2013

The tea fuming inside the cup
Turned cold before the parted lips
Could even say happy new year
In the passing of thoughts

The sip in lustful need
slips into a broad reverie
Stony eyes and the china clay
Meet at the horizon, combine!

And lo,
Happy New Year 2013
Comes drooling away
In diapers anew!

AMORAL STEP

Moments resurgence
In unfathomable depth
Revolt in the flow
Sans sky, sans earth

Everything here
Is made unpalatable
Sans THIS, sans THAT

Ocean in tears
Adrift in waves
Engulf, the whole
Cosmos in its take

Laded heavily
With jaded head
Amoral feet thud
Its steps out

PEELING OF AIR

Ineffable fire
In smoky breath
Peel the air
Layer by layer

Holding acutely
The feel of pain
Gurgle down blood
In veins blue

Infinite swirls
Ignited mortals
surges a fury
Silence repressed

Closed eyes
Resuscitating
Contemplating
Conscious rind

Hurdle removed
The last dregs
Worth was death
In dredge of life

And the air
Was peeled
To the last
Layer by layer

A RAY OF LIGHT

Impeccable
A ray of light
Came bowing, in
The touch Divine

With cupped palm
The hands touched
The infinite grace

A small bit of
Tears rolled down
The rosy cheeks

In thy wait
The galaxies churn
And ants run

I wonder if the faults
Have wings, in
The spot of moon, or
The black dots of sun

Please don't take
Faults at my
Trembling words

Let thy grace
Adrift to orb
A moron like me

FOSSILIZED STUBBORNLY

Fossilized stubbornly
Thoughts petrified
All bright as white
Stone calcified

Embedded into it was
Throbs of volcanic depth
Erupting as and when, the
Silence was slashed

Reverence revive
Only in death
Live I say this, a
Perjorative of me!

DAMINI

Overtly the light
Is held tight

Is there a dream, in
The freedom of night

Time has gone blunt
In use of moments

Is that which bowed
To silence, must shout

The land of Buddha
And monkeys of Gandhi!

All wisdom awashed
Water cannons drenched

O, you the beholden
Whom did you be grateful

All scattering of light
Is poor of strength

Committees upon Committees
Bury upon its death

And breathing abated
Looks a vaguer look

She was.
And now she is!

RESCUE

The rescuer
A Reformer
If ever, with
Helping hand
Will inquire
The destiny
Naught!

Askance look
With vigil eyes
Will always, book
The newcomer
Suspicious, of its
Copious nature
Full awake!

It will certainly
Pain me
One day
To say
Good-bye
To thee all
In my rescue

THUD OF PRESENT

With thud
The present
Of the past
Falls down

Infinite gaze
Spills out
The edges
Of the heart

The muse
In reverie slops
The future
Indefinite, dies

In waste
Feelings transpond
And, 'I' fetters bound
Under the pain

What is there
To keep,
In the call
Of whom

Adopted
Time pulls
Into the
Present thud

ABORTION SUBURB

Effortless swim
Into the fluid
Of his warm stay

The baby blastula
Rejoices attached, in
Environment benign

Did preview of inkling
Came to his calm universe:
World outside waits!

Was his approval
Terminated down
Because of immaturity

Nihilist thy suburb
Away from the populated
Worldly urban crowd

Anonymous thy origin
In thy defined name:
A little love!

CHARISMA OF COLOURS

Obviating any need
To pen hearts desire
Held I a paint brush
Hands dipped in colours

Knowing the restrictions
Of alphabetical flights
Choose I in varied hues
The charisma of colours

Marching behind
The layered strokes
Life dragged, in
All thicks and thin

One stroke the sky
One stroke the earth, and
Many subsequent strokes

Heart's honey oozed
Out of the comb
The desire of the canvas

Creation stood amaze
Eyebrows bright
And tilting heads, dumb.

Fingers on the cheeks
Mystified to other end
Who is this other ONE?
The credulity of the fact
Was burdening HIM

All basking in vibrance
All resplendent in hues
None was malevolent, thus
Reign, charisma of colours!

I am THAT

Habituated to live a life
No desire goes a waste
Seeing, eating, breathing ...

