I can live
With meager of food
Only my sight
Obeys not
Thy beat
Dispersed
In agony of
My wait
O my dear!
O My lovely Dear!
How much long enough
My eyes will turn to Sky
And gurgle an ocean
To my throat
Long my breath stretches
Long my journey halt.
Art in act
Dough the clay
Twist and turn
Moments slice
Marking live
The bliss-day
He was born
On the stage
Called life
Body bedecked
With glory n gaze
Mounted with
Hats of compassion
Heaved love
Inside the heart
In every air
He inhaled
And when the time
Came for departure
Every particle of
Glittering sands
The make of body clay
Spake the language
In universal truth:
Soul takes you beyond
The bury of body rust!
Very strongly
I revolted
To the notion, that
I can't see with
YOUR eyes
And quite suddenly
What quirk fancy
My mind grasped:
A wail from my own;
Aghast, my mouth opened
Flooded with tears
I tore all presumptions
Sat besides
By the little corner
Weighing the thoughts
Delivered by iron will
And questioning
"I can't see with
YOUR eyes"!
Leaves of trees
Rustle a whisper
Towards the haughty
Look of pinion grass
Syawing to measure
The length of height
To which tree grows
Its tanned branches
What tiny strength
The grass reaps
Many bold trees
Float the dust
In storm so strong
Lapped with envy
Sheds autumn leaves
To join the party
In whisper of grass
IT bleeds miracle
In seminal growth
Where one could see
The creepers grow
Inside shrouded walls
Peeping through
The shell cracks.
In umbilical cut
Still with love
The freedom bask.
What swan clouds
Tread in grey white
Tilts an open gaze
And parted beaks
Platter a quack
Flooding the path
In motion thought
All transmuting
All morphing
To the divine will