COUNTING DUST

In grief I gain

An outlining pain

Paling my fold

In body and mind

There, heaps of

Pallid light, withhold

The pace of pleasure

In sky and space

Standing with time

I count the dust

Settling on my feet

In eruption and thunder

DEAR ME

Biased by my

Silent gain

I split the story

Of my fame

In two equivocal paths

One lamenting, the

Life, as is

The other evoking

My stillness beyond

No greater crux, could

Orb me

By thy any hidden form

As, one path

I keep safe, while

I play with the other

The becoming of dear me!

THRUSTING MY ‘BEING’

Not this moment, any more
No more, any huff
Pecking my entrails

No omen, any more
Not this wheeze
For an offal

Let it rage
Ranting my brigade
Fuming the sight, no more

Not this moment, any more
No more, any want
Craving thy need

No you, nor HE; any more
The self and the ‘me’
Thrusting my being

रौशन या ख़ुदा

रौशन या ख़ुदा
मिन्नतें दुआ
क़ुबूल फरमा

कहे है
तेरे द्वार पे
अब्रे-ए-अश्क़ भी
खुश-ए-शाद
रूह-ए-नुमाईश की
बरसात करती है

Raushan ya Khuda
Minnate dua
Qubool pharma

Kahe hai
Tere dwaar pe
Abr-e-ashk bhi
Khoosh-e-shaad
Rooh-e-numaish ki
Barsaat karti hai

...........
Meanings:
Khuda = God
Minnate = Grace
Qubool = Acceptance
Abr-e-ashk = Cloud of tears
Khoosh-e-shaad = Happiness
Rooh = Soul
Barsat - Rain down
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O, God
Grace upon
Thy acceptance

As it speaks
Thy every door, that
Cloud of tears
In smile
Display its love
Raining down the soul

LIGHT

Light went on
Filling the air around
Settling joy
To a deeper smile

One could hear
The beat, as
Each moment
Have a heart

Calm of mind
One could hear
Those tiny voices
Ridden of all scars

Nothing in brightness
Got hidden away
The shadow too
Was taken away by the brightness

ETERNAL IMAGE

What words
I compose
Tuning these lines, are
But, all broken

What say, I
To my humming heart
Is, but
My silent fragments
Bleeping and peeping
Thy eternal image

WISH

It occurred, that
Stretching to my neck
Staring with unblinking fishy eyes
An ocean of galaxies to rim
I forgot to blow
My silent whisper
May be
A shooting star
Will hear my call
Blazing its trail
To azure my wish

MURMUR

Murmur, surf the heap
Ferrying crumpled waste
And the fallen leaves
Rustle upon the barge

Carrying mass
Towing its thoughts
To destination afar
The journey transcends

No horizon commute
A whisper, from
The dying lips, where
Not a leaf was dumb

MY OWN

It falls very near, reverberating
Deep down my heart
As I echo your voice

Do thee not stand close
In vicinity of hushed silence
Muffling my breath galore

Hold on, hold on
To my gainsay
Was that not thy reserve

Every blink
That I gather, towards
You detach me farther away

Still it falls very near
By my heart
To say thee my own

DIFINITION OF LOVE

The notes, which
I had composed for you
In my empty heart
Vanished
In my silent redressal

Couching to dress you
In my vacant look
I folded my ruins
Ashen
Dazzled by your light

Deep of grief
I stroll my spirit
To that farther land
Innate
To thy definition of love

FLOOD MY JOURNEY AFAR

None can journey
The days bygone
Loads of thought
Trample the days gone

No moaning, cross
My sunset or the evening stars
As I put my thoughts to sea
Moving along the tide as it sleeps

Do no farewell
To my form
As I embark
My journey ahead

I, born of time and space
Flood me
To bear my journey afar

None can quell
The tolling night bell
After that dark
Doing my dreams awake

KEMPT MY LOVE

What is it
In my image
That I see into your
Deep woeful eyes
The begging of my love

unworthy
To cover my face
I remain silent
To your wishes

Urge me once
To hear me thy say
If ever
I did spake
Unworthy to thy name

Turn and twist
My evil tongue
Bolting me mute
Urge me again and again
To kempt my love

ANIMATED HAPPINESS

Faucet of steel, cackle
Burnished with buff
Rapping and tapping
Giggle upon giggle
The moment I pull its ears
Wiser to anticlockwise
Gurgling, crackle of laughter
Down the china-basin flow

Throttle full
I power my pleasure
Quenching my thirst
Emptying all, remaining
Water to the tank
Spreading my cupped hands
To palm thy love
Animating happiness!

