TENSILE STRENGTH

On tensile Wire strength
Wet cloths hold a stretch
Hanging and flapping heavy wings
Surging along the spurt of wind
Through and thorough the pore
Drying by the warm sun-beam

Lo!

How furtive it became of joy
Earlier wet and mousy dull
Diffusing water drop into drop
Timid of sky and cold of wear
Sprouted lingering the strength
Obvious of golden space

Lo!

How tensile the wire length
Supporting wet cloths strength
Lonely and solitary a thread now
As it looks healthy dry-wear a far
Jovial to all its cheerful wear
Creasing festive occasions

Lo, the tensile strength!

VANISHING EPITAPH

How will I sleep my dark nights
Innocent of deaths
Muted for ever

Dead for the 'Death'
As I rise
My own death

As heinous a say
As humanity diminishes
Prowling deadly paths

How will I saddle thy eternal lap
When thy hoof
Slice my heart

Dead for the 'God'
As I burrow
My own burial

Find me on
No epitaph
As inscription vanishes my tombstone

EAGER WORDS: I had my accident

I had my accident
Sowing thy scattered wish

Meager of soothing words
Blight my strength

Even mighty pen with shadow long
Lower the uncanny mast

Whose call, mysteriously
Clip my blazon heart

Even of your beautiful fur
Cleft my single heart

Doth thee not find me thus
Piling  thy eager words

BOTH

Why one ceasing in death
Was not enough
To duff my organic waste:
The flesh and the blood

Boulders of dead thoughts
Heap behind memory rocks
Cueing to work my part:
The birth and the next

Till tacit of ungainly words
Will employ memory loss
To ruffle fluffy remains:
The ‘me’ and the ‘you’, both!

DEADLY NIGHT

Cold dark nights
Eager of silent dip
In truce
Bind the nest
With uneasy calm

Whence howling wind
Will dole
The price of fear
Where the nestling sleeps
Breathing hunger

As darkness veil hollow space
The dark of deadly night
Pay the last tribute
Creeping heavenly bliss!

BEAUTY IN YOU

That which came to greet me
By your unsaid words
Was the vision of you
Pouting my lips

Not much work was planned to stay me beautiful
All came rolling the moments
By the side of me
Colouring my light and hue

That which came through my thoughts
Was ever the beauty in you
Sipping the nectar
Budding inside you

PARCHED HOPE

Nothing is here
For a win

Why for
Killing and bloodshed

Only a bit of ashes and coffin
Garland outdoor spaces

Nothing is here
For a crellty

Why for
Trigger and gun

Only hands of kindness and love
A fillet for parched hope

CUFFING A FOLD

If mountains could sway like pliant stems
And the icy tops could bloom like flowers
I could plant a kiss standing cloudy heights
Swelling the atmosphere with unbeaten warmth
Cuffing a fold with bands of my golden beams
Springing forth willow of my tender heart
Ever supple, ever yielding, ever to be YOU!

THE REALM

Unconsciously I soared
The realm of my imagination, and
Went on plotting
The images of peace and warmth;
Tender heart palpitating

What mirth categorically
Defied my reason
Was, but my reverie
Molding the malleable;
The whispers of my loving dreams

Such knock I played, juxtaposing
The dusk and the dawn,
Morning blessed me a sun
Coupling the vision;
The real and the surreal 

MIRTH OF SORROW

For all that I live
It kneel submission
To HIS proper faith
and toll my breath
At every crossings of my birth
And,
The spirit
that moves,
Knell mirth of sorrow
And all things that breathe

POETIC DECLINE

My nimble limbs, and
Supple body
Does not fit
To size my tiny toes,
The long shoes of poetic flight
Reigning sublime space
Longer of size, marching
Giant of steps

I stagger often
Tottering my words
Lumbering miserly,
Wishing a swell
To my prophetic spread
An apposite
To my poetic decline
Thriving by HIS one say!

INDIVIDUAL ROMANCE

No kind of poetic Lambert
Comes to my safer hands
Than by tethering my veins
In for thy shackled calls
Pulverizing my corpuscles
Scattering my Icarus fall
Where the remedy gains
A fire in burning pain
No eternal wish, or
Milking of heaven
Does me a savior
But,
Just a deed
to my individual romance!

CARING

If I wind up
loosing you
Say thee not
that
I haven't craved you most
Under the pillow,
Wailing my eyes
Sobbing my heart

GENTLE HEAT

Much season remains
To my journey start
Threading the wishes
Cuddling thy warmth

Wishing a knit
To my 'Present' weave
Much glory galore
This winter gentle heat

Such happiness, this
Gentle sweep covert
I plunge symmetrical waves
Weaving ocean warmth

With mercurial tenacity
I temp Fahrenheit, firm
To resolve my wish
This winter gentle heat

CAUTIOUS WIN

What cautious win
The war was won
Scrolling the eyes,
Images rolled from cornea to pupil
Hoisting victory
Over an over again

Gradual course
In salient pith
Rove lovers moorland,
Sparkles wink from head to heart
Pulling up the flag
For a Fabian win

What comes victorious
In kindness ever
Comes gradually,
Hands and hearts mule over an arch
Stepping one leap
Over and over another leap

THE REALM

Unconsciously I soared
The realm of my imagination, and
Went on plotting
The images of peace and warmth;
Tender heart palpitating

