breath

So what is this, this breath?

It has helped me live, grow

I did nothing.

Blood flesh height weight

All formed effortlessly with the guest

Coming in going out,

I see some airtight food there on the shelf

Fresh as mommies!

So what is this, this breath?

The outsider takes me slowly to death

Air intrudes in moments immeasurable in me despite me.

Balances life and death,

I have inertia so to fight to defend,

To offend to maintain my stance dignity,

Grace and position,

Cause it’s healing and killing in the same stretch!

So what is this, this breath?

Like an invisible invincible paranoid

It comes and goes.

Creation and destruction at one go.

I have all the reasons to live,

In the way it is…

With the constant conscious companion!

Who teaches me to live in the moment!

I won’t give in till my guru gives up,

But I’d have this question still in me,

Thrown up in the air,

Be it fair unfair,

So what is this, this breath?

I am

i am

I have the power in me

To be bound by my own ecstasy

I have the power in me

To be chained by my own sympathy

I have the power in me

To create my friends enemy

Deliver my thoughts thinking waste

From works that only cut and paste

Focus at the point without haste

I am in all my universe

Floating with it I traverse,

With its rise with its fall

Tiny puny little small and tall

Steady unmoved with every little bit

I am in it, for it, and I am always with it

I am in every single all

27 June 2014

Hidden clarity

Hidden clarity

The moon,

Hiding in broad daylight;

The city,

Inside the clouds;

The sun,

Keeps the world in the dark;

Relatives,

Inside death;

All outside the purview,

To emerge in the mind

25 June 2014

mess

mess

Complete mess

No one works

No one

Stars, brooks, mountains smile at the working-ness

Winds are perpetually playing

Flirting with the livings

No seriousness

Everything that is so much in abundance

Is on a sabbatical leave

Learning how not to work,

How will the world survive if it’s only rolling and

Giggling without trace!

25 June 2014

Poverty

Poverty

Blades of grass,

Never been able to count

The leaves in shrubs or from hanging ivy,

Fruits effortless of plenitude,

Yet, amidst all of this,

Poverty doesn’t count.

24 June 2014

Margin

Margin

Sand and the sea,

Pushing an elastic margin, bit by bit,

Territory is marked… for ages now

Different colours fight,

The outside bleeds into edgy foams,

The inside is colourless and hollow.

24 June 2014

raindrops

sudden big raindrops
type-writing in ample space
non-stop emotions

Some triplets

Falling leaves

Leaves falling from trees

A boy underneath watches

A barber at work

Counting

Heaps of fruits grounded

Counting fails the colour huge

One to nine numbers

Flowers 

Flowers in full bloom

Smile, ready to go places

Or just dress the ground                                      

Thirsty

Crows with open beaks

Look above with thirsty hope

Clouds waiting to fall

Losers

Losers

We like to talk and write about success

For losers to listen and read,

All in the name and hope of encouragement;

Would we ever embrace a loser, sell a slice of penned speech

About the courage to sail through life as ones,

Reading stories of success mongers who made it big and great

Alas stories of readers never sell for here it’s not

The trading of value at any silly rate!

Come closer, take a deep breath and see how

Stories are written in the kitchen, at work, in families,

On the buses, on the roads;

How bills and taxes and piles of other fate

Refuse to open the famed golden gate,

How bad days are written off in the books of nights

First of every month runs for the next

How life is an imprisoned text!

Come closer, take a deep breath and listen how

Heartbeats of millions,

Want don’t want to sing, how gatecrasher legs steal the rhythms;

Of beats hammered around the Halls

Half-accomplished marks written off in the crack of Walls,

The soggy eyes, blue with jealousy ask a somber why

The imagined feet crashed into the red carpets

Life consumed in this thread of utter lie!

What is so wrong in losers

Who are never to be sung,

Not a tune for the real survivors;

Successes in ways that mock through the paths

Bit by bit, moments of sighs and highs go waste and cherished,

In and out of bars with attempts and tries

No one, none at all talk and write about successes of failures

All lovers blinded in their ears and deaf in their eyes!

Why is the word a sound so averse

A word that walks with most to traverse,

As losers in life write poems and tell;

Out of the mind and out of the shell

Straight on our faces, for those who survive,

Live without plugs with volumes of breed

Come on friends, bring it on, for those alive

Strong simple stories of losers indeed! 

17 June 2014

Coffee Poems

Coffee Poems


Clean cover

Debris on the earth

Dirt muck need complete cleaning

Child locks the cupboard

Misguided

From the cradle

I came to dance, sing and play

Daggers of thoughts born

To drag me till the grave

Sunlight

Sun from my bedroom

Hides behind the edifice

The light wakes me up

Elusive

Sunset in the horizon

Truths lie in front of our eyes

Sky falls in blue smile

Poems you could enjoy over a cup of coffee.
16 June 2014