Shooting GAZA and Looting M17, REMAINS!

It speaks pain
Cutting my soul
How much greed
Entered our heart
One lay lairs of peace
Secluded safe
The others sweat
Burrowing daily toil

Tattered and ragged
Hunger haunts daily
Below the spines
A mockery in public;
Avarice bulge about
Voluminous space, hung
Protruding belly
To reign in private

Woe to my cupidity
Rending my heart
One time shooting Gaza
The other time
Looting M17 remains
Such misery crave our core
Woe to my birth
Woe my breath!

SAY WITH LAUGHTER

Say with a smile

The shine of the day

Bumping and thumping

Matter of the earth

Pull the clouds

Drag the mountains

So much strength

Abides in you

Vision the sky

Spreading thy whisper

Glowing and glittering

Twinkling thy future

Say with laughter

Swaying the fields

Beam the fun

Calling thy name

HOLY GLANCE

Reason me in-depth
Cracking to my pain
What pleasure, occur
To bear thy heart
Excelling my blood
And, slashing my flesh

I couch no enmity
Veil inside, still
You play havoc
Lacerating my soul,
Causing life
To count my beat
Thy holy glance

ETERNAL HUG

How often, dearly
I clutch tightly
Holding thy golden beam
To Heave thy heart
By my fading sight

You can't be aloof
To pity mine urge
Sunken with deep down eyes
Begging last respite
To bait thy love

Shelter thy belonging
Cupping thine hands;
I pine no more cure
To my flickering fade
Than, to clasp you
In my eternal hug

TRUTH DEFINED

How invariably
You guard your mystery
And
Always I muzzle up
Quibbling thy truth
And
Not always
I do my airs
But, when
I
define my truth

TOGETHER WITH LOVE

Together will make
A thick portfolio
Spiral binding
Tears and turns
On every pages
Of our aching burn

Flapping unbidden
The stormy gain
Will seal, the
Pages of pain
Doing dust
Moment by moment

Together with love
Will recite
Our eternal lore
Tilling every blood
That heaved
The virtual end

‘MATTER’ TO THY FORM

My distance, from
The mass of uncertainty
Or, of mule momentum
Will take shape one day
Luring vacuum, binding
Towards thy nucleus
A little electron, me
Circumscribing
Thy ceaseless confine

Bare entire barren sweep
To confine ‘me’
Circumventing thy dimension
Not so long away
From ‘now’, the
Asymmetry of space;
To bind my distance
Annihilating all, that
Was ‘matter’ to thy form!

NEW SPROUT

Roots wrapped
Stillness ruffles
To grow
A lump of land
About the bones
Beside silvery ashes

Memory recalls
Every dying moment
To absorb into you
The ages, and
Heave of heart
In a new sprout!

STRANGE LIFE

https://www.facebook.com/tapeshwar.amef/posts/4367468241946

Life's strange,
Sunshine rain,
We got to maintain,
Suffer pain and distress.

Life teach us,
In many ways.
To overcome inter-change
and anxiety.

It has point of opening,
and have its end.
But if we know its ways,
It can make us immortal.

~ Anshul Amef (My Son)

USAGE

https://www.facebook.com/tapeshwar.amef/posts/4367036191145

Work me here
Daily life mine
To boot my feet, and
Walk my tongue

Crumpled ages
Wrinkle forehead
Employ
His silent use

No toil, dig
Permanent shake, and
No luck
Conquer death

LADLE A WHIRL

In what blank look

I search inside

Streaming vapors, wafting

That warm tea-cup,

The shadow

Of thy face!

Many times

Appearance flash

With twisting glance

Enamored by thy look

How I charm my wish

To ladle a whirl

Inside the tea-cup

In what blank look

I searched inside

It took me by one

Cajoling and conjoining

The look

In eternal mirror

GOLDEN WINGS

It pleased

My vanished eyes

To bear

No burden

To my pagan past

But

To regale

The dawning bloom

Sprouting faith

To take a peep

From my morning window

Opening

His grace

And

Humble sustenance

In my new

Vision

Plowing the fields

With golden wings