What mirth categorically
Defied my reason
Was, but my reverie
Molding the malleable;
The whispers of my loving dreams

Such knock I played, juxtaposing
The dusk and the dawn,
Morning blessed me a sun
Coupling the vision;
The real and the surreal 

THE SMELL OF A SARI

What whiff of sweet aroma
I gained during her pass, that
I inched closer by my heart
Plodding unintelligently,
The end; the cul-de-sac
The smell of a sari

Every weave telling a story
Rapt with loving attention.
Entranced by her beguile presence
I started pulsating my heart
Holding entirely my loss
The smell of a sari

What seconds I comsumed
In moments of ungainly time
It receeded away muted, proving
My will in crest and trough
Plumbing all drainage, a waste
The smell of a sari

Etching

Etching uneven lines
To thy coterie of faith
And, you are unfathomable!

I DO

Till for the thought of you
I feel essence of my breath

Every count I heave my heart
It always beats for you

I save ony the blue of sky
When my heart burn for you

Till for the seasons colour my days
I couch to my eternal womb

Every light I crave outside
It always comes from the inner darkness

I do my life a journey
When I find  you playing hide and seek

INDIVIDUAL ROMANCE

No kind of poetic Lambert
Comes to my safer hands
Than by tethering my veins
In for thy shackled calls
Pulverizing my corpuscles
Scattering my Icarus fall
Where the remedy gains
A fire in burning pain
No eternal wish, or
Milking of heaven
Does me a savior
But,
Just a deed
to my individual romance!

LIVING FAITH

Let us bequeath
Bouquet of love
In loving memory Of
Our departed souls
The near and dear ones
The friends and the foes

That is how
Night's silvery glow, shape
Our golden Sun

Let eternal fragrance
Dose oeuvre of faith
To our loving past
Jingling and clinking our joys
The hugs and the healing touch
The love and the warmth

That is how
Stars winkle, twinkling
Our living faith

SILENT REDRESSAL

All words pale
Before my hushed height
Yet of humble intent
I gain silent redressal
Contemplating reflexes
Couching many of my forms:

Why for liberty
Contrived a fate
Reading palmistry
To my silent repose

UNRESTRICTED PAIN

Weeping convoluted pain
Down the stair-lines
Overcoming grief, with
Hanging head,
He marched down
His involuntary steps
With uncanny loathsome thoughts
Accounting no faith
To any whim or fancy;
And was tending fad
To his growing contempt,
That life racing death
Has no chance to fancy a win
But,
To vile his doused strength
With fading lines
Fluffing the border
With lacuna of
Unrestricted pain!

THE DIKTAT

Splashed by the great diktat
Of an uneven kind
I rolled up my silent strength
Spilling whimpers
To my untimely sob

Fluttering and floating
The distant mirage
Unrealistic of hope and hype
I resize my wings
Greater than the skies

How callous it could be
Insisting pain upon pain.
I will plunge thee deep
Whooping a delight;
And you will weep me not

WEDDING MY DESIRE

Wed me O celestial bride
Weaving golden yarn
Solaris, as my wedding gown;
Decking Venus love, pouting
Brighter than the Mercury's pride

Milkyway as wedding platform
My fingers lay in tiers
Craving Jupiter's nuptial ring

amour, amour ... longer Neptune nights

The affair engages in love
Marinating essence divine
Sublimating the whole in one

amour, amour ... the bursting stars

I summon an invite
Cracking thunder and lots of light
Ever sweetest in its plight

amour, amour ...my greater say
Wedding my desire!

GOOD NIGHT

I insisted upon my father
Why is there a single Moon
Floating the sky above;
Is she not afraid of the big space,
Creeping alone in dark and longer nights!

PETALS

Not that it spread out petals
Soft, colourful and wide
What held my precedence, was
But the murky essence
That after a short while from now
Your memory will prevail
Counting on my inner joy
And you will be no more
To outweigh my existence

LOVER'S BED

Lover's bed
Flavoured with cinnamon
Taste sweeter
Before an aroma of drink

What else
Need it be
To let the cauldron boiling
In an open fire
When the flare is
Wagging its tail within

No need
Importing spices
For soups and drinks
As the form melts
Savoring the delicacies within!

Phillip Hughes

..........
... boucer!

And!
NO LIFE!!!

O my GOD, ... MY GOD
.... wet eyes.


Cricket ...
Speed ...

Cerebellum, and
DEATH!

Ohh!

One promishing life, Untold.

I hold my breath and I feel
"ONE LIFE"?
"ONE GAME"
.... And
the length of life
Just 10 feet wide! ... and, no more!

Ah!

....... wet eyes....
and no more words!!


RIP

UNRESTRICTED PAIN

Weeping convoluted pain

Down the stair-lines

Overcoming grief, with

Hanging head,

He marched down

His involuntary steps

With uncanny loathsome thoughts

Accounting no faith

To any whim or fancy;

And was tending fad

To his growing contempt,

That life racing death

Has no chance to fancy a win

But,

To vile his doused strength

With fading lines

Fluffing the border

With lacuna of

Unrestricted pain!

Piping music

Basket-full of flowers
Parting the smile deep
Quizzes:

Do thee know
How I crave you
Piping music
Made out of thorns!

