Thursday, July 13, 2017

किन बातों की

न जाने किन बातों की 
कमी रह जाती है
आँखों से
जब आसमान में
लहू सी
एक बुंद टपक जाती है

Sunday, July 9, 2017


These images
Play with me
My table, my chair, my broom, my door
My windows, my nails, my shoes, my comb
My money plant, my bicycle, my concrete walls
Mutely nodding in affirmation
How lively they bond with me
Like my own, like an antibiotic cream
as they know their time and their usefulness:
How could they be of my help in my need
Anathema to biblical voice "God helps those who helps themselves"
Helping others, without any segregation or slavery;
Away from those voices
from papyrus and computer screen
Hieroglyphic images worth their deciphering, and
Typed words worth their aesthetics
The pharaoh or the modern gizmo

Notion that gives value to my images
Typed meaning only give marks
"Images helps all by their hidden worth"


Who spread the linen
Over the body of sofa
As I was waiting
for that universal traveller
to take me in his talk
Showing gravity of curve
while he sat
And, bewildered
I saw
the closing of my eyes
As he drove me
In direction
I never knew where

Saturday, July 1, 2017

Nature that 'I' Pretends

Take a leaf
by its silence
wading down the earth
A remorse;
A harse wind howl

All ripeness
has a yellow flavour
Sweetness falling down
Sagging skin;
An old age adage

Take it one
by all faith
The one born
Will get a whip;
Either animal or plant

All past
has one way to go
One more dimension to extend
A timber or a corpse;
A tree or nature that 'I' pretends


If all my desire
gets fulfilled
The moon will fly
like a butterfly
The Sun will bear
Golden fruits
All weeping will be
sweet tears
All pain will bear
smile of the heart
All lost will find
A coupon in his pocket

If all that
I will miss
Will miss your great heart
Hidden inside the grave
Will miss your touch
In one length of your palm
Will miss old friends
Pal of my youthful days
Will miss your loving eyes
Blinded by cataract
Will miss our bath together
Swimming in the river

If all is
What Is
Let me do penance
for one guilt of my own
That I have a desire
That works its fulfillment
That I have a heart
That bleed humanity
That I have silent undertaking
That dove peace
That I blare, trumpet and ring
The sounds of heavenly voice

एक स्वांश की ज़िग्र होने तक

एक मूक परे
खूरदरे पत्थर की तालाश में
भटकता रहा मन, की 
समय की मार ने
बनाया होगा बीदेह
किसी नदी किनारे, असहाय
पड़ा होगा
अपनी चोट को निहारते हुये
अंगीनत लहरों की मार को
अपने अन्दर समाये हुये
दाग की गहराई नापते हुये
एक मूक पड़े पत्थर की
नुमाईन्दगी चाहिये
अपने आप को समझने के लिये
वहीं से भार है
वहीं से वार भी
एक स्वांश की ज़िग्र होने तक

एक जिंदगी

एक ख़लूस सी जिंदगी
पैमाने की नाप है
किसे कहूँ 
जो एक प्रमाण है
उपोह है
रंगों के मेल का
एक वही है
रात के उपहार का
दंभ है
जो ओझल है
निशा श्याह सा

Thursday, June 15, 2017

ऐ दोस्त

अपनी नजदीकीयों में
ऐ दोस्त
एक कफ़न पास रखना
न जाने कितनी वार सहेगी
ये जिंदगी
कभी तो तुम्हारे पास रहने की
इजाजत देना, मेरे दोस्त

अपनी नजदीकीयों में
ऐ दोस्त
एक क़ब्र छुपाये रखना
न जाने किन किन रंगों से
काफिला रंज होगा
कभी तो अपनी बातें होंगी
कभी पास आने का बहाना होगा

अपनी नजदीकीयों में
ऐ दोस्त
सितारे को टिमटिमाते रहना
न जाने किस श्याह से
भ्रमित आत्मा को नज़र लग जाये
बैठेंगे साथ हम दोनों

जनम जनम आवारगी लिए हुए

Wednesday, June 14, 2017


अकिञ्चित मन को
एक ठोर देता हूँ
अपनी साया को छोड़
किसी मायावी को पकड़ लेता हूँ

अनगिनत रक़्स है
आशय की इस छोर पर
बादल जहां गुमरते हैं
दिल वही छोड़ देता हूँ

अकिञ्चित मन को
एक ठोर देता हूँ
एक फानूस के शाये में
अपने आप को गिरे पाता हूँ

बेज़ार सी लगती है
रंग रोगन की चारदीवारी
चले जाते हैं हम
बुझाने वाले चरागदार के पास

