Saturday, January 18, 2020

BENDING LOOK



What is this
trotting
faster than my thoughts
on this island of yore
legging my past
into the pasture so green

Lifting a space or two
Unveiling -
I spake 
allowing myself a little quiver
with my inner truth 
What is this, that
Gallop with tons of silence
And
Vanishes into oblivion
Nascent 
of another beginning
Metamorphic
to my bending look 




FLOATING BY



From the branches of
Yesterdays
A leaf came floating to my present
to whisper 
the truth of a blooming heart - a tree
and 
The ears that was crooned thus 
in its sweetness
took to wider expanse
Giving future space 
for its survival -
Nothing is for death 
All is time floating by 

UNSAID



I don't know how
It will settle down on me

One rising thought 
went beserk -
Outworldly 
World to world 
Sky to sky

Nothing remained 
Neither the thoughts -
Expatiated, on uselessness
all vanished in passionate turmoil 

Nothing remained 
to settle me, - Unsettled
Unsaid all remained 

BLISTERS OF MY FEET



I hunch by back, dallying 
Toiling my days -
Tan of skin, sweating oceanic salt;
with unbearable protruding pain 
Here the humanity brisk 
with unfriendly eyes -
Taking distance by a callous return 

To that, for which
I worked an acre of land -
not my own
They denied worth of my labour 
with cudgel in their hands, and
Bargained my flesh with their tinsel money 
and fed me with blisters of my feet 



MOTHERLY LOVE



If could wind up my time
a little backward
to my past 
I will see myself 
cozy
into the womb of space 
Quickining my limbs inside -
My motherly love

BEAKS



By what chirp 
You bead an early dawn
to garland the whole sky
beating your tiny heart
into the ardent air
How by your golden gaze
You peep mountains
Towards your fluttering heights
And take rivers and lakes 
Mirroring your flight
How I not open 
my tiny little beaks 

END TO END

What is this conferencing 
going on
between heights of the mountains, and
oceanic depth below, that
parley my thoughts 
in two polarities -
End to end