A tinge of faith survives
That, I am THAT inside
Wishing to dine together

Does any wanting
Resides in heaven or hell
I desire not

I still can swim
On the surface
Of an oceanic depth

Come O, come!
Thy silent steps, dispels
The dinge here

O, the grandiose sojourn
Sublimate the moment
By thy nature sublime

Quiver me not, in
Thy essence pure
That, I am THAT inside

THE SUPPLICATION

Thunder cracks and the water drops not
Nails are cut and the blood oozes not
Prayers are made and it hankers not
Thirsty one feels and is quenched not

Your high pedestal doesn't reach my hands
Your bright rays doesn't warm me up
Your sweet call blatant lie I feel
Your certainty puts up the wings

Who was there in guise unfathomable
Who was there in suppleness of tanned skin
Who was there in vision of thy gaze
Who was there in the smile of the baby

'm so weak, hove me not
'm so tender, break me not
'm so sightless, blind me not
'm so insignificant, trample me not

You the most benevolent, struggle me not
You the most compassionate, sever me not
You the most trustworthy, disown me not
You the most graceful, unbless me not

Thunder cracks!
Body shiver!
Sky rants!
Desert beholds!

THE DEADLY CRUSH

He pondered deeply, and
Hailed HIM the savior

Benign in the beginning
Uproar suddenly sprouted:
The tumor has now spread

Blisters popped up
As puffed up pop corn.
He knew from kernel
It all expanded

On the coarse white
Blank sheet of paper
Words bobbled up
Temporary in memory

Filled in with all pains
Many clouds of thousand flies
Started buzzing, near
The open wounds
Lecherous in look

The paradox got a say:
I knew, it was not
Thy artifact
In an assemblage
Of egoistic blast

All evil escaped, outside
The Pandora's box
Only the Elpis of hope
Survived at the bottom

Muted, it lay deaf
Muffled inside the coffin
Defining peace at bottom
In a deadly crush!

DOWNPOUR

Downpour drenched
And submerged, deep
Down the pores of soul
All the pains, cloaked
In the bridal orb

Rain heavily poured
And the drop drained
The cracked path, and
Creaky shrill cried
In agony disguised

Clotting of blood
And the clout of time
Made an implacable mark,
Insensitive to pain
And the pleasure alike

FRAGILE EMPIRE - THE TRUTH

Thought to test
The truth, as told!
Hewed heavily, to chop
In chunks the dried hays
Scattered in bloody splatter

A great opening, I thought
Could possibly be revealed
Of Truth, in micro cut
Done for the purpose
To bury my head into

Reflux of the force
Strengthened the flow
Existed until the last
Breath, and I counted
The ebbs of self esteem

Oblivious of its presence
Ranting in rend
Unattached to any form
The truth beckoned

There! You transient being
See THERE!
In wake of your experiment
You have broken
The fragile empire

THE DROP, THE LULLABY

In thy touch
Thought vanishes

In waiting
Faults flies

Darkness dies
In all thy hues

I do not pray
To decipher thee

Who calls there?
I could hear thee aloud

Thy heart is beating
Pounds, I could sense that

Holding in thy palm
Comes the balm

The white nectar
Gulped subconsciously

Softness thy caressing
Lure me to sleep

A warm water dropped
In the years bygone

Now the feelings ripened
In visual reminiscences

It was on cheeks, Still
Could feel the warmth

It all came from
My Mother's eyes

Was the drop
Not thy love
O, Mother!
Then, on whose lap
The tapping Of palms
I could hear thy lullaby

THE DROP, THE LULLABY

In thy touch
Thought vanishes

In waiting
Faults flies

Darkness dies
In all thy hues

I do not pray
To decipher thee

Who calls there?
I could hear thee aloud

Thy heart is beating
Pounds, I could sense that

Holding in thy palm
Comes the balm

The white nectar
Gulped subconsciously

Softness thy caressing
Lure me to sleep

A warm water dropped
In the years bygone

Now the feelings ripened
In visual reminiscences

It was on cheeks, Still
Could feel the warmth

It all came from
My Mother's eyes

Was the drop
Not thy love
O, Mother!
Then, on whose lap
The tapping Of palms
I could hear thy lullaby

CURTAIN CLOSED DOWN

If for the simple reason
Life ebbed away emaciated
At least, let me hear thy voice

So, how long!
The journey will last
Rotting in rags

Many came close in funeral
In death of tears
All got vanished in vapor

And you came late
In retrospection
Finding your own fault hence

Now the music is
Being played
When cloak changed its hue

Long thoughts
Waited eternally
Travelled many distances
In dins and dams

You the most
Vociferous and Verbose
You talk and the flicker
Fumes in the last oil

You say, there I am!
All void, in here
Comprehension comprehend

Even a single seed, doesn't
Go outside of the world
And you busy yourself
Seeking outside
Which is inside you

Many a books are burnt,
In acceptance of luck.
In such slowness
The breathing goes
One laughs in hither talk

Life ebbed away emaciated,
Shadow also departed slowly.
All slowly in the show
The curtain was closed down

CLOUDS

There the clouds
Passes by
Far and far away
To some distant land
Gaining heights of height

Dark and heavy
It rains down
Drop by drop, and
If unheard
Hails heavily

The silver crown
Which the cloud wore
To beautify the head
Was seen dumped elsewhere.
Whose call it was?