Tuesday, June 13, 2017


Take a look, my pen
Your writings in ink
have faded long past
into a yellow crump of paper

That dwelt fresh long go
into greener thought of you
have taken a longer path
to curve my heart in blue

Why I still feel pain
Seeing ink-pot mazed
inside web of those lines
froathing through half baked nib

Bring my time back
Away from the internet, and
The crippled keyboard
To pen a verb written in red

Take a look, my pen
In your beauty equivalent
That weigh more than my heart
A rose garden more than my wish


An unknown voice
creaked in
the cracked walls
of my chambered heart
a new sprouting
Creeping up the sunlight
Emanating a deeper urge
Deep down
to augur my wants
for a new beginning


No soul
talks to a soul
with a silence
of thousand tongues
along an eternal void
the edges of time
An invisible path, agape;
The laugh of heavenly men
A cleft
gapping it apart


Hundred scripts, unfathomable
Engrave inside my crinckle heart
The oozings of certain despair
In abounding desolation
of the setting sun
The west crimson, far; and
The deepest point of the dead sea
All forlorn
As a host of invisible guest
or, the
Muted musk of the spotted deer


Tell me
by what softest petal
you bloom my days
with essence wafting
across the wider world
undulating my present

Tell me
by what kernel desire
you voice my days
with fragrance, alluring
the charm
of your lovely image

Tell me
by what jinks
you will cry my eternity, that
I have spotted you
on mounds of my grave
Unfurling your lovely flag


by my sweetest voice
I called you
towards the blue of skies
to synchronise my beat with you
and, when you
resonated your heart
with my own
sounding full in upper void;
a drop
Crystals down
Like a pearl
Dreaming you
In all my eternity

Sunday, June 4, 2017


Conduct thy self
Not in any
phagocytic off-bearance:
replacement of limbs,
transplanting artificial hearts
battery operated

by terms of universal light, that
Falls equally on
All plants and animals
Without any discrimination
Proving the worth
of our existence

Conduct thy self
Not with hatred
Killing in open space:
Mutilating the spirit,
in one go
in our one life

by bundle of worldly peace, that
Dove equally
flipping its wings
Without any need of pecking
raw wounds
of our limited humanity

Conduct thy self
with love and peace


Let these
street lamps, guard
Lonley hours of city nights

to outwatch
unfolding of spirited dance
Unsphearing longer space

With true consent
spectre of shadow, stretch
bigger mansion across the roads

A pall of dark gloom, hover
Over the awful night
Along tar roads

Let these
street lamps, ennoble
Greater nobility into the night


Eavesdrop the secret
of my heart
O there my big protruding ears

I have lost my beat
Palpitating in the dark
Sobbing vainly my lonesome heart

Hear by gainful means
The treasure of my heart
Diamond shines colliery to my heart


It is so easy
for the day
to take a golden disc
by his hands
so difficult for the fertile space
to dig
through the night rake
Unearthing my lost love


What anger you hibernate
Inside your frosted nostril
A creaking voice crumbles down
from your lofty lour

Unlamented you stand
on my ungregarious past
Whirling down multiple beats
Plucking stars by stormy nights

How you broke your hands
bashing into the air
Yet, I knew not
The oozing of your blood

Anger have substitute
Into my loving eyes
How you stand wrinkled and aged
A statue upon the desert sand

Let go, the anger
from your stony mount, that
I have taken a vow
To nurture your anger by my love

Let me care you, unseen, unknown
And unlamented die together
Dust into dust
Stealing the world into deep silence


Far, and
A longer space
Yet near
In closer degree
You beat
A pulse
Out of my palpitating heart

Life has a meaning
That pour immaculate hours
To our pristine glory
The rising sun
All life;
Even if it struggles itself
Till the last, setting in the west

Far, yet near
You feed an eternal whim.
How crazy I have been
with the eyes open
and, still not seeing
The play
Behind my eyes