Title: WATER Elemental: Water Poet: Tapeshwar Prasad (India)

Water
The River of Joy
Destroyer of Pain
Its water of wisdom
Always remains the same

It gives fuel to the landmark
Gives life to the being
Engaging live for welfare
Of the living beings

It's been poured from the
Daughter of Mountains
Transforming its form
The Saviour, baptizing all

Title: FIRE WITHIN Elemental: Fire Poet: Tapeshwar Prasad (India)

The cause simmer
An eternal glow
Reposing delight
In rapture,
The fire within
Thrill eruptsd
Flaming mountains;
No less of me
Crystallize, blazing
The rhapsody within
He of fire
Rests in tranquility;
A faithful companion
To pyre burn, the dawn
An eternal abode!

Title : EARTH EPIC ELEMENT: Earth Poet: Tapeshwar Prasad (India)

Earth epic unfolds
Myriad throbbing forms
Pulsating eternal beat
Flapping perpetual voyage,
Basking into the void
Invoking the chasm
Pompous stillness
Rhyme celestial rhythm
Loitering blissfully
Earthy womb takes to birth
Celestial bound ‘Garuda’
Brings nectar to Earth
An elixir of life
Awakening all conscious
To yogic ‘vayus’ within

Title: SKY Poet: Tapeshwar Prasad Country: India

How many breaths
Will you freeze, twinkling
And tapering down thy gravity
In icicles of thy Great fair
O, the swirling and whirling out-there

Every pearl of my tears
Gaze thy play, dropping
Golden Sun and the silver Moon
Morning till nights;
Debting earth in many births

Vanity of 'I' only remain
Stretching my neck upward
Out from my loopholes
To pine thy look
In my secret crux

Revealing the unknown
Fluttering veins mine, have
Kept a portion of thy prayer
Warm of sizzling heart
Opening the Sky door inside

'Delete' KEY

With abated breath
I waith thy return
Pressing my eyes moist
To the 'Windows' desktop,
Static and dry of imprint

Roving futility around,
Repeatedly I dab my fingers
To the dead bakelite keys
A non-conductor;
Dull and full of slothing dark

Noiseless to any hues
and barren of any use
Cul-de-sac border my keys;
Bigger than my thoughts
'Delete' key rules, one and half footed land!

Golden-Moon

With brilliance of chroma, O Sun!
I have rimmed edges of thy Moon.
So, if you could perceive any spot
Marring the crescent surface
Let that be my darkest desire
Falcating my upturn

Let me mirror thy golden bloom
Never have I seen you thus,
As my Golden-Moon!

LITTLE MURMUR

Countless time
Have I, begged you
Not to buzz my ears
Cultivating eternal feed

In little heart mine
I can’t hold tears
Irrigating thy measure

What mobility gained
Suffusing thy lullaby,
In little murmur thine
I fled my flesh

To every proof
Permeating my pore,
I trailed you through;
Where my outfit
Slept thy eternal feet

FACEBOOK UPDATES

Very delicately
I prime your move
on your every facebook updates

You only draw me
To your callow ‘Secret groups’
Searching for people, places and things

Approve me
For the penance, that
Atonement was my hinder land

Not all, if
My wings are clipped
Still could ruffle your meiotic cell

Very carefully
I blink your nerve
To your every facebook wall

QUILLING SILENCE

Wherefrom will I compose verses

suturing ridges on distant planets

I know the distance in light years
Where your dominance reign in swirls

Wherefrom will I thrust my lunge
Shoving thy eternal strength

I know brighter Suns and  hoary Moons
Hovering longer days and darker nights

Wherefrom will I gather deeds
Quilling silence page by page

I know the flurry of unkempt desire
Storming mountains and the skies

Wherefrom will I dab thy paint
Smudging heart reveals thy form

TIMID HOPE

Poor of timid hope

Pavement man sleeps.
Screeching wheels run,
Heeding unkempt dreams.
Hark!
There the modern man, sprint.

What race is this,
Poverty plough veins
In hunger and disease, and
Plenty play Venus.
Hark!
There the modern man, rot.

आत्मसात्

मैं उसे कैसे आत्मसात् करूँ 

जो रौशनी बिन पाताल में जड़े जमाए है
पत्तों के झुरमुट में क़हक़हे छुपाए है

जब भी अनकहे लब्जों से
जीभ थरथरती है
ना जाने कितने फानूस फ़ना हो जातें हैं

किस व्याधि से मैं उसे कल्पना में उतारू
टटोलता हूँ तो सिर्फ़ अपने आप को
जब पत्ते टूट कर जमी पर बिखरने लगते हैं

जब भी कभी आँखों से बुझती है शमा
लोग भी ना जाने कैसी कैसी
हवा बाँधते हैं

NOW AND THEN

Even now and even then
The truth, remained the same
and only difference
Hazed my preview, which
When I judged you by reason
You lured me by your dreams
Stretching time-fabric gaps
Distance by distance
One galaxy to the next

FOOTHOLD

Knowing the bearing
Of intrusive shrill
Departing strength
Cudgel my beat

In what ecstasy
You cry thy grant
Daily I soak
Warm tears
Pacing my heart

Not only You, know
To ebb my flow.
I also could
Cast a run
To your search

Holding breath
To know me not
I discard daily
The attachment
Bouldering my footholds

PLUCK A NOTE

Pluck a note
To my eternal string
Inevitability, here
it perforce my bleating heart
Craving thy image

All has gone
Undoing consolation
Crediting me respite.
But, 'I' only remains
Grazing thy look

Humble to pulpy heart
I let thy nectar flow.
Escaping all verbose
In body and mind
I plunge thy depth
Freeing my 'self' from myself

FIRE WITHIN

The cause simmer
An eternal glow
Reposing delight
In rapture,
The fire within

Thrill erupts
Flaming mountains;
No less of me
Crystallize, blazing
The rhapsody within

He of fire
Rests in tranquility;
A faithful companion
To pyre burn, the dawn
An eternal abode!

