Thursday, November 30, 2017

EMBRACE



I embraced you 
outstretching my hands, somewhere 
in an open air 
with the force of my will; that 
one day
you will understand 
the pauper's plight, and 
resurface 
giving an eye 


to my dream 

BRIDAL NIGHT



Hoary air
of the silent moon 
breeze through
a cold winter night 
and 
paw her silvery feet
on the roof
where a lone chair 
withered by loneliness 
tout it's listlessness
to gain love
with widow of the sky
round of face 
in this bridal night 

PAIN, MY COMPANION



Pain, my sweetest companion
Where the deepest treasure, throng

Bickering, life's daily chorus;
Eternal dreams soar in salvation

May they see it writhe and wriggle 
Pain has seven wings to Phoenix 

Beating, a line to cardiogram;
Resuscitation opened up the skies

Tears ply a corner into minions eyes
While the ocean, weave an eternal wave 

Pain, O my pain; trudge me away


to the land of an eternal bliss

SEVEN MUSCLES TO CHIRP



I chirp 
rolling my beaks
like a toddler
hopping an ounce of earth, 
popping a bloom to the skies

I willed
seven muscles 
to strength upon me
and fledge me a flight
nesting into clouds 

Time wings
a future in me 
curving space 
to ping pong 
One hop this, one pop that 

PERCHANCE



A begger am I
In drudgery, that I hump 
your days and nights

in utter vagrancy 
I troll myself dark and ugly
cave by cave

Destitute, 
I feed my broken heart 
with a lust of your invisibility 

Why distance me 
In your higher abode 
A saviour to my heart 

O kindred spirit
of my flesh and blood 
take perchance to meet me somewhere

MAKE A ROAD



Paint you not 
Brushing the saddness within;
Don't you see the canopy
Azuring the skies, above

Enliven not 
The moments pause within;
Invision a look 
That the journey never stops 

Quill your strength 
As whole life accure on you;
Fret your heart 
With His eternal symphony

Forego your past 
That rue on you;
Take all, with cudgel in your hands
Make a road, where roads are none

CRUSHED ATOMS



A vacuum, lust 
upon the cracking walls
that
through it 
I can feel an image 
ghostly in your weariness 
treadings your silent feet into me -
crushed atoms 
buzz 
with thousand wings 
into my inner space 

I REMAIN ALONE



I remain alone
vigilant;
in this sleepless night 
Where the leaves fall
the stars conflate into a dawn
And, snub my 'self' around 
myriad of thoughts 
leaving me, hanging 
into the past
Rippling my heart 
of my lonely wish, and
giving chance to someone
in wonder that he will regale 
simmering of his both eyes

BLIND HAZE



Inspite of blind haze
my sturdy eyes, shifted
it's stand
towards
flesh of an image, curved
out of the dark
and
belying my senses
rallied towards the horizon 
not with a walk or any flight whatsoever;
as she left
trailing behind
mountain of shadows 
disintegrated into a lot
and
in a flicker
vanished into the oblivion
oblivious of it's happening
and, a wolf
up of head
Howling all night along
tresspassing her whereabout 

BLIND STICK



What pain
you field me, across 
my greenery
All relationship
sward a dust
to my heart
heavy with silent beat

Many a kith and kin 
take wings of their
allotted time
in a fur of heavenly pass 
I only remain
barren of supple hands, and
a soft kiss

As I bend helpless 
walking my blind stick
I grope my fingers 
for a touch 
may be with longer hands 
He will come, and
artifice my walk from here 

REVERED NAMELESSLY



How lovingly thee post photoes daily
How thee own, sipping inside every character
How child like thee called us from the 'Diaas'
Tears overpower my feelings

How gracefully I have seen you walking around
How as guardian you looked after our needs
How thy heart speaks the language of hearts
My respects touch thy feet

How wondrously thee pen thy poems daily
How I wonder the healing touch on patients heart
How thy hair blush a beauty on thy face
My bearing take essence on you

How I name thee, whose name abounds
How I crave the oeuvre in your composure
How fatherly you are pride of son and daughter
My reverence take a bow, nameless

प्रहरी



कौन  प्रहरी खड़ा है 
गोधुली  आशांत  लिए 
मन  मास्तिस्क मैला  कर
कपाल  असीम  लिए 

यौवन को  वृध कर
सिन्दुर सजाये माथे पर 
कौन  है वहाँ , अनन्त
लालिमा का प्रकार लिए 

वज्रपात हो रही 
अंधकार अशांती में
कौन  है भौ सिकोड़े
असंख्य  भान  लिए

UNALLOYED VISION



I begged nothing
in my supplication 

though

mummified hands
trailed my hollow eyes 
from my grave -
an unalloyed vision
piercing darkness with purity 

THY OWN



Come hither
by thy glorious means
taking a strand of thy whiff, and
sublime an essence 
into my being;
as 'm not alone 
in here, but 
there too, that
You also must be
taking pride 
in prizing me thy own 