Sunday, May 28, 2017


इस सुबकते लौ में
आँधी का जनक कौन है
इस दर्दे दिल का
मरह्म कौन है

न दीवार की ओट है
न किसी राख का  सबूत  है
सब जुदा जुदा सा है
लम्हों के इस पण में

जरा सी क्या दिल्लगी कर ली
अपने बेगानेपन से
रौंदते हुए आती है लहर
तेरे बेरुखी की

इस सुबकते हुए लौ में
शेष बत्ती की आस है
कब जलते हुए
माटी रह जाएगी

Wednesday, May 24, 2017


Every dusk, that
Swells like twilight bow
Pierce a silent arrow

All goes fleeting by
No eyes
holds the past now 

Wet hours
With longer shrill
Howl a familiar cry

Far off, near
The blue of sky
I can hear the approaching steps


When passion runs high
seek solace 
dungeon deep down 

When flights are clipped 
Seek you the black box
Rummaging the crash

When solace turns afar 
Seek the bosom
Of thy heart 


You eye on a greater bloom 
with your colourful petals
Yet your pupil are deep and dark

What part you gleam your love
Keeping the greater part 
Hidden by the base of an iceberg 

I have heard your melodious song
Crooning by my ears
Yet you are humming your silent cry


You sneak a silent paw
Taking wishkers of milk
Your petite frame meow
The sides of hidden corners 

You steer day and nights 
With progressing steps
Your eyes dove peace 
Easing love by supple walk

You have cauldron of truth 
That take sip by your tongue
You have maneuvering skills
Taking humans as minion


Now when the window, creak
by the thud of darkness and night storm
I fold my hands in absolute fear
And close my window panes
Lest some visible hands will grow longer nails
Crossing iron bars 
And pull my strength, dead.

Now when the dreams, whine
by the weight of falling sky
I hold my heart full second wise
And count my running blades
Hung on ceiling fan
Couched by my froathing mouth



The sweetest fragrance 
Thy silvery nights 
That makes my flowers bloom 

The braid 
With wafting clouds
Ounce a beauty to my crescent moon

The stretching canvas
Mirror beauty
Out of me

The sweet fragrance, the silvery nights and my flower bloom 


Your serpentine walk, fang
Like hooded waves

Undulating I mark
The blotches of your sting

Limbless I gauge
The power of your fuel

Spectacle of exploding light

Fire my ocean strength 


Eyes have many stares
to fix
I only fumble inebriated
In thy love, and
Squinting a doubt 
If ever or when 
Your stare will 
Fix my eyes


How you flutter
your silvery nights
more tranquil and protective
Than ever

How you chariot
My wishes
Perching on a black rose 
Fulfilling my night dreams

How you come
By feather weight
And do away
The agony of my day

How blind 
I have been working my days
Until I found you
In vision of the silvery night


Bulk of our history, is
Stratified into the past
I only wriggle my present
To understand the need
That grope future 
With teleology of wants
Sans any design or with it.


Tell me
By what closeness
You bind my love,
The more I bemoan my 'self'
The closer I find towards you


When I give 
a pearl to your eyes
All my treasure vanishes
into your deep sparkle

I may not be
Who I am
In your measure 
But count my breath 
Till I owe you mine

When I give
My lasting presence
Keep it a fix, that
Munitions are ready
Twinkling the skies


All beauty manifested 
In grand eloquence 
The flow of uniqueness
An amber of thy love

All rancor of my heart
Fetid to my bodily wish 
Vanished in a go; embalmed  
With pleasantries of the dead

All interest, that
Rested in your imageries
Was sterile to the show, until
I found you inside palpitating by my heart 

All beauty of seasoned manner
Configure heaven for heaven's shake
I of untimely nature, season
The manner of my soul


Let us fix our tongue
On a simple language
From where doth 
The mirth of life, responds
With common fore;
The brighter teeth, and
A trunk full of rosy lips

Life may part us
With glory and gleam 
Here and heaven above;
But let us measure 
The volume of vowels
That play untouched
The saga of eternity
Consonant with life on earth


I have taken hold
of long silence
on a mountain track
lonely, as a cloud
across the multiverse
tucking all divine will
into the unknown
through the upper skies
seer to all vastness

Willed by its own accord
I drew a line
On a single fate
My own communion,
Where body and mind mingle
Unitary of one blood
All that Is, and
'That' that will remain
All That is


When the love, was
Less of marsupial
In a pouch;
I found
A womb
Into my heart;
A Beatrix
To my name


Countless weapons,
The truth
twinkling stars
silent nights
Sun keeps on hiding, and
Moon pry
its war dress
The armour
of silvery skies


The daily chorus
Of hard work, was
more than a search
As was busy
Toiling my days

When the time inched
A little closer by my side
Wings were attached, and
I found myself
Inching towards thy light

So sweet was an end
As I lisped an ounch of faith
And was trodden away
In a grand chariot
Lighter of weight


The dusk of evening twilight
Trailing four Suns of dawn
What else for treasure run
Weaving golden canvas pore by pore

The roads are lonely and safe
Trekking thousand hearts at night
What else for caravan
Upkeeping footholds on the moon

The seasons are all season
Caressing hundred softer hands
What else for greater bloom
Pollinating love flower by flower

Man, don't I love you!