Hidden beneath,
In the cracks of fields
Lonesome Mother earth,
Waith!

She soaks all the pain
Which falls down
From the sky above
Wow! Thy gravity
Wow! Thy touch

Core of thy heart
Clouds, as her children
Rests asleep
Unabated in love

THE WEB

From one wall
To the other
A thin thread
Woven tight
Was visible
Swaying to sides
In a silent blow of air
Marking with
Streaky lines
Sticky blobs
Welcoming the catch
Patience throbbing
To catch
The throbbing heart,
Live!
No one knows
Whose divinity
Calls for whom
Whose prayer
Is heard
In the take
And intake
Sensing sense
Blight of the web
Layed in wait, for
Many worthy items
Which passed
Through the WEB.

THE WEB

From one wall
To the other
A thin thread
Woven tight
Was visible
Swaying to sides
In a silent blow of air
Marking with
Streaky lines
Sticky blobs
Welcoming the catch
Patience throbbing
To catch
The throbbing heart,
Live!
No one knows
Whose divinity
Calls for whom
Whose prayer
Is heard
In the take
And intake
Sensing sense
Blight of the web
Layed in wait, for
Many worthy items
Which passed
Through the WEB.

DANCING OF THE SPOON

The table!
The plate!
And the spoon,
Dancing Nearby.
Swaying to,
This and that.
Better are thee
The living compound
Bearing the tinkle
In sound divine

The spoon
Which feeds
The mouth
Hurridly comes
Down the plate.
It knows
What the satiety
Demands of
The Motherly love.
Basing itself
In support
Of the table
On the lap

More glitter
I could see
In the eyes
Of all the
Shiny compounds,
Than all the
Wisdom galore
In stony eyes
Hidden inside;
In stomach,
It survive.

Dearth of life, remains
In the living walk
Of human dead.
Immortality gains
For all inanimates
The living compound
In thy gaze,
In the dancing
 Of the spoon!

SILENT TOPOLOGY

In awe of silence
The rush of life passes by

The darkness bloat
In the swell of shadow

Mobius strips reshape itself
In any stretch of life

The toy top
Toggles between the sides

Even the leaf, plucked
Will not screech

The air salutes
The parting move

As the rain comes
The ocean bellies out

Earthy the blotting paper
Which soaks the moisture out

Many journey traversed
In meekness and meanness

Wearing the blinders
To fix the gaze

If the words could juggle
The magic between hell and heaven

Waiting to shed
A layer of silence

The wholeness of all, respects
The topology of silence

THE SUN

Every day
The crown of light
Sits shiny above

Vortex of space
In the might of time
Garland the void

The ball of fire
The light, never hides
Anything in its way

Many a flower blooms
Many a vision resurrect
Many a Mother finds her children

The warmth
One feels in every
Touch of HIS

Only in the coolness
One could see
The dark spot

I wonder sometimes, Why!
Eclipse surrounds
The giver of celestial light

MY BOOK

O, my eternal friend
My book!
Who called you so away
In such a heave
It really beats
My heart out
In clasping close
To my chest
You my name
You my all
Never thy parting
Will come, but
In my demise!

YOUR CALL

If in your call
I would not turn my head
Think, 'm dead

How can I see thee
With my naked eyes
A lump in throat
Is holding back my tears

How and which way
Goes my barren ways
To thy up-ears

Nose is submerged
Breathing is heavy

Once, but once; hey there!
Get me thy vision
Want to get blinded
In thy azure

Words are getting
Shorter and shorter
Bit by bit
Year by year
Oh!
O, there!!
Limit me by thy limitless
The inhalation getting heat

Alas!
Only my silence
Only my skin is left
How will thee bell me with my bones
No faculty stand my gate
And why should!?

I got a small hole
To peep through
My soul
Into thyself

My only ammunition
Is depleting
Day by day
Moment by moment

Come O, there!
Come!!
If in your call
I would not turn my head
Search me in thine eyes!!!