EARTH EPIC

Earth epic unfolds
Myriad throbbing forms
Pulsating eternal beat
Flapping perpetual voyage,
Basking into the void

Invoking the chasm
Pompous stillness
Rhyme celestial rhythm
Loitering blissfully
Earthy womb takes to birth

Celestial bound ‘Garuda’
Brings nectar to Earth
An elixir of life
Awakening all conscious
To  yogic ‘vayus’ within

LIGHT AND DELIGHT

Tuneless vanity fades away
Dusting dusk of tearing nights
The marigold of your eyes
Shines, streaking the skyline

Simmering in, the lights
From the edges of Gothic architecture
Mélange the dawn in ecstasy
Round the mind’s rim

Let daring moments conjure
Shamming the acts of darkness
To unfurl all bruised smiles
In splendor of light and delight

Tuneless vanity fades away
Splashing golden crystals resolve
Ripples of massive moments
Riot the becoming of ‘splendor you’!

STEM-ROSE

You know,
Dear friends mine!
I grafted
A sturdy stem-rose
To my loving heart
And, it sprouted
Into a beautiful bloom, barring
The protruding spikes
Which my fiery thoughts
Did my thorns away
Winning me, with
Swaying moods, and
Loving hugs!

THE BIRTH

Whatever I did,
I did it with my own
Labour and pain

Why do, then
You cry
Taking an upturn

See for thyself
How, Mother has
Procured, care for you

Whatever I did
I did it with my care
The nest and the womb

Why did, then
Your legs
Kick my stomach

See for thyself
How, Mother has
Prized you a gift

Whatever I did
I did it with my own
Sky and Earth

Why did, then
You keep
You eyes closed

See for thyself
How universes
Dance about your feet

MIRROR IMAGE

The sensory perception
of my mirror image
stands more real to me;
As, it fetches,
My own touch
My own understanding
A sense of belonging
balancing my illusion of real 'me'

Such reality of an image
grip me by its art:
more real it cries
more real it twitches smiles!

Wonder how crystal clear
must be its soul,
on the other side;
Wish I could supple 'me'
To nurture my desert soul

Such sensory perception
My mirror image keep!

WEDDING A KISS

Who comes there
Princely dressed
Blooming the sky
Crowning mountain peaks
Droning the morning chirp
Pulsating life throb
The grass, the breeze
The ‘me’ and ‘you’ along!

Who come there
Flapping golden wings
Wafting joy
In every smile it peeks
Wrapping a kiss
Missing none
But to wed
The ‘me’ and ‘you’ along!

MYSTERIOUS WAYS

In what mysterious ways
You paint my thoughts;
Such the night grows
In every inch I drab

Like a 'deep-of-well'
Settling like a dust
You plunge me, towards
Unfathomable dark abyss

I see no colour
To thy murky bloom, or
The shooting stars
Jingling thy presence

What pleasure you attend
Pulverizing my crush;
Daily it storms, overcasting
My rattling heart

In what mysterious ways
You come by my way;
Leaving behind the carcass
Of my unbegotten faith

ETERNAL WAIT

My daily perdition
Gain understanding
Mirroring thy face

In my utter cry
It pulsate void
And empty space

Wish I could also
Rest my eternal wait
Closing my eyes

LOVE-BASE

A readymade glue-stick
Played the trick
Pasting scattered hearts
Tending with love

'Success' returned back
To love-base
From the backdoor
Of human arena

Realm of material kin
In brotherhood; came
With wamth and passion;
Often blind to humans

'Care'

Who tard me here
Dimming my faculties;
Spinning,
My daily upturn
The night and the day

No Bat, I am
Nor nocturnal I pretend
Still,
It loops, me;
Behind YOU

Why,
I reserve my birth
To my lowest beat;
May be, one-day
Stray canon
Will profuse justice
To my 'Care'!

ALL LOVE

Whine not, if
The journey look distant, and
The blooms are orbed, silent;
Much commonality, dissolves
In loving heart, when
River flows, down
The mountain tops!

Draw no lines, to
Thunder and rains
As IT sprouts, from
Where-ever, it
Touches our soul!

All love, banish
All hatred and all cry,
To Free all our longings
Ever born, and
Born again
In its rebirth!

WHINE NOT!