What did you do
with our Earth environment
Depleting natural resources
of oil reserve, of
cutting trees, of
poisoning air, of
taking a dig at our dying heart
fuming the clouds
firing the skies
Out of the one
My only earth
so compassionate, so loving

I know your hidden agenda
That you did it
during World War II
Building K-25
enriching uranium
with your black magic; of
The wounds
that are still fresh
The Nagasaki and The Hiroshima; of
Hunger, disease and plethora of
sick cells lurking in your blood
Populating bad reason

You have
Ripped off peace
from the grave of our forefathers
You still don't shy
Taking sin of your deeds;
Your cosmetics have killed
many animals
Your bacteria have invaded into our soul
Still you crave for heaven on Earth
You have fiber guns for the grey cells
You have Deep Blue
to lame Garry Kasparov

Man, don't I love you!


What is that hulk
of Sphinx image
Mercilessly beating
my thoughts deep

How come
Eons peg mammoth time
Keeping an ivory show
tusked into our lost past

Fond memories, lurk
Behind an artifice
An artful way
to beguile our present


Of those skillful limbs, and
Evolving faces
That eye competence
Maneuvering the air;
Steer a look
of a less ignorant kind

Wisdom flows equivocally
Purporting nothingness
To reason with pretension
A castle into the air

To be with
Who we really are
An abiotic mess
Winning unapproachable stars;
An uprooted seed
From a distant planet


My marginal loss
Was a gain
In serendipity of
Getting lost
On my old village road

Taking hold of familiarity
Plucking tomatoes, ladies' fingers
from the farm;
I kept on following
Petrichor of the fragrant soil
Through the golden drops
Of the rising sun

Cool breeze wafting
Cow bells tolling
Azaan and prayers
Village murmur and lazy talk
Turban and sarees
Holding my legs on a fly
As I was gaining my loss


The night raven
Feeds on longer beak
The fleshy lard of
Invisible whole,
Tit bits of starry skies

Need I be there
To feel the crunchy chomp
of night roll
that guffaw
Thundering the clouds

What penitent I harbour
Skinning the day
Inside my bosom
My atonement came
Flapping through the nights

Tuesday, May 2, 2017


I have taken
a low cudgel
To your towering citadel, that
You daily put
An embankment
Around my oceanic fill

My fillets are
Your shallow means,
How selfish
You put your beauty
to a basic end

I pry into your look
Infront of a dusty mirror
To see your beauty forth
But, alas
Only tattered image formed
Inside the broken glass


What is this weightless mass, that
Envelop the whole body of faith

As illusion gets stronger of me
I loose my 'self' stronger on to you

While the body bemoan its uselessness
The spirit surges ahead into unknown

Dichotomy that prevails between us both
Nudges a step further into a deeper whole

What is this play enacted for
If for reason I never understood its act


Unconscious for eons
Plexing and flexing
The daily chorus of utilities
In organic and inorganic forms
The growing grass, the big mountains
The flow of rivers, melting lavas
Volcanic ash, the trees;
My dream state

In becoming of my consciousness
I have found you
Delta to my thoughts,
A slight tinge to my grey hairs;
Now, that I have lived so long
I can feel
The stroke of difference; conscious
of my change


What is that pearl
That shines through you
Deep down an oceanic eyes
Intoxicating the skies
With sparkling nights
Dancing galaxies whirl
Pipping the clouds
Wafting soft music into the air


The qeer properties of
every form, expands
towards its greater size
As I pellet immunity
to an empty metalic glass

Un-presumptuous of
any doubt,
the malleable entity - voce meliora
by any medium of words
becomes alien
giving expression to no thoughts

The tenacity
of observable expressions, stiffens
And falls like
a house of cards
Only the glass remains
Fettered by dimensions, all empty

The more I prefix, a priori
to the meaning of empty glass
by suitable words
The more difficult it becomes;
Propping my judgemental error

