unfamiliar
with what religions
in numerous ways
have done with them
with or without forms.

Stars are not all there
their lights ignite,
spread the spark
but at times
left in the dark.

Conception

My lips, drunk

when it touches yours,

with words of incessant praise

my hands, drowned

in the oceans and mountains

mellow with touching organs

jaw-dropping moments

immeasurable bliss
treasures teem in travelling tongues

​​​​​​​writing many stories of love

stealing time, from time
I have become so big

my body consumes the stars

in your eyes

by leaps and bounds

I behold millions of sparks.

Only my kisses can conceive
the boon

what a glorious child

will be born of your womb.


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nomads

For some
beginning of a year
awesome
full of hope, happiness, cheer
for few
it’s nothing new
resolutions lost
in framing images
promises, words

Innocuous years
come and go
writing travelogues
in time trapped
fast, slow
through travelled tracks
of titter and tears.