SILENT PEEL

In whose silent peel
I truncate, all
My wordy guff

What I pen, here
In falsity;
Deceive my consciousness

You validate
Thy certainty, endorsing
My last breath

Whose suppression
I carry along;
Quashing my spirit

What I acquire, here
In grueling birth;
Tax my breath

You shard
Broken heart, slicing
My total remains

निरंकार

उस  निरंकार का
यही  अस्तित्व  है, की
जब जी करता है ,
तब एक तह
वो फिर छीलता है,
तब तक,
जब तक , साँसे
अलविदा नहीं कहती

SILENT PEEL

In whose silent peel
I truncate, all
My wordy guff

What I pen, here
In falsity;
Deceive my consciousness

You validate
Thy certainty, endorsing
My last breath

Whose suppression
I carry along;
Quashing my spirit

What I acquire, here
In grueling birth;
Tax my breath

You shard
Broken heart, slicing
My total remains

KITCHEN BIRTH

Deliver a birth
On embryo-pan, with
A vegetable cut
And, feed milk
As hunger cries

Knead flour dough
Rubbing Jennie
For the meal,
For the hungry
And, the poor alike

If life, must
Be born
It must be born
Inside the kitchen

BURNING NIGHT

In loftiest deep night
Mighty emotions, stir
Jewels of my skies

Jaunt me an outing
From this dreary life

If for thy name-shake
I call a prayer, by
Kneeling down

Flare me up in ashes high
As amber night burns!

GHOST OF LOVE

I thread
The ghost of love
To lambent
A glow, to my heart

In fuller strength
I Keel my spine
To put
My dreams undone!

Specify a couch
In form of love,
When no more
Darkness comes
I let 'me' do, some
Colourful twist

रब दा वास्ता

हजार तन्हाई वीच
ओंठ लब्दी है

मुकदी नहीं, इबादत
की हज़ार मिन्नतें

गल जो, मैंनू
खामोशी से
सराबोर कर गई ,
मेरे दिल वीच  मुकदी है

करदे हैं सब
फकीरां दी गल्लां ,
बेपर्दा वक़्त भी
नज़रें मोड़ लेंदी है

मैंनू की लोर पै गई !
हज़ार बार लफ्ज़ वीच
"रब दा  वास्ता "
हिलोर करदी है !

TAKE OF MY DREAM

This take, of my dreams
Relentless and wild
Serve my heart, untamed
Propelling distant land

This cut, of my void
Silent and sombre
Dart my wings
Like scorpion sting

This huff, of my clipping
Mild and moron
Flare my passion
To thy lucent beam

This take of my night
Loaf me a cuddle
When no predator preys
I keep my canoe safe

INFINITE STRENGTH

Why ruffle your thoughts
Grazing turmoil
Wailing thy lips

Boost thy uplift
In glory IT abides
As ‘time’ revolves

Why siren your distress
Paling pain
In silent grief

See thy hull
In freedom mast
Praising sacred song

Why yield to barge
When you can tow
Your infinite strength

PERFUNCTORY KISS

An aerial flight
Tapped and rapped
Toeing her resources
In furtive glance

Perching longer sight
Shrieking down her prey
One more kill
To slurp, and
A perfunctory kiss

Engrossed totality;
The hunger,
Ripping
An end, sated!

DON QUIXOTE

In ignorance flip
I devour silence
Feeding voices, and
Wriggling my tongue

In untold stories
I cleave my bond
Feeding curse, and
Mounds of pain

Query not, by ping
My broken dreams
In connections all
I sever my blood

Lamp-post respite
A Sun in street light
Saunter my walk
Melancholy bound

As Don Quixote
I duel my silhouette
And arrange
Piling my ignorance

NAIL

Sharp protruding nail
Tore corner of my shirt
A little bruise, and
Sigh of Uffs!

By which corner, next
Will you tatter my wear
To enliven the crush
Peeping my heart

Pierce deep, I say
Sowing thy love
Better be now, than
To repent hammer push

Sharp of intellect
It obeyed my wish
I went near, and found
My self tattered bound

NATURAL RESOURCES!

The gun of resources
Emit carbon dioxide,
Poison the skies!

Decoy the killer
The ‘wiser man’, huh!
Who, tricks unholy means
Luring richness
Bedecking, crumbling crown

Digging and depleting 
Precious Natural resources,
the coal, the wood
Spilling oils, shooting ashes;
The losing battle, fight
Breathe of life, the richness
In greenery, once
Tolled the day, and
Pacified our dreams

Stop! This
Meanness of desire,
The dream, which garland you now
Keeps a round of wreath
To bane you a farewell!

FOLLY

My folly, make
Words for you
And, you intuit
Heaving my heart

It nurses heaven
As it dies
And, you bleat
Lump to my throat

My folly, sound
Drumming ignorance
And, you tag
Pinning my heart

It gives lessons
Parting the body
And, you peel more
A layer of my folly

PEACE

I will rain, bullets
If it turns to honey drops

I will drop, bombs
If it turns to heavenly clouds

I will cut, flesh
If it turns to umbilical cords

I will drain, water
If life is submerged by floods

I will kill, germs
If it breeds hatred and contempt

I will buy, riches
If it turns caring for the poor

I will banish, Apartheid
If it turns to beauty pageant for all

I will scorch the desert
If it turns to an oasis

I will die, unknown
If you will care me none

No pier extends towards You
Unless 'I' harbour boats
To ferry 'you' across!
Where we can dream
A better World
For the born
For the old
For smile
For joy
And for
Peace
Om!

'Cursor' HANGS!