I BID MY SOUL

Memory got consigned
In chuckle of your laugh
Or, at least hmmmm
Could have been heard
From the purity thy mouth

Perplexed the perspiration
Settled on the face
Shining ever beautiful
The trauma stamping its
Intent in bonafide stand

Even the wafty clouds
Floating along the sky
Sometimes hid the smile
Atleast it thunders
Running down the earth

In muteness of conscience
I bid my soul
Who else can keep it safe
If not thee, then who

An innocent smile
Risen from beyond.
Earlier that, which was
Called the laugh
Was just the memory
Of the dead soul

TRUTH BELIED

Truth belied
In all, that
Called the call

Sat deaf
In depth, silent
Music sang

Deftly, life
Unequivocally
Score its karmas

With single touch
The cradle rocks
And Death knocks

Applause heard
In cracking
Of thunder

In truth
The shadow was
And will BE

DINGY LANE

For only in the name
Resurrection survives
Dull and blade-less

Even the sickle
Feels happy as it
Cuts the fields

In plethora
The time abounds, in
Gabbing consciousness

Meaning gets gnawed
In that homely past
Which truly was abnormal

Need to be absorbent
In our momentous stir
Here the freedom bask

Don't cajole
With thy sweetness
It spits the venom out

You that count me
Count you first
In dingy lane

Never the spark
Needed the fire, ever
To churn the dark

The light glowed
In every inheritance, it
Touched the dingy lane

A TOAD MORE DEAD THAN ALIVE

At the surface
Down the base of a well
A toad, head protruding
Was summoning
Someone hazy, peeping
Down below the look;
In many an undefined croaks

No rope, no wheel
And still the urge
To get away from the shackle.
Rasping his voice
To smoother the soul;
May be, the sound
Could do the job

Floating a dead life, he
Reasoned an understanding
A firm believer, and
Reached a conclusion:
A cemetery will surely
Be erected, because
Death will not part him alone

He could now understand, that
Which he could not
Call his own, was
Just the panacea
For all the living dead!

PARCEL YOUR PAIN

Hey THERE thine me yours!
If ever it happens again,
That I wriggle in pleasure
Please parcel some of your pain!
Oblivious of any giving of mine
The Acknowledgments I opt not
I regale in thy essence
In all THAT, which affirm
My presence in YOU

Hey there! All pervasive,
The all preserver, the all destroyer;
Infuse me onto thy self,
'm much drained out HERE!
Destroy me, to make
My preservation intact.
'm feeble, I won't Make It
Thy sweetness of love, always
Comes with an essence of truth!

Haven't I hurt thee!
With my words, Dear Lord!
Such a speck of dust am I
Sometimes oozes my soul thus ...
O Lord! I wanna
See YOU THERE!

NOTHING-NESS

A nocturnal dream comes out
From the side of a dark deep corner
Nibble my pristine thoughts.
Not many but few pages
Are left open of my book
The thoughts garnished all over
With all the sweetness of pain
And pleasure aligned
Gathers the momentum in time
In wait of rodent, to finish
Eating the book in whole.
All thoughts wafted wayward
In destination unknown.
Wondering about the chariot
Who may be the charioteer
Driving the 'nothing-ness' in total void
Rejuvenated I become, in owning
And calling 'nothing' my own

ONE DIVINITY

Stale I become, in
Every stillness of HIM!
Every touch unknown
Reprimand the demand
Of HIS forthcoming

The unfolding in pleasure
Gets folded again,
In pursuit of HIS image.
Vanishes nowhere but in me

Wanton I play to myself
The real me escapes the dungeon,
Maddened lastly, I repose
My head to the hollow pillow

The vision stretched, not
To the age but to eternity
The uniqueness percolates
In that ONE DIVINITY!

BOWL OF LIFE

The multiplicity of faith
Collects in the bowl of life
Demands the rendezvous
With THAT which resides
Know not, where in space and time

Life blood sips
The bundle of burden, stooping
To the mother earth
In obeisance
As it grows grey

The needle of second ticks
Unhindered and untired
In the homely space
The minutes, hours, day,
Night and the infinite

Born to unborn the walk
The divinity trances
Half conscious, the consciousness
Sleeps, until the wake-up-call
Is heard to the tiny ears

The murmur of life
Gurgle over the dead
Such hollow it was not
Which was waiting
With a bowl in hands

THE SHADOW LIGHT

Every shadow is devoid of light
Why then the dream as truth
Comes in the night

Harbinger of truth lay asleep
While people inflate memory
Coloured by what they lived

All things in framed relationship
Was ready to be garlanded dead
Before the birth of the boon

In trouble times life's own shadow
Will not look back turning his head
Death even will shrink the moment ahead