Wednesday, 12 December 2018


Among the leaves of my money plants
In between the books on my bookshelves
Inside the pen holder with colorful pens
Inside my paint box full of color tubes
Among the clothes and toys of my kids
Among their school bags and lunch boxes
Among my kitchen utensils and spice bottles
In between my morning and evening prayers
Among my friends and neighbors
On the streets where I walk and shop
Lies the whole of earth’s peace
My peace to be alive
Let me whisper this peace to the breeze
Let the wind infect every heart with peace
With enchantingly infectious peace and love…

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Tuesday, 9 October 2018

Yuck it up!

he asked the new doctor in the alley,
what do I do to sleep peacefully?
doctor gave him a gadget, costly,
that pumps oxygen and brings sleep efficiently
and now every night he checks for its efficiency
while the doctor yucked and vanished stealthily 

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dVerse Quadrille #66 – Yuck it Up

reflection, refraction and nonsense...

the foaming milk textured with bubbles
giving a whiff of cardamom and
a spoonful of sugar and tea dust plunging
slowly to a muddy texture---
but simple things turn dark and wrong
like my tea for today’s muse as
it didn’t turn to the rich texture
but empty fluid with nothing for muse
as even the wind go wrong some days
and it reminds you of the good days
as the fever that put me down yesterday
has made me think how healthy I was before
and will be after; nothing stays
but my thoughts which is in my fist
even not so completely but yes, mostly
within the fist of compassion and
within the edges of why we are here,
yes, why we are here…

the empty tea didn’t touch my taste buds
it hit hard on the grey cells
about all things that can go wrong
on any odd day like this or so
and of staying calm within the limits of wisdom
and of the bliss of knowing the nameless love…

Friday, 28 September 2018

mourn for the death of prudence

wet, wrinkled fingers grabbed tight
 onto the old tree that stood tight
with roots gone deep into the earth
as water played rhythmic strokes
against his chest and the tree
and made everything its asset
and yes, water flowed carefree.

 homes of decades floated
as mere bricks and mortar
and all known marks of life melted
deep into the murky water
as all familiar forms of past and present
and mansions and compound walls laughed
and mocked at him like mere lines on water
fading and flowing wild along with the water
as if steadily erasing marks of all tenure.
the rising heat of greed and a molten earth
over which water played wild songs and dramas
as hapless lives floated over deep greed’s forfeits
and yes, water laughs relentlessly as it knows
 wrinkled, wet fingers for sure
 will go back and build mansions and high walls
and yet, water sings wild songs of prudence
that goes on ringing through deaf ear walls.

so for a while
sit on the high walls
until it melts into the waters
and swim in wild waters
until the limbs wear down
for all the footholds
have been erased with greed---
so do the water sings in wild roars.

Monday, 24 September 2018

let us mix colours

the yellow ochre meld into burnt umber,
a bit…
my earthy aspirations split between golden rays;
straight, diagonal and broken lines of muse,
a bit of reality…
and a lot of colour splashes, your splashes of crimson lake;

haven’t we talked it all, a million times?
the routine, the bills, the dishes, kids, chores
and yet, like sun, moon and earth they rotate
again and again---
the golden rays pass between splits,
they come and go and then I take a cup of coffee---

we all are clouds; we go round and round and round,
meanwhile let’s mix colours, your crimson lake
and my yellow ochre…

Tuesday, 7 August 2018

Rain, sun and I...

I poured down from the Raintree leaves
quite a few times and smiled through them,
quite a few times; does rain know
 how to catch on the broken ends of thoughts
and carry on connecting you from dot to dot?
Some stories read and seen lingers,
snatches you out of your sight
and leaves you up somewhere
 between clouds and emptiness;
somewhere you get lost between the bliss
of knowing greater things, indecipherable,
and things that pushes you back to flesh and bones
and there in between those blissful commotions,
yes I mean blissful commotion, you get to know
love is being yourself and in you dwells the universe,
throbbing with songs and stories; or love is universe
and you, the very grain of its existence…
So let me, again and again, drip from those leaves
and let me smile through them until only bliss remain
and no commotion…    

Wednesday, 1 August 2018


the blue window portrayed an evenly blank, blue sky
 blank, as blank as the walls that never reflected her

her hand reclined on the sofa’s headrest cullying a mind
that rested not much, not at all, even the red sofa failed

its occupant’s avid spirit buried within the layers of sanity
normalcy is perceived as to the ways prevalent in and around

and her mind dangled between commonness and the impulses
as the sky reflected an ocean blue, contemplating ocean secrets

the loud red sofa contained itself under the resting fingers
remained blank as the walls, the sky and blank about her mind

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Tuesday, 31 July 2018


summer bullied,
tugging hard;
stinking humidity.
Night shuddered…

July washed the stinky air ardently 
pushing the summer beyond the hills.
Summer retreated with vengeance
and July, with its romantic stories poured, flowed through the city
washing down dark poisonous fog; unclogging the veins of the city;
bathing trees and plants; satiating the thirsty earth...

Monsoon danced,
hugging tight;
selling dreams,
she drenched all in her desire...

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Thursday, 28 June 2018


flimsy legs     straight road

rainy evenings atop the hills
                          flimsy legs    dream wings

rainy evenings atop the hills
enigmatic shades and lights
                     wet ground    dark grooves
teeming atmosphere

flimsy legs   dream flying
flimsy legs    dream hills

a heard of sheep, together they graze meekly
somewhere they hide a dragon, dreaming stars
flimsy legs    hesitating    love the dragon  
                                        love wings
love transitions

Tuesday, 15 May 2018

feathers of compassion

It’s not easy to write about compassion, a most talked about thing and the least understood. Quote after quote, Facebook posts and Whatsapp, but compassion is rarely there in actual life. That you see mostly is the very selfish love out of reasons and needs.
A few days back a small bird came in our living room through the front door. It went straight to the balcony closed with bird net. It tried from every hole and a little later, another of its clan came and sat on the bird net on the other side---the free outside world. They both tried for some time and the free bird came near a comparatively bigger hole in the corner, and lo, the trapped one immediately flew through the big hole in the corner. I don’t know what they communicated and how…but yes, a friend in need is a friend indeed!

feathers so petite,
for us time rolls, paramount---
life glides on wings

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