Monday, March 21, 2016


An open vistas,lure
my closed eyes
by its shadowy perception;
sledging the past
with wanton gain
to future summit;
And, opening the gate
to time's wheelchair
futhering motion heights, unidirectional


I slide away
My feelings, from
Hangings on the walls,
The paintings;
The curves, thy statue;
Lay bare my thoughts
To pine thee, not
In any gender touch
To accord with thee
My colour of You
In total obeisance;
Drooping down
like an amaranthus, unfading
And unwilting; brewing
An elixir to my immortality

Tempering the drops

How you shield
Your wide screen
Tempering the drops, salty
With an ocean warmth, and
Feelings abound
How I not,
Open my heart, buzzing
Sipping your nector
In supplication
And forgetfulness
The reason numb
In every thud of hammer
That anvil my shape, and
Mire my breath
In eternal bog
How you shield
Your wide screen
Tempering the drops


When stairs side down, taking
Growth an upward look;
See for it, that
The vision touches the skies
Standing on the roof top
When tears dries down, sobbing
Days and nights;
See for it, that
The salty streaks are medicated
Keeping firm our future hands
When paths, rustle
Along the footsteps;
See for it, that
Stray leaves are forming
The deepest root inside


Near the unsewn gate
of howling nights;
You rip by twilight 
The dark stitches
of dusky sunset
Sombre thoughts
Creeps in,
Pawing silent nights
Draping, fabric dull
Near the bottom heart
I take plunge
Into my deepest heave
tidying unfamiliar thoughts


The galloping hooves, of
Iron wheels, runs
Willing to meet, somewhere
Near the destined off burn;
Where no desire comes to grip
Nor the motion deal for time;
I of the weakest mark
Turn my head around
And go musing, about
The forward steps of
Synchronising boots and slippers


A statue in stone, echo
Thud of silent hammer
Carving sharp chisel
The wisdom of fore
The season's dust and time
Have not marred
The lisp of
forgotten stonescript
Ears are clipped
Nose is broken away; still
Heart beats
The power of an infinite resolute
Moments are transposed
To the days of the past
Toiling the earth
Reaping field after field
A statue in stone, communicate
The farther reach
Of mightier pen
Leaving behind sweet and silent trail

Friday, March 11, 2016


If the dark clouds, are
Roaming and fuming the roads
While engines screech on the sticky tar
A timely reminder, that
We can think of
unearthing soil
for our underground residence
Wearing a seath of coffin
In peace and broad smile;
As so much of smokey congestions
The dusk
In broad daylight and after

Wednesday, March 9, 2016

शब्दों के मोह पाश

शब्दों के मोह पाश,
अनगीनत भावनाओं को फांस

लबों पर उफान, और
देखो पतिले की शान

क्यूँ है मौन जमा;
किस नुकते की फरयाद वहाँ

किस रंज में कुरेदे है
जमा पूंजी मुख्तार वहाँ

शब्दों के मोह पाश,
अनगीनत भावनाओं को फांस

दावात समुन्दर का,
फिर भी आस पर आस

क्यूँ डरती है, लौ;
रात के मौन से

किस लहर की पेशी है,
समुन्दर भरी संसार में

शब्दों के मोह पाश,
अनगीनत भावनाओं को फांस

Monday, March 7, 2016


From the first hominid
to the recent hominin.
Curvature of earth, deflects
the axis of biped evolution
Reeling the life, rolling;
till the curtain falls on doomsday.
To act our life, vanquished

Now vexing serpent
will blow an eternal fire
to once populous land
with crowded ruin, and
by its deft murky hands
will unfurl
the flag of liberty
from the saints and the sentient:
No godly or curvy omen;
To win the myth, untold;
That earth is flat


Whose call, beats
inside my temple-bosom;
Sliding me, down stairs
With silent heart

With sun's diamond ring
I eclipse my ignorance;
And paw an ocean heave
Draining out my pain

Whose call, rumbles
the dark blue skies;
Seasoning me, to pest
One more abscess

With tidal strength
I weave vertex to hex a cardiogram line;
And plunge a deep respite
Down the parched throat


What roar is this
Peeling mountain air
by its thinnest teflon
of turbid life
to, bid me farewell
and blow me ripe

You play dice, with
Semi-loaded trigger;
Hiding steel nozzle
To put me down;
Laughing, the last remains
out of me, shooting

You were never been
So ugly of face, when
With eager eyes
I fell thy feet
And, groaning
Begged, for my life

What roar canvass
Stony ear mine,
When I lay lifeless
Dungeon deep;
You play a honk, shrieking
All my body parts

All graphite, and carbon black

What softer voice, hushed
Over the bony cage
Playing flute by its dead end

Memories are lured away
Into the crowded skies
To shovel its next space

A Requiem to repose
The dead of nether land; and
A blink of spreading silence

Take hammer of thy fist
And nurture your nerve
Commanding respect in stones

I know the writings of pen,
The tab and the touch screen;
All graphite, and carbon black


Thinking the flight
of your unilocular and unidirectional mode;
I helped out
from the jargon of your petit crime
to press the moment alive,
Holding breath
to feel the palpitation inside my chambered heart

Does your air, fly
By the soul;
gaining momentum
after the last cry
Nay to all living form

Thinking the risk of theft
To my urn
I kept my pyre burning
Half alive, half dead;
Inviting ungainly appearance with defiant heart
His monocular vision prime


Thy plume, splatter
A trail of pheromonous hues
Juggling my heart
From tip to toe, and
guffaw a belly laugh
To chirp the quilling
of Nature's design;
So truthful is the cusp
Vortex to universal feel, that
Whenever thee perch
The window sill;
I waver not to flutter my heart, unblinking
To ledge an emotional flow
That resonate my beat
Even to all direction, untread


Lift me up, from
This material sod
Abuzz with tongs and tangs

Abut my being, next
To thy heavenly field
Grazing your pasture green

The daily bellicose
Augment in volcanic up-heave;
Fuming streaking nose

Your benevolence
Erupted the conscience of yore
To task you a need

Lift your veil
Covering my parietal cells
And work thy locus operandi


Pestering the deepest urge
I cry dark night howl
Anima to nocturnal barn

A totem went berserk
In the jungle of conscious touch
Dreading to serve my human form

A plaintiff from the animal kingdom
sued me;
As I changed my human form to bark in the night


You knead
the life dough, pliant and supple
forking a trident hiss by the tongues of virulent three:
the past, the present and the future;
clasping strength
to count thy fatal dose
bite by bite, knuckle after knuckle

My body utensil, stills
On the dining table
Marred by hunger and obdurating thoughts
Crying like a 'chataka', incessantly
with parched throats
and plaintive hearts
consumed by the fire
of burning thirst

Why to belch life
consuming the vast inert
In the arena of smaller kitchen space.
Let the inlets, peep;
Unborn and eternal