Thought stretches longer
Widening our eyes
When 'Cursor' hangs
Hauling passions
For larger 'reboot'

May it come alive
The sight of my 'Windows'
As Computer restarts
Playing default
To my optimistic heave

Pump no beep, longer; from
Inside the metallic case.
Heart will bear, no more
The patience, bankrupt
Of all reasons

Filling all hopes
Blessed to the 'Monitor'
My 'present' weds, joyfully
To dip my fingers
And orchestrate,
ASDF and JKL;

RED-GIANTS

Amids silent prayers
Those folded hands
Give tearful parting
One deep of love, bid
Farewell upon life

How many names, are
Etched on tombstones, and
Only Taj is made
Still, many mountains lay
Weeping in silence

Amids twinkling stars
Galaxies swirl
Many stars are born
Many Red-giants are dead

How many voices, are
Floating in the skies, and
Only vastness are seen
Still, many 'nothingness' lay
Curious to our eyes

FLIRT

I could see whisper
Smiling the trees
Skies pouting lips
Flexing cloudy kiss

Rolling the days
I flap my freedom
Nestling the chirp
In flower bloom

The bark
Thy softest touch
Suffle my love
From me to you

In muted breath
Leaves churn silence
Rustling its say
Topping with joy

I could see life
Never as before
Stretching mirth
Earth flirts skies

PEACE

I will rain, bullets
If it turns to honey drops

I will drop, bombs
If it turns to heavenly clouds

I will cut, flesh
If it turns to umbical cords

I will drain, water
If life is submerged by floods

I will kill, germs
If it breeds hatred and contempt

I will buy, riches
If it turns caring for the poor

I will banish, Apartheid
If it turns to beauty pageant for all

I will scorch the desert
If it turns to an oasis

I will die, unknown
If you will care me none

No pier extends towards You
Unless 'I' harbour boats
To ferry 'you' across!
Where we can dream
A better World
For the born
For the old
For smile
For joy
And for
Peace
Om!

GUISE OF BIRTH

I hold to silence, and
Many birth stand before me

What emanates of soul, that
Belongs not to my existence

You rumple my reason
The moment I puff my heart

You wheeze my breath
Still I crave your eternity

What must I hold?
To cease my silent uptake

What comes of birth
Belongs thy heavenly abode

Give an ounce darting thy love
Prune me from the guise of births!

TRUE FRIEND (Dedicated to my dearest friend .... )

I must remember
Those caring voices,
sweetest to my heart:
Inboxed messages
And, even if
Loneliness ripens, gaily
To wag the hanging 'time'
Let me have the Sun
For my dearest friend;
Confiding, open-hearted
The glow of my heart

May I be plagued by
The joy of destruction
Let me grimly take
The pilgrimage , that
Which is dead-me and gone
Trailing grey smokes
Serpentine to skies.
Yet if I dream,
I will dream, freshness:
The 'true friend'
And my life-task!

CHAIR

Man, O man
Sit.
Sit by my chair, weaving
Longer thoughts: The reed
For a comfortable win
Cuddling your warmth

Lonely I remain
As a chair
A chair, flung to the corner
In a little damp and dark room

Nestle me: Rainbow of dark nights.
You humans
Do know magical craft

Entwine me by your
Creeping silence
Lonely,
Lonely here, I remain a chair

Man, O man
Melt.
Melt your form, molding
Curious thoughts: The probing
For my cosy win
A home to say own, till you sit.

No More

No more no more
Draw a line Closer
For the thread

Not in many instances
Will you echo my love
When I bid you farewell

Care me for
What I transpired
Beyond you

Prick a needle
To the web of life
Which consumed my breath

GOLDEN DROPS

Golden drops,
Stream down the cheeks, glistering
The stealth of my heart

Drunk,
I swim my move
To the farthest gloom

I know no distinction
Between tears and
The music of heart

The longer I endure this art,
The closer it draws me afar
To drive my joy away

No string, thereto
Hearken me to reality
Without a shudder of fear

Oh, My Golden drops!

WELL OF JOY

Cast your eyes
Pure of heart
Into my well of joy
To make me feel younger

How could it, thus
Become muddy, if
You will laugh back
With my purity

FANCY BLOOM

Wishing a fancy bloom

To empty spaces

The void and the petals spread

No dog will bark less

As camels will hump the desert foot, swelling

The calm with Tiger’s roar;

Yelling the throat, Horse will neigh, and

Crow will cover the message, perching high.

In little corner snake will rattle, and

The rat will combine a clap

No lesser animals will they be

Shooting the stars, and

Pulling the skies

With mirth and joy

Taking the distance

With their breath

Wishing a dye

I colour my desire

And crave a hoof

To flung open my path

WARDROBE

I keep guard, to
An emotional fill
In safe custody, for
My past occasions
Nicely tucked
Properly to steel hanger
Hanging inside
My small closet
The wardrobe, wrapping
All Wears of life
Cherishing passions, that
Gone past, heaving
Trough and crest:
An ocean of pain
An ecstasy of joy
My Shirts, my trousers
A phase, dear
To my naked crawl

VOICE MY LOVE

In what words
Warm of sentences
Will you voice my love

Stirring a dust
Waiting my days
In silence I keep eons

I leave thy praise
To my deepest lay
Before my grief returns

Touch a corner
Warm of heart
To make me feel thy own

आह

न जाने कौन सा लम्हा
आह,
करवटें  लेती है ;
गुलज़ार करती है तन्हाई
फरिश्ते -ऐतबार करने को !
मौत भी चुनिन्दा, अपनी पसंद
बंद साँसों  में तलाशती है,
ये वही घेरा है
जिसे सब नज़रअंदाज़ करते हैं

