AN IRONIC BEAT

"... layers deeper within"

Aha...so much of deeper love inside!

Beauty thy words and feelings dear Sir.

Thanks for the share!

How is life and death respected - this modern world!

For the first - to ignore it because the person is useless;

and for the second - because the person is dead.

TO FATHOM THE DEPTH

The sky was sinking fast

On that vanishing horizon

An unknown messenger -

An apparition

Hurriedly stepped in 

Pawing its feet

out of the globular air 

And

with a penchant

for an inglorious say 

Turned a bigger mouth towards me -

Detailing:

How with a wider thump and a deeper thud

It fell, and drowned.

How could I fathom the depth

On whose non-existence

I beat my heart and head 

SLEDGING OUR HEART

It was blooming 

of my heart -

Tender wishes smouldering

A glow in the skies

Soft petals, falling 

Pink from my eyes -

A gainly say 

of my heart

Looking an awe

to the state of my mind

A streak of tears, flowed

Like an unbidden love

There is an undefining factor 

Sledging our hearts -

To whom, and how far

And the universe goes on expanding as ever

BROKEN WINDOWS

On a sill of a broken window

I could see scattered images

of the time in the past, that

we have spent in togetherness

Mirroring pain and pleasure alike

Now,

You let me pass 

The futility of my ocular vision 

That you are not there 

for my receptivity -

Upending my affection to the twinkling stars

In this full moon night

I lay here contemplating

The count of broken windows 

that may have been left unattended

Behind my closed and swollen eyes

'Mrig-Trishna'

 'Mrig-Trishna'

ILLUSION 

I have lost 

the way of my heart.

Wherever I go, searching you

Outside of me 

I soberly miss my chances -

Like an intoxicated deer

I search musk whirling my steps outside

Bitten by 'Mrig-Trishna' 

How will I find your bearing on me

Whenever I search 

The beating of my heart

Trolling inside

I find it lay scattered outside

Wallowing on my own shallowness

Slavery; imbibing

pitchers and pitchers of own drunkenness

BIG EARS

How you wither

my past -

My memory is sinking 

into an oceanic depth;

Just whisper

the 'present' to inner me

To croon my future 

with big ears, that 

Those of higher altitude, hear

by the mountains and lakes -

Resonating between volcanic sound and subdued silence

THE HEART OF SILENCE

Keep you O

The heart of your silence

Sparkling like a diamond 

Buried deep into your breath

See to it, that

It must not disturb the air 

Coming out and coming in 

from your nostrils

WAKEFUL SILENCE

Give no words

to my wakeful silence

in whose cosmic attire

Vastness enfolds

Taking cycles 

of birth and death

in it's perennial fertility, still

Crying no words for Her deeds 

QUARRY AN EARTH

Sleep you well 

in my ocean depth 

O my wriggling desire 

For want of you only 

I quarry an earth 

in this darkest dream of my night -

else 

What work is it in the skies, that

Thousand twinkles are buried, in here -

Earthy bound 

DISTANT SONG

Who frets this mellifluous music 

Plucking an invisible string

Rolling my inebriated heart

In direction undestined 

Munificent of the hinterland

Along the way of sublimity  

Speak those quivering lips

Syllable with my fluffy words 

What ignorance I drew

I drew by yours twittering charm 

Singing a distant song 

Immigrant of my dreams 

POTTERY

The air which I was breathing

Transformed into a cupped hands, and

I looked for the Potter 

In this pottery of His work 

Whole heaven melted down 

In this bowl of my destiny 

Casting His bearing on me 

Glittering, and overflowing

I was not me, then;

That took pleasure of my ecstasy

I was His unborn child

Floating inside the womb 

ONESIE

Some avian of my dream

Drew a winged lines of my thoughts

Flapping weightless 

on a ride - Horizon bound 

It is so easy to mark a space

streamlining along;

Like an elucent glowworm

Emitting tranquility into the dark night 

All settled down

of its own avow

Onesie to my garments 

Wrapped by space and slippery time

AN OPEN LETTER TO ALL POETRY MUSES

Even if the doors creak

out of its junk reeds

Make supple your strength 

And write a line of Poetry daily -

The breath of the muse

There is nothing to be ashamed of

A line or two of your beat 

We have seen junkies

Transformed 

By nectarine buzz of the Muse

World will take 

An unnecessary pleasure out of you -

Deriding and deflexing.

