Tuesday, 16 September 2014

No no to life....





rain washed, guzzled a luminous evening
as night slowly mellowed to a new dawn;
she gazed on clouds to douse, satiate
mid days blistering memories

the city was alive with noises of life,
she watched a bud playing in the breeze;
she set out on the wet road, afresh,
rain washed street, and light breeze
played with her shiny hair


Sunday, 14 September 2014

The Sea


Courtesy Google


dreams of heaven spilled
over the waves and rippled
a silver blanket curled
and spread as mermaids
swam away to sea
to swim in amniotic hug

Here on the shore
an empty body sat
leaving day’s files
and shoes aside



Wednesday, 20 August 2014

Intoxicated



The soft snowy wind sang from across
from afar, from beyond,
swept through the trees of decades.

Memories cornered to the soft couch
evoking colours of life’s
flowers, chrysanthemums, daffodils,
gladiolus, heather, amaryllis, magnolia,
marigold, touching all subtleties.

Invigorating the senses the coffee
shined, milky brown foaming
and weaving patterns with words
encapsulated in books, words
solid, birthed from the winds of decades,
from the memories of flower touched lives
brewing with coffee, encapsulated in books,
reaching back to minds
resting under the shades of books,
forgetting and remembering…




Friday, 8 August 2014

a game

Courtesy Google


 old man
 little bat
and the moon
they met every night
for a play with cards
from the beginning of times;
 prudence
intuition and
the time as they are
and they laughed
how mankind loss game spirit
of life

Friday, 25 July 2014

Puzzle continues

Courtesy Google

An owl on the branch
 keep calm and a morose face;
down in the valley many plays,
 where blood flows turbulent
mountains grow high, on skeletons;
deaf, blind, and mute
intelligent apes with big calculations
cutting the branches they sit on
fighting for what seems life;
but life is a scapegoat
with no aim and no reason
where flowers bloom and die
and birds still fly free and nest on cement trees too
where greenery still holds on, a vain hope.
Intelligent apes with big calculations,
calculations, calculations, high on calculations
that they strangle infants and kids
to gain on life,
Life? Life?
An owl on the branch
 keep calm and a morose face




Wednesday, 23 July 2014

Puzzle

A puzzle that takes you to infinite thoughts
Leaving you lost in unknown aisles of Milky Way
If it is abundant you will be thrown to boredom
If it is scarce you will end up in breath-taking hurry-burry

A puzzle wrapped in His prudence




Sunday, 13 July 2014

Forlorn

Magpie Tales


Delusion, forgotten verses—
Yesterday seems like a distant forlorn verse
Haunting from empty corners;
But then water pools in grooves
Made by treaded paths,
Mind hovers around past impressions

From a hall of fame descends steps
Or are they ascending again, whence
They started once
With alluring verses;
When empty corner haunts
Ragged, withered, carpet lies
Mute, bearing past impressions

Two needles running fast
Every heart beating to orchestrate


Ragged carpets lie silent



Saturday, 12 July 2014

Treasure Hunt

Courtesy Google


day and night, slowly loosened the ties
a transitory tie, the bliss of planetary crusade
a magical crusade, unknown like the depth of soul
twilight weaving purple and silver into a web
like the curtain at the end of theatre;
she left leaving her dragons behind
they are hovering while all castles light up
and hidden monsters are loosened,
searching a well-hidden treasure up
somewhere in a precious castle afar--
no one ever claimed, with dragons and monsters
wandering and every aisle nesting dangers hidden--
treasure inside a chest crafted by many floods
and droughts, many suns and moons
guarded by unicorns and mammoths;
travelers passed through safe glass passages
there snaps boasting trips around fantastic world
and the treasure still inside the chest, hidden and safe.

twilight parted leaving the night alone with

her dragons hovering around.

Thursday, 12 June 2014

uproot---fly high...




                When rains come down to flood the town 
And earnest citizens really ought’er 
try to make and keep things sort’er 
dry… 
 I make water


                                                                    (Maya Deren, April 29, 1917 – October 13, 1961)



Saline, roots tangled beneath;
wings weaved out of clouds
fail to catch up with free swans,
and as they glide past, clouds,
they rain down back to saline,
roots tangled beneath.

When all search firm roots,
I dig, dig out roots
to weave wings with tangled roots,
to uproot;

the swans, they fly high in blue sky.



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