The purpose

For as long as I live
I will write my lines
on what I believe
as true
for me, if not for you.
I will work on them, refine
them afresh, anew
on those patient leaves
my tears will fall like the dew
smiles will paint in various rainbow hues
my thoughts will rise and fall in horizon
lie on the space
with charm and grace
they will chatter and blather
babble and jabber
on those tolerant pages;
with them
my thoughts will talk non-stop
from nineteen to the dozen.

Unread

Each leaf that falls,
on which I write

is a story in itself;

from the way it stands

on the ground
wanders around

you could tell,

if it's heavy with words

or simply light and sound,
if it has failed

going to heaven

through hell.

Each leaf that falls
on which I write

has a story to tell;

it's falling on the stage

like a tired footfall

sitting underneath a tree

a passerby who
in between taking rest
held the fleeting leaf

with the hands
covering the face
with kindness or rage
so one could feel

the leaf
its unsung agony;

but you overlook it all

over it you write your own

stories, with an impending tone

it absorbs your lines
lies
on the bed

brown and unread.

Their game

Mind, meandering

with the moon,
in a rainy afternoon.
Both unheard, unseen
wet within the scene.

‘I love you’… a tune all of a sudden
in a low voice, almost hidden
disappeared, dearly drained
‘please don’t come out in the sun
we are condemned in the dark
until we witness night to be fun
sky’s beating the old drum, hark!’

‘Oh don’t go! Don’t go!
I have scores of chores to do,
mind doesn’t listen to me you know
there they’re out again now?
Their game begins anew.’

The invincible

Since long those people
have become invisible
they left the orbit
long ago, but it’s the habit
that still wages war
against them
creates a mayhem
inside, still-born thoughts
burn to be born
make me forlorn
hatred and anger
bread and butter
energizes the Scar
that blocks and blots
the invisible people
remain and ruin
they become invincible.

Since long those people
have gone
they won
I lost, I accept defeat
from then on
light on my feet
I rise above the ground
Stars in me
heal the scars
harmoniously glow
all there is becomes a bliss
because I let them go.

I bless those friends
let them win, I make amends
I let them grow, my journey begins
as light as it should
those stubborn people
leave me for real
leave me for good.

Writing into blankness

I wish I could send

you a blank paper

without a drop of ink

and you could interpret
instantly, my feelings.

O words

I'm guilty

of molesting you

I have sheltered you,

never lived with you;
in all the fibs and fables
you were the untouchables.

For I have always hidden some words
never allowed them to surface
lest they brutally undress
me, my world
I try now to write on your mind

without the fluid
most of the times
they’d be shy and would cower
at other times
they’d remain as it were
pure, with power.

I now wipe with care the liquid

from those tearing leaves

transcend the innocent thought

that doesn't block, doesn’t blot

but which in me blankly lives.

My home

My home
has become unbearable
words, full of words
lifeless words
they don’t carry any feeling
or have I become too old
that I should leave
and rebuild my own.

Since when did my abode
become so cold
no room for togetherness
no space for friendship
housing jealousy, hatred
competition, in a jungle of gadgets
mindless hands and feet have frozen
all organs lazy, slumber
in figures and numbers
counting days.

Words, words, only words
no warmth
travelling inside the mind
like worms
plastic wings of nightingales
agonizing odor of flowers
roses and blue pimpernels
in tired, tried and tied-up gardens
that yearn to be lost in the forests.

Artificial has the most troubling start
it’s ‘art’ with which the world
is losing its heart
unable to breathe, rest or roam.

Yet with hope,
we built this home
to live
it is hard to believe
from whose confines
now, I wish to leave.

Aimless

Running on my track
of life, I cannot relax
looking left and right
without mercy and grace
I can hardly lose sight
have to anyhow win the game.

To be first in the race

is my only aim

eyeing others, a self-defeating trait

prevents one from thinking, looking straight
I lose and blame my own performance.

Out of sight

It's strange we cannot see

our inside hides from glare

though helping us sound and square
enabling us to survive and be.

Organs singing without pause

without any apparent cause;
pumping in the green room
making us up, letting us groom.

The one gift it requires

to build the body, is air

perpetually beyond sight

yet present everywhere

day and night.

Way to go

As long as there’s sunshine
the star rising, setting on sides
as long as there’s blood and air
running into the veins, energizing my organs
I will not succumb to the liar
let the goon come with its guns.

As long as there’s moon in the sky
its light touching my eyes
as long as there’s hope in the heart
healing me, asking to restart
my body will not yield
and abandon the field.

As long as rainbow has its hues
dawn delivers dews
as long as horizons lie on the planes
clouds kiss the mighty mountains
waves emerge from the bed of the seas
my seat will not stop, it’ll continue to beat.

Would never leave the stage
but fight with the Sage
whatever be my age.
I’d live every breath
from nature derive strength
to wrestle with my death.

In the middle of kindness

In the middle of kindness
don’t know how
I became homeless
what I see now
is suddenly so ruthless.

O mom, your spouse
not my father anymore
O papa, in your house
I see another lady galore.

I don’t believe
how long it is taking me
to accept you have one life to live
as far as I can see
you are so gentle and kind
to regard me still as your child.