Monday, October 12, 2020

FLAPPING



In what supplication
I took rosary
of revolving planets 
Counting its beads;
Searching in between
its stretching silence
the extension of my prayers, and
Still could not get hold of His image.
Darkness
Luring on me -
No use turning an owl eye
to all our wants 
Slithering in the dark, and
then flapping!

Feel of my heart

 




Even if I am meagre of resources
to offshoot my helping hands
For Kerela flood victims

Even if my books won't sell
As the bane of my language
In lieu of monetay relief for God's own country

Even if I am not sturdy built 
To stop the flooding water, from
Entering into the houses 

Even if I minor my worth 
Worthless that I am
From angle to edges 

I donate my
Whole month's salary
For the immediate need of the crying heart 

HERE I DONATE!


INNER SANCTUM



What shadow is this
Rolling so smoothly
Over the steps of a temple 

How mystic of your Azaan
from the minarets -
The mosque started following you 
in direction of bells 
Jingling a nod 

By what light 
You melt, without a smoke;
A 'diya' still burns 
inside my inner sanctum 
Welcoming you 
Heart to heart


FIRST ALPHABET



Father, O my mother!
The first alphabet that
You taught me to write in my nascent years of my growing -
holding my hand, lovingly and firmly between my fingers
on a four ruled lines of my blank copy 
Have, now taken a hold of your hands 
in your old age, sagging and brittle
Ushering me towards your
Eternal wisdom 
Supple and most beautiful -
A cursive handwriting spooning a feed 
Silver to my wishes, showering all your golden blessings




MARCHING IN RESPECT



What is this 
of your white smoke -
An apparition 
Creeping out
from the pyre
Towards the skies

Do you have an affinity
Towards bonding -
Helical to heaven and Earth 
A long array of 
Planetary caravan, are seen
Marching in respect 



WHISTLE



What deafness 
layered on me 
A storm came in a jiffy, and mutely
Bundled me away 

What wants, you love
by running your time
As you gave space
to my vastness

By what pretension
You live on my last breath
As you blow whistle 
Through my bone marrow 

ROOTING A ROSE


I am not an enemy of you
But
What made me restless, was
The heart of a thorn, that sipped
All my blood, and 
Started roaring a smile atop -
Rose buds began to bloom,
Rooting
from deeper wounds of my heart 


COULDRON



I have put a couldron
Over, into my hands
What need I ask for
Or what need I be given
is His magnanimous mystery 

FUTILITY



No gaiety, worked 
Wonder for me 
by its lighter trajectory
Neither the night
Sledged, towards
by its brighter moon
I went on hoving 
On the periphery
of undefined curvature -
Between space and time
And lo
It masticated a whole out of me, and
Left a residue
To ponder upon it's futility 

Lahron ki hansi

 


Lahron ki hansi par
Kabhi ethlata hun mai
Kabhi khwab ban 
Asma se baras jata hun mai 

Waqt ki sargosi se
Paiham hai rat aur din ka hona 
Chand lamhon par
nidhal sa pare rahna

Gairat me amada hai 
Ruh ka phikramand hona 
Warna samudar me
Ye tuphan sa kyun hai 



Saturday, October 10, 2020

MY UNCONSCIOUS REIGN



You work many seasons
on this Earth
How many seasons did you see, working 
to enliven your grave 

Since there is a pause to my consciousness here.
I have visitors from my unconscious reign 
Surpassing the earthy mound 
And, lo
I own a freedom
Up above the six dimensions 
Mesmerizing me, and All










POWER TO YOUR EYES




You hawk a fin 

under an oceanic world 

Did you not see 

What ho halla is clamouring about

in the air

among the winged birds.

By what consent 

You overturned your faith 

plunging a splash 

Did you discern more

Coterie of your aqueous friends

Giving power to your eyes 

POWER TO YOUR EYES



You hawk a fin 
under an oceanic world 
Did you not see 
What ho halla is clamouring about
in the air
among the winged birds.
By what consent 
You overturned your faith 
plunging a splash 
Did you discern more
Coterie of your aqueous friends
Giving power to your eyes 


OLD HUT



What is this flickering
of pale murkey light
Simmering out thached
through an old hut -
Painful whispering of an aged couple 
A lone octogenarian

It is mid night
of shattering wishes
Tattered windows and a slippery door
Breathing weak of heart -
Higher pitch 
for a grim unknown 

