Thursday, December 25, 2014

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

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

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

Thursday, December 11, 2014

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 

Monday, December 8, 2014

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

Friday, December 5, 2014

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!