Sunday, 13 October 2019

I am Sky/Ocean












I am sky
I reflect in puddles, streams,
Rivers and ocean;
I couldn’t fathom my clouds yet
Let alone my blue


You found me at the doorstep
Eagerly welcoming you
With unconditional warmth
And unbiased love;
It’s homegrown and bears no formality.
The day you see a caged parrot,
Forget me for I am the eagle that flies alone.
My songs are unsung;
Embrace the ocean and you may hear
The whale songs of my soul.


I am blue
I am deep
Leave your shallowness
At the doorsteps of my soul
---For I couldn’t fathom
How much I am nature,
How much I am sky---
Or you may find only a mirage
Of your desert…



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Thursday, 10 October 2019

Unnamed, dissolving!













Silhouettes of birds, scattered clouds, the vast blue//
Somewhere I belong, but as scattered as clouds could never be
Somewhere I belong, and fly as flocks of birds could never do
Somewhere I belong, maybe the blue that breaks images of all infinities
And then words dissolve, expressions too, I am nothing.

There is something in the stillness of trees, the leaves lost in thoughts
And the sudden breeze of nodding in revelation

There is something in the play of instruments, words lost in backgrounds
And the sudden smiles of unknown bliss

Crowds of men, women; resounding talks; people disguised as attire//
Somewhere I belong; some eyes are home to the sky above
Somewhere I belong; some smiles are clouds of unspoken love
Somewhere I belong; there are pristine unnamed abodes
And then boundaries dissolve, definitions too; the bliss of belonging to nothing!



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Tuesday, 9 April 2019

rock hearts and summer cramps


i have hung my tongue over the high branches
where the sun burns it a bit and wind passes by
letting it dry up// rigid rock mountains grow high//
 all i need is a stream, an ace of hearts
to rush and flow back


Friday, 1 March 2019

Sleep

















Sleepy//
      eyes are water bags
      burrowed into// a little-more-than-a-pumpkin//
unwilling to stay or leave//
maybe that's all between life and death//
clouds of unabridged pain


Friday, 15 February 2019

balm of love









Pic courtesy Google

light-flooded night killed all the stars
the sparkle of moist lips brightened up a million

winter is slowly moving to summer’s warmth
and with you I fancy them both together

the waves seem tranquil at horizon’s vanishing point
no sky and ocean but shades of warmth together

you seem to hold the cosmos in your parted lips
and we forget the boundaries of an all sponsored world





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Monday, 11 February 2019

particles of chaos/joy













i was dreaming of a rendezvous,
one with the ‘me’ you know, then
with the ‘me’ people who know me know, then
with the ‘me’ people who hates me know;
do all the ‘me’ have a different perspective
about things i know? where shall we meet?

my son speaks of quantum physics
and I think i am volatile like his quantum particles;
i can’t predict the ‘me’ someone else know and
i have this tingling sensation about meeting…
meeting my alter egos spread over some other minds.

the three dimensional lie spread over the horizon
with colors, sounds and calculations,
crisscrossed network of millions of consciousness---
i am a lost dot somewhere; let me float in bliss
without much ado, let me float where color drips
without alter egos, where words flow with rhythm,
yeah, let me be the lost dot until or unless
you find something more precious than ‘bliss’…
let that tingling sensation rest…


Wednesday, 30 January 2019

a little drunk // with colours












picture courtesy Google 


cobalt teal hair playing on snow white face//
that’s how some days pace // the sound of inner peace
                         when
the salmon sun drunk with yesterday’s tangerine sea//
the stance // as if a blushed bride timidly pass
                         through
indistinctive trees and hills // and I stand in a trance
with no chance to judge // he, she, you, me---chaos
                      nothing
 but cobalt teal hair playing on snow white face//
with aquamarine eyes searching seamless distance
                      and
that’s how some days pace // the sound of inner peace
when salmon sun shows up // drunk with yesterday’s tangerine                                   sea


Wednesday, 12 December 2018

Peace


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…





















Google Photos


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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…