What are needs
of their bosom talk
A longing for togetherness
Twinkling distant stars with their closed eyes
Shooting upwards
Last wishes of their lonely heart 

बेजार नहीं है

 बेजार नहीं है दरख्तों में फूलों और फलों का जज्ब-ए-असर होना

अब तो दस्तरख्वान में भी फलों की नुमाइस सब्ज होती है

बेजार = Futility
जज्ब-ए-असर = Drawing of effect
दस्तरख्वान = Tablecloth
सब्ज = Greenery

It is not futile to be born on seasonal trees
It is much to give respect after the demise 

तेरे वस्ल

 तेरे वस्ल की अब क्या ताकीद करूँ 

अदावत-ए-हसरत फर्द-ओ-बसर्  है
What need I say to our Union,
It is between me and my God.


How can I say criticism of our Union.
It is all war between me and you.

UNBORN



What commotion is this
That play heavenly upon me
I have never been more distracted
Than this making of the world
I was of nature orbless
Yet you exploded my whole
What peace I regailed, unborn
You destroyed it in a go 

TREACHERY OF PAIN


What need I say 
What needs to say
All went berserk 
in this hoofing night 
Galloping with longer strides -
The treachery of pain 
Out stepping, me 
Betraying my trust 
Howling in the dark

SWING



I swing, heavily
On not so salubrious a spirit
And keep my dreams awake
Lest it will honk a chill
To my bone marrow 





VORTEX WITHIN



I took my heart 
to a dusty storm -
Tornado
And, found
My own figure
Bulging up from the vortex, within 

From the strands of
Wilderness
Was I born -
No less of respite
Than a volcanic art 
Sprinting miles of ashes, afar

I bind my world
with the feet of possiblities -
All frenzy 
Did you not see, how
my words
Got flittering away 






BABY TO MY DREAMS



What is this 
of your bearing
that gives golden touch 
to your smile
How, with lighter veins 
You come by the dawn, and 
Take all my pains away 
Chirping 

Not one 
But all nest 
In oeuvre of your art
Rainbow to my dreams
How beautiful the dance of a peacock
How is it golden, and green
It frolic my heart
A baby to my dreams




THE DAY I VISITED L.H. - 14



The day I visited L.H. No - 14
all in the name of Poetry
All ceiling fans were running
the desky chair wore a forlorn look -
Waiting the muse to fur its wings

A little while ago attendance was marked on a sheet of paper.
All was set 
To cup in their divine afflatus 
in whose inspiration the aura was filled 

And lo
Barring a few 
It wore out 
in a flick of a second 
And drew an ulterior outline 

May it be remembered -
Not all comes slicking in 
by ivory oil 
All worth comes 
by wait and perseverance

Some left
Some in unwillingness
Pulled out in absence
Poetry looked in awe
of it's own making

I feel a minor 
in all your exuberance 
Cheerfulness, and high spirit
All Amen 
In wishes galore 



Naman _()_

ZEPHYR OF MY SOUL



I looked zephyr
for my soul 
And found -
Revolving planets
Whirling galaxies, and
Expanding universes 
Sans any air on it 

TUG



There is no easy way
out here
for my detachment  
Why then there is a tug
Between me and my shadow

'SELF'


Colour the canvas
Giving none to your brush.
See, 
How the images
Peeps out -
Seeping through your eyes;
Neither is imprinted
Nor takes a form 
All is purely inwoven 
By an interplay of trust 
Between 'self' and my providence 

HOW LONELY



How cold
The season is.
How lonely is the fan
hanging from the ceiling -
Unmoving

TO OWN



To own, and
Let it happen 
How transient life is

To bloom, and
Wither away 
How shrivelled an end

A vase
to all space
Embellished with planetary flowers 

I affirm 
My stay
How untrue I am 




LONELY PLANET



We have played a bad game
Over our transient life
We have mauled Nature
with axes and blades
And yet puff our heart
with broader chest

No new earth, is
Our lonely planet 
We are a part 
of her caring and kinder soul
The spirit we lag 
To forth our heart 

TO FRET


I fret my lonely tune 
dissolving earth and sky 
over the horizon 
And lament a cry -
All that truly Is
Is an illusion of the bygone 
All that Is
Is delusion of the present


I DO MY OWN POETRY


A great vulture, swished down 
flapping the sky
longer of curved talons
Puzzling me by its flight 
 
It is how, some -
The wintery migrant 
Pen their vagrant poems 
Cusping their thoughts a little 

And when the shadow
Slides down on the earth surface
They know their prey 
And are in wait for the "likes".