Make yourself 

A whole universe within 

Time cuts like an outer fleece

No one knows 

When 'Time' comes and slips away, and 

Bereaved 

We prat our feet 

Let us take 

Baton of words 

Fill the music fretting your heart -

This is one moment, and one chance 

Life is nothing to grudge, but to smile your way a top 

BLOOMING ME, WITHIN

From nowhere 

and without 

It sprouts within -

The whole emptiness blossoms

Vastness as its petal spread

The lotus unseen, is 

Such a fortuitous serendipity 

No joy is worth treasuring, but 

Discovering oneself, within;

Sipping nectar of it's nebulous glow 

Nothing deludes us 

As much as our outer self.

Much, that is gained 

Is the expanse of beauty 

The pristine authority within 

I am submerged 

By the bestowing -

The munificent grace 

of His generosity 

Everywhere that I find, I find a blooming me within 

TEMPTING MY WISHES

Someone feathered down

from the highest altar 

of the heavenly gate 

And, took to my hands 

in its softest touch ever -

Flapping a chirp

to my beating heart

in every go of my childish walk, alongside

Ever that I dreamt for 

It came real into me 

Tempting my wishes for more 

PRODDING MY ETERNITY

I was left 

with an occurrence of His light

When all that you procured for me here as a transcient dross 

Weared out of my use 

It was vacuous of 

my lesser instinct, that 

Heaved a beat from outside, and

Weaned me of my suckling 

One respite from You

Went on prodding my eternity 

And, I of the weaker lot 

Splintered into many pieces

FAMILIARITY

All life

I drew familiarity within me -

of my relationship with my family

with my friends, the nature, the sky 

the burning sun, the silvery moon,

the temples, the mosques, the churches,

the pain, the pleasure, and all

the nights and the days

Yet, I know not the count of my senses

if ever it was 

to check my bearing on life

that I was born with 

My familiarity drew a drought 

at the end

Desert to my wishes -

An ash 

All went drifting away 

like a mound on a higher space

Nothing resonated, nor 

to pledge my familiarity

I was self proclaimed Deadman 

buried somewhere into the dent of outer space

Away from the sounds of familiarity, that

These earthy people are proud of -

In language, arts and crafts

STILLED

Your whole business was 

in and out, of my breath.

I am stilled here 

into my grave 

METHINK

It goaded 

Whole of its bearing on me 

Fronting all my life agog 

It was lesser of thought

Methinking over me 

to live my life, a nought 

Some extant of stillness remains 

to gauge the unexplored 

Beyond the slavery of our senses 

MATRIX OF HAPPINESS

I went out disembodied

Sliding myself down

from the outer curvilinear spaces

One curve to the other

Whole matrix of fore -

playground a top 

The ghost of me was 

more than my bodily part 

inviting happiness, playfully

to all astral beings 

This sky to that -

Soul to soul 

MERRY MAKING THE LANES

I hop and pop 

Frolicking my childhood days

Merry making the lanes, and bylanes 

with a touch of my soft feet

Mirroring into the quizzical eyes of my standing grandpa and grandma

Must they also will be thinking the same, but

lo, they have waned and stooped a little of now; 

How sad I feel -

Yet, brighter into their twinkling eyes 

Are Olympian of their own 

I hop and pop ...

TAKE A CURVE

Far off

from the heavy wheels, pressing

on busy roads in this wakeful night.

I take a plunge,

into my deeper abyss -

Whence with the same extension 

of its passing

Will it take a curve to my fall 

Under its screeching wheels -

Never to cry again, but

One crush to my end.

PEEPING THE DAWN

Why take a hoof

to my blinkers, and 

Term a veil to my life

Come, come out 

from the cacoon, and 

Weigh your life with truth 

Incandescent will you gaze 

The birthing of a new Sun 

Peeping the dawn 

The cause of 'me'

How softly

you settle a paw

on my flickering breath;

Listlessly 

I bid adieu my familiarity

with this world -

Sledging into hinterland

of feline beauty -

The galactic night all-round

Gyrating the cause of 'me'

with giant

of it's nebulous eyes, and

Still bigger 

the heart of empty spaces

Ruling my unruly time 

KNOT ME NOT

Knot me not 

The ghost of my caged heart.

All here grate me 

in human form -

Shreds of torn pieces:

Heart and all heart 

Shake me rugged

Out of me, bodiless 

into galactic whirl.

Those of here

Might by belonging

Set me free, an apparition 

Weigh me not 

with my earthy deeds. 

I savour not 

The likes of heaven or hell

I am my born world 

I am the ghost of the ghost 

ASH

 

Not that; that

no light availth from its

Darkest deluge of my heart

One spark was not enough -

I burnt the whole sky 

with my Ash