Uniqueness expands
in grander look
fixing proprietary, away
from pragmatic look
As I do away with my reason and words
Making glass bigger and bigger


What legacy
I brace my heart
Love enamoured
It vamper my past

Cosmic grace
Fringes on honesty
Crooning music
Soft to ears

What hue
I tint my heart
All colours scatter
Rainbow through my heart

Delicate peace
Dove drive
A braille touch
To deeper feel


A deep well, onus
of deeper depth
Water my thoughts

How well I thought of you
Love upon love
More deeper than ever; yet
You elude me -
Thirsty mirror
To my looking sky

Quench parched lips
of deparved souls
High above the varsity
I have taken a reading
While I was alive
Roping every bucket
of your warmth

A deep thought, sag
In momentous heave
Leaving all bones and bucket
To the braided rope.
Whence, my strength will return


What is that cosmetics
Opulent of
Red lips, and
Rosy cheeks
The base of tawney owl

Sleep, sleep
O beauty bragger
That roost in
Wider eyes and
Longer beaks

The night have
Visible claws, and
Wider reach
Munitions of finer kind
Spiraling the move


Is all living, quantum
To our stay here
Unseen, invisible

Is that quantum, that
We don't know
foray us
into unknown

Is it, that peg us
To the reality unknown
in dimensions, different

I don't know
How 'time' loops
upon itself
Limited in wisdom, and
Conscious talk of the departed;
A dream clay
that forges my becoming
And, yet ready
to shear time and space
other than its universes

The quantum that is
not Present nor Now

How infinite are
the infinites


Momentous spur
Galvanize galaxies
With no meaner shoots
As all that twirls and whirls
Throes in utter pain


The prompting of
Final redemption
Reclaiming, that
Which Is;
The final rejoicing to BE!


All in futility
I bawl upon omnibus
volume upon volumes
Frisking pages after pages
The burnt smell of
methodical texts, written
line by line
paragraph by paragraph
Upon a beleaguered silence
Lurking somewhere
Below the rhymes
Down the lines
Feigning verses
with unruly vibes

Though I pervade
My own nackedness
Yet I feel the dark spot
That, pain has left a mark on it
Taking a grip to my soul
Unsure of what is, to BE
And, what not to BE
And yet, 'am fettered upon it
Whirling winged galaxies
Universe by universe
Darker ever darker


The telling of eyes, eulogize
Those sweet moments
Lost into your loving dreams

No bigger was defeat worthier
Than, that was lost
Inside the citadel of your kohl

All pass comes to a halt
Enervating all my strength
Bonding a mirror into your eyes

All telling salted sweet
A drop from your loving eyes
You were me that wept that night


The sight of your loving eyes
Thrust impartiality upon me
The more I shed myself
The more I become you

In repository of your sparkling eyes
I find my loving strength
The sooner I labour my being
I do away my self towards you

Euphoria is in the sight
Governed by unbridled love
The moment I find you
I find myself at defeated end

मैं अपने पिताजी का बेटा हूँ, और बेटी भी

मेरे पिता बड़े अच्छे हैं
उनकी लिखावट भी मुझ से सुन्दर है
मैं ही उनका बेटा हूँ, और बेटी भी

साइकिल की अगली सीट पर बैठाकर
मुझे हर रोज स्कूल पहुँचते थे
जीवन का सैर करवाते थे, बताते थे

बचपन की हर खवाइश को पूरा करते थे
सर्कस क्या, और जादूगर की जादूगिरी क्या
झूला झुलाते थे, आसमान की सैर करवाते थे

अपने लाइब्रेरी में मुझे जगह देते थे
आज़ादी की कहानी और रानी लक्ष्मीबाई
वीरांगना जैसी दंभ भरते थे, सीखाते थे

मेरे पिता बड़े अच्छे हैं
उनके गुस्से में मुझे प्यार झलकता है
मैं ही उनका बेटा हूँ, और बेटी भी

बाज़ार से घर आते वक़्त हाँथ में
मीठास लटकाये हुए आते थे
नए कपड़े, और नए जूते की टाप छिपाये आते थे

मेरे उखड़े मुख को झट से ताड़ लेते थे
माता से सवाल जवाब होता, और
झट से डॉक्टर को बुलावा भिजवाते थे

मेरी लिखावट को, हज़ार अक्षरों से
चार लाईनो वाली लकीर पर हाँथ फिरवाते थे
कभी स्लेट पर, कभी पन्नों पर हिज्जे करवाते थे