RUSTED; FROM THE WINDOW SILL



Onerous thoughts  
dig me colourless
from an open window
depoting me 
towards a deeper unknown
tithering painful
a part of me -
a bait
of an open space, as
hinges creak
a louder cry, rusted;


from the window sill 

FLOW OF LOVE



Nature can not be envious
of an extra heart
pumping more love to 
ailing humanity

The witness
that truce my destiny
bettering the life on Earth
age with infinity

The movement, that
play motion all around
can not be bashing 


meandering flow of the river

RICHNESS



I furrow my eyes, deep
under the thached roof
of my tattered old hut
to seed my imagination, that
a bunch of pale straw 
have made a tunnel of poverty
passing through many holes -
a safer passage 
to redeem an hour of richness 
looking at the skies 

PINCH ON ME



It is stretching a longer time now; that
I can see
you are holding a glass of water
in your trembling hand
abating your warm breath

what ails you 
my dear!
That
which was His 
have already taken a longer flight, towards...

It pains me
to see you thus.
Come, 
Let us unburden our hearts

You take muted residence
spreading stillness around.
Take a pinch on me
doing away your worries

SILENT BAIT



Lonely night
bait silently 
the melancholy of my heart
hammering a beat 
with uneven thoughts 

whence you come
heading your horns
to bleat me unattended
deeper into the night -
An unholy creature 

I fear not, but
Your fear on me
Revengeful 
I lock my horns 


Fighting to my last breath

TAKE A LEAP



Take a leap 
on your self 
spreading your wings
that
which takes on himself
tread the path to glory
where the moon shy, and
sun hid under your span 

SILENT BAIT



Lonely night
bait silently 
the melancholy of my heart
hammering a beat 
with uneven thoughts 

whence you come
heading your horns
to bleat me unattended
deeper into the night -
An unholy creature 

I fear not, but
Your fear on me
Revengeful 
I lock my horns 
Fighting to my last breath

DEAD SENTENCES



The meaning of the word changed
oddly in its inception
saying the unsaid;
as I wrote 
with an ink of my blood
birthing my flesh -
placenta ruptured 
in a still birth 

Hark!
Vultures are scavenging the prey.
Words are no words 
as meanings are 
all effusive of dead sentences 

REALITY



Pour scorn on your knowledge
if it dares to inter you 
not through your heart, but
by the scourge of your mind
as those skins, that
prime on its colour and thinness
pride only on your externals.
That which flows insipient
marrow inside you bones
Therein resides
The reality
Of which you must 
Churn your heart, intreating;
With passion and supplication 
towards His higher abode

DEAD HAND



I pass a dead hand 
on myself
like a long branch 
broken down into the air
searching for its trunk;
and to feel the shiver
of its painful demise;
sans whole, and thereafter 

DARK CREVICES



It mushroomed afar
A tree dread
vision of the dark -
Fear was all 
till the thunder 
spooned a silver 
and
Rained nothing, but
Crippled dreams
and
Crawling creatures
from the dark crevices
of my heart

TO HURL STONES



Take persuance on me, a stone;
Softer, in touch of your hands.
Silently I lay on the road
Rubbing bad breath all my sides

I weep not of my own 
Sturdy of heart.
But when stray dogs pee on me, or
Vehicles leak gasoline in greasy uniform

All bonding
Filial of all skies, are
Rounding solar heights
I only lay perplexed open eyes on the road

What is this 
So hard inside me 
That men use 


To hurl stones on others

AN INK OF MY NIGHT



A momentous pause
Foego my silence;
No different than the breath 
Lost into the peel of life 

The cry pale 
Wailing my heart out;
No different than the howl
Lost into deeper space

Deepening an ink of night
I write the story of my life
Where doors are against
The path that I traded 

GAZE



I croak, a hoarse
Deep seated voice, bulbous;
From the stagnant water
Bulging my toad eyes 
to gaze the gauze
Lining thinnest
between
the sky that I see above, and
the blue, that
mirror flat on the water surface 

RELATIONSHIP



A footed image, invisible
longer of legs and tensile;
steps in, marching
through the window of my closed eyes
sliding down me
from the strange skies
habitated with familiarity -
its own kind 
taking a sip
on me -
my another kind,
a non human form
doting his filial relationship

PORTRAIT



Your golden beam, ring
freshness 
round my face
in fretting heights
no less purer
than the rustling leaves
breezing a secret whisper 
to my crumpled heart 
painted in yellow -
Van Gogh sunflower 

Your joyful brush, paint
orche of earth 
over me
in much on my blank canvas
no less parted
than the azure of skies 
mirroring an echo
deeper down 
towards an ocean bed -


His mystical portrait

LEDGER OF LOVE



Love is that potion, that
heal every wound 
with its necterine drop 
and supple hands 

Every beat of my heart
Furrow my deeper urge
to sprout love
to all barren lands 

May you be not here
to keep my deeds, but
Hark, I know all your ledger
that details every act of my love

PAPER BOAT



Very eagerly
I waited for my thoughts
to fold into a paper boat
and transverse, towards
an ocean extent 
But, lo
the sooner I 
Started the journey
It soaked me
with high waves
Plunging me


towards a deeper unknown