REGAIN

I take to walls
Leaning my shadow
To groove a cut
Fading my body form

Volatile thoughts
In turbulent charge
Make place to ceramic
Making a dead end

If bricks could talk
Giving ears to my shadow
It will crumble itself
To regain my lost form

BURNING FLESH

Savor from thy
Ember eyes, the
Fruit of blood
The burning flesh
Hanging down
The branches of air
Shooting black clouds

Here is the real fruit
The bones
For the crow’s canine
For Dog’s saliva
Bloody rain, and
The sucking wind

Here is the real play
The double bones
Rotting before the sun
Crumbling down
Embers of bitter faith

MARKINGS

Search the markings, calcified
Before the fossil records
The voices,
Crooning their love

Nothing regains of time, eloped
With hearts and mind
The passion,
Ceasing in beauty and brine

Search the eons, owning
Dotted lines
The history,
Digging the ‘unknown’

Nothings remains of now, but
The flights of images
Dreaming,
Trilobites and thumping Dinosaur

A WASP

A wasp,
Lurking dark
Into the night
Stung my palm
Ballooning my pain

Smiling the spot
I gained
His smiling image

How caring
Life is, in defense
The offense came;
Oblivious to my
Shadowy presence
It darted straight
Piercing its arrow

How sweet
The sting,
How muscular my palm became

Come to me
More often
To teach a lesson
By my heart, as
Is the sweetest reminder
To all, that
Pain paves a way
Where human voices, pale
In all oratory

REIN-FREE

Rein-free
Girdle of love
Doting my time

No foolish I am
To mirror you, and
Pine you not

Reign thy kingdom
To hold sway
Leading thy figure

No death I am
To breath you, and
Pine you not

FUNERAL

Thousand breaths
Weak of weakness
Grows tender warmth
Winning the grief
As The Master lie
Newly dead!

Feelings dress,
Mute of mind
Speaking hard
But to hear
The service
Such as this

Out of words
You heave comfort
But out
You freeze my tears
As other grief lie within

You flit the moment
Deep of depth
Drop by drop
Cold and noiseless
As crystals dangle
Drop of tears

No, You converse not
As it sinks my spirit
To see the vacant chair
And to think
How caring! how loving! and he is gone.

BIGGER HEIGHTS

Not all with a kink
But some bracing
Coolness and
Warm touch
Do magic, with
My inner thoughts
As I metamorphose
My longer flight
Taking your wishes
Flapping along
To bigger heights

BARTER YOUR BREATH

Hold the senses numb
To orb me mute and dumb.
Have, left all measures
In depth of thy warmth
O, my dearest You!

You can't be
So ignorant and hard-hearted
Not to console, your
Heaving 'me'

Barter your breath
To my palpitating heart, once.
Have, taken all my colours away
Taking penance to thy hues
O, my dearest You!

You can't be
So aloof and rusty
Not to do joy, to your
Beloved 'me'

O, my dearest You!

MIND IT NOT

Hark,
If it means vastness
To come
Stretching to my cry
I will shed
Eternal tears
To gain your love

Let me express
My grief
To extent fuller, that
I know not
When eyes will
Get to dry
Looking my surrender

Play,
To my form
Until my flesh and blood, but
Mind it not, if I
Let me crave you
Until I merge
Into your being

दर्द ए रूह

झूठी शान ओ शौक़त
चढ़ी हो जब
चमकती झिल्लियों पर
कांपती क्यों नहीं है, दर्द ए रूह
इस खुदगर्ज़ ज़माने की

लगें हैं सब,
बेच का, ज़मीर अपना
वफ़ा से खिलवाड़ करने;
कब तक हलाल करते रहेंगे, लोग
गरीबों की रूह को

लहू का रंग अब पानी सा
नज़र आता है
हर आदमी प्यासा है
मोटरकार रोक कर, चौराहे पर
मुहसिन को भी सज़ा देते हैं
....................................
Meanings:
शान = Proud
कांपती = Tremble
खुदगर्ज़ = Selfish
ज़मीर = Heart
वफ़ा = Faith
रूह = Soul
मुहसिन = Friend of God

BURNING THOUGHTS

I quantum jump
My energy state
To perch my earthy form
On Earth's top
Contemplating an elbow
Touching my folded knee
Facing the vision up
Away from the clutter of
Human voices, away
From the loving warmth
to console
My grieving heart,
That
Even if you
Torch your burning thoughts
I will be invisible
To pull your search
In your grumpy cause

PENCIL: BEYOND SWEET MEMORIES

The Pencil, hug
My familiar fragrance
Some strokes and the dotted lines
The feelings
The aroma,
Older than
My sweet memories;
That it comprehends

That,
I ever had;

Roping me free, up
In grandeur, doing
Arts and cursive lines
To perch, on
My nostril bud
Rejuvenating my childhood days

Much I use sharpner
Much Joy I bloom

The rubber
Distils my path

I fasten
My fear and pain, tight
In grip:
Forefinger and the thumb
The base with middle finger,
Creating my freedom, own
Owning my pencil
Steering the heights
Beating Michaelangelo and Raphael twice!

AVOWED PLACE

Keep thy silence
In measure perfect
As I wane my breath,
Graveyard or the funeral pyre

These tissues
Bodily compound
Gravitates
Against Your unknown

Keep my prayers, intact
Lest if I yell
Your silent upkeep, you
Won't deny my avowed place

Hey Ram!