मेरे पिता बड़े अच्छे हैं
उनकी लिखावट भी मुझ से सुन्दर है
मैं ही उनका बेटा हूँ, और बेटी भी

Thursday, April 13, 2017


बचपन से ही खुली हवा में
विचरने की आदत सी थी
स्कूल बस में
किनारे वाली खिड़की पर बैठने की बात होती
हाँफते हुए, पीठ पर बस्ते का बोझ
लपक कर बैठ जाता, और
लोहे की रॉड पकड़कर
अध्-खुली खिड़की से
बाहर झाँकने की कोशिश करता

आज भी अध्-उमरी में भी
यह कसक जिन्दा है
हवाई यात्रा की कमियों को
बंद खिड़कियों से जब देखता हूँ, तो
पॉयलट के बाल सफेद नज़र आने लगते हैं
उम्र से डर किसको नहीं लगता
अब सबकुछ बंद-बंद सा प्रतीत होता है

Wednesday, April 12, 2017


Rubbing your memories; aloud
On a flourescent screen of my computer
I bit my fingers on my keyboard
The dab of an equivocal kind

Rueful use of calligraphic letters
Availed no use to me
Memories sticks out in a distance
Punctilious of your beguiling form

I contrite at the flashing shapes
The shattered bits and bytes
Keeping hangover still afresh
To the pivotal joint of my neck

I stomp out the arena of square means
Hording my heart with ink in red
Some memories echoed images to my eyes
Some more, plough the grave of my heart


All the world
Eared my silence
No came near

No plover sang
To my silting heart
Strewn with cowrie lines

Channels gouged
ebbing of my heart
Bindweed embossing dull

Brooch glitters; still
on somebody's heart
A lichen to my gravel bed

The world a doctor
A patient, dead;
A naked surgeon gasp


The whole Cosmos
A deep well, upturned
Rope the luminaries
of my soul;
A matrix of illusion
playing through my breath
As Rumi dances
His apron in a whirl


Dry thoughts, enveloped
inside two empty bottles
of soft drinks
placed side by side
akin to cousins
Cheeks of orange flavour, and
appy juice
Handsome and beautiful

Whose moustache
took energy
Out of an open cork
with noise and gurgle
Sipping energy
In a single draught

Bereft of
All that was, pulpy and juicy;
It brew cocktail
of anger and thirst, and
with all un-even means
Started juggling and fermenting
Words, of an unofficial kind
In its empty world


Switch on the light of my room
In the middle of the night
As I defend my position, accommodating
Pluralities of the mind
Wakeful, and still asleep
Writing and contemplating
The injustices done to my dreams

The night is the better alternative
To deal with unreasonable choices
Traded pitifully in the broad day light
Ideal of gasping breath, and
The night gestalt
Electric meter disc, rotating
Down the side wall of an old balcony


साप्ताहिकी सत्य का पढ़कर
मन विप्लव हुआ जाता है
अनगिनत अँधेरे को चीर कर

ह्रदय आकाशगंगा हुआ जाता है

Thursday, April 6, 2017


Sing; sing
by your longest string
The crave of my heart

of my longing
I over bear my painful heart

In what form
I shall find your grace
As I dis-orb my every partaking

Madly, I run
By my bowl
Mirroring you in a drop

You stand by your dark appearance
Fearful of my wasted life

Weave; weave
by you longest weft
The loom of my warped space

I hang here
Counting ripples of your faith


How I pot
my seed
Into a full bloom

The longer
I keep nourishing you,
You keep on
wilting my dreams


He was losing
track of his time
In floating pain

Playing maverick
the levels of his consciousness
with Varying intensity

A conglomerate cacophony
sounded, difference
In the air

Prognosis was of no use
When the end was near, and
He died peacefully

Monday, April 3, 2017


Those words
of silent breed
Across the flowery air

Reposed off
the burden
to tendons in space

New energy synced in
Hobbit to my heart
Grouping roseberry
Sweet and plum


O Man,
Whose breath is
Rocking the cradle
In the lap of death
Live; now
Now make time
While you be
To make amend,
Your terms with eternity


It augurs much
To transbound, self
In evolving fire
When semblance
Saunter in vanity
In bodily existence

Upland freedom
Flutters fresh
In unhinged form
Through the eyes of windows

Those lands
of wondrous imagery
Upkeep my dreams awake