You of unfit
Play not thy text
Pushing and pulling
Poor men's tale

The same toil
That gained him sweat and blood
Will give you
Spade and soil

What you gain,
In totality, is but
An inch of space
Without Moon and Sun

And, you esteem
Your overt pleasure
Knotting dead words
Bundling your ego

Hey Ram!

READ ME, AGAINST

Harbinger of truth
Affirms my flaw, in
Every text I type
It negates itself
Nodding impossibility
To testimony, and
Any ethical judgements;
Before my verbal-flow

So, dear readers
Read me, against
What my type says
In order, that
I remain, faithful
To the subject
Of textual tilt
In your every read!

टूटी हुई दरख़्त

टूटी  हुई दरख़्त की तरह
ज़िन्दगी भी कचोटती है
अधूरी साँस लिए वो भी
मिट्टी  में फना  हो जाती है

POST YOUR LOVE

Post letter warmth
Doting your
Telegraphic words
Beating dots and dashes

Whittle your ears
In a little cut
To hear murmur, from
The machines soul

Time may wrinkle
The age of ears
But, what lie beyond
Comes in whisper

Post your love
Saying less and less
To silence that lie thick
Meaning more and more

INK

Fingers hold
No pen, in days now
All inks spills
Sea of emotions
In a drop
By my tears

All commandments
Recede a distance
Breaching links
Deep down my feelings

Fasten firm
A touch of hope
By my little fingers
Stretching your hands
To pal me across

All dear kin
Close my pages, and
Promulgate my ruin
To look happy drying my ink

CLOSE BY MY HEART

Will you tell Him
My urge, Why
I gather storm to my love
Raising my
Consonants and vowels
Close by my heart

Don't tell him, please!
Else 'll wane my love

Turn your face
Away from me,
Else will bunk my space
Quartering your time

What I have
To my little breath
Only enlivens through you!

Still will you tell him
My urge, Dear!
Nay!
Never till my death, Dear.

HOLLOW ME OUT

Excavated the memory
To my deepest dig
Only to find
My frozen Time:
Some vestiges, of
Stony words,
Dead relics of hearts,
Broken earthen-wares
Some figurine, and
Some coins, to
Seal my civilization, which
Sprouted that day
Once
Near the bank, of
Some cozy river
Now
Buried under, the
Call of History
To hollow me out!

RAINING FLOWERS

What crazy means
Sipped inside
My puzzling mind
To grip tight
A throwing stone
Fingers stiff
Holding to surrounding air
With remorse
Overshadowing temptation
"NOT TO HIT!"

And,
When I flung opened
My supple palm
For an end
An oeuvre of compassion, and
Universal peace gleamed
Wherever I threw my glance
AND
“IT RAINED FLOWERS”

TENDER HEART SLEEPS

Sleep, sleep
O my little heart;
Longer the night awakes
Sentry to your loving dreams

Pillow the silvery clouds
Under your delightful dreams;
Wakeful all stands
Customary to all loving souls

Play your breath soft
O my sweet fairy;
What name I call for you
All gets you transformed

Such sky high
You flutter your wings;
In amazement
I grope my lonely being

Sleep, sleep
O my tender heart;
Dining your feed
In candle lit stars

GLORY AND AWE

I saw Cat's mouth
As big as Tiger
And, tiger's
As small as cat;
Thumping her breast, High

Cat roar bloody Jungle, and
Tiger mewing the milk, white

And, in far distance
'Raga Bhairavi' was
Tuning, all decomposing air
In glory and awe!

SPARROW

A little sparrow I am
Spreading my work
The daybreak till twilight eve
For my nestling dears
Fluttering my wings, and
Jerking my head
This side for food, and
That side for lurking fear
And a little chirp in memory
Down all day long, opening
My small mouth, but
To wonder how much love
I gather pecking my beaks

DWAFT VISION

Skyscrapers’ sight
With toll bridge
Tax the vision
Alongside the city roads
With a weight:
The bricks,
The material concrete,
Heavy air, and
'The' many more

Forlorn look
In human face
Dwarf my vision
Grilling the space
Listing downcast skies
And,
Pressing whereabouts
Of hidden beauty
Plying the Earth, Earlier!

ALLIANCE

Whom do I search?
Wistful and reflective;
In beggar boy image
Amassing corrupt deeds of
Polite, immoral donors

What colour I search?
Pensive and doleful
In hidden Apartheid
Tanning textures
To every vomiting word

When will I breathe?
Freedom and peace
In thy image
Grouping alliance
With me and You

MAKING THY LOVE

What will
I do
To your coming
Wading
My sweet memories of you
But,
To stamp a loving kiss
Blowing the sky, and
Extending myself to grave
Making thy love!

MY LOVING MOTHER

All my slender doubts
Fly away
Crooning thy
Ocean of love
O My Mother!

No part here, is
To prove
The deepest measure
Coming from thy chord
O My Mother!

All may,
Pay me harsh
But, you only could
Dip me, to serve you
Giving wings to my tears
O My loving Mother!!

ETERNAL SILENCE

Every word disappear

Along the sloping read

To every poetry penned

Where pages come second-hand

To what I pen along;

A silent say

Dart my journey afar

It stale my time

To think, and

Fill thoughtful inks;

Better are the ways

Where silence reign

And no better, is the way

To be born, but to

Emptiness

Vibing eternal silence!