It is a sin to 'like' and comment
Where they feed on carrion.
I am yet alive, and 
Do my own poetry 



SOUVENIR



Sip your pain 
Wider of mouth
See, how 
it is aligned sweetly
with your blood 

No new thread
Needle my attire
The same old cloth 
Wear a new birth
On a different body 

Attachment worry me
Branching its seasonal arms,
Detachment 
Play silently 
On the falling leaves 

Take no eye
On a departed moment 
Are we not, rowing
the same boat
from time immemorial 

Sip you there 
The working of your deeds, now
Time never runs backwards
To hand you out, but
A souvenir of a grave 





THE MUSE IN YOU


No less achievement 
Is this -
A blessing and a booster
for the muse in you

Let us be thankful
to reverend all
for the opportunity
accrued to us 

Engrave yourself
On every second of your doings
Let moment speak
The beating your heart 

No less achievement 
Is this -
For who You are
To that I pledge my being 

HEAVENY HUMAN


What is this fire
of my breath
Fanning my life
Towards blue skies

I'm no old monk
Guarding the Himalayas 
Heaveny rodent I am 
Passing newly dug grave 

Take no colour 
of my soul 
I am as klaidescopic 
As are heavenly humans 


WORMS CRAWL UNDISTURBED



How is it that
the marble of the tomb
weighs over you, and
your invisible feet 
roam about the fields
like a familiar ghost -
for their dust
feeds the roots of trees 

Your flesh, that
lived once 
have melted 
Your absence is thick
impenetrable nothingness
where worms crawl undisturbed
All have perished 
Under the avid earth 

HOSPITALITY



In every biking
on a rugged road 
I prefer my straighten look 
Not to go beserk 

Yet, into the chaotic spread
I let go 
the meaning of traffic signal
That rule the road

Sighting the temporal affair
I too lie down 
Dreaming
the hospitality of trekking 


ATTACHMENT



Your attachment, ripples me
An oceanic whisper
But
Why for -
And what roar you bellow 
over my head;
Is that 'm deaf 
of your lightning
Cracking into my ears

I have lent my ears
towards lighter wings, that
Flutter 
The depth of an oceanic flow
But
Why -
What curvature
You turn the space 
All comes peeping me, east to west







YO ETERNAL



You only can roll a dice 
on a quizzical surface 
I have a smooth chance
Birthing me somewhere else

I can't deny your existence, per se
in every inch of your space 
I am still boundless 
Taking flight on every second of my bearing 

You take pride 
in every wakeful cry
I am yo eternal
Unearthing the dead in resurrection 


RIGHTS



Empty stomach 
beat poor man's heart, out;
And the rich juggle
Their silver spoons, in and out 

They have bigger bowls
to extend their reach, empty-handed;
And the obese throw stale food 
From the city high windows 

Poor crush their bones 
to feel their feed 
Rich satiate their double stomach
Cutting poor man's rights



FREEZING POINT


How cool 
is the stitching of this clear night 
in this rainless 
hot days -
The month of July; and
It orbed me whole
By its silvery light 
Threading me 
into icicles of dreams
at its freezing point



YONDER I FLY



Yonder I fly 
by my winged thoughts
No less obscure, 
But more alive at my end, than
What You bane on my existence 
with tons of weight -
Fettered bound 

There are lighter worlds
to enrich me 
out of this mass 
Where I could seek refuge
without giving any dimension
of its bearing on me -
Yonder I fly by my winged thoughts 




WHO I AM



l write with my muted self
the becoming of my trustworthiness
but, when the getting trudge 
along the lines of my breath 
I loose my spontaneity, that bubble
incipient to my existence or 
sans of it
Eroding all:
Which was proving "Who I am!"

OXIDES OF IRON



Chance with perfection
the heart, that 
beckons on you 
Let not trickery; comes
to bait on you 

There is much
to do at our bidding
Just line your heart 
with the other
Where two ends meet 

Trump your highest bridge
And traverse 
Winning a trick 
Not always the blood is coated
with the oxides of iron 

CRACKLE IN SPACE



I have seen
the cutting of silent flames
How undulating like a brush
it crackle 
the space -
The whole sky 
seems to be burning
Painting its own art 

ONLY IN LIFE



Only in life
We are struck to live images 
Mired into our becoming -
to path, or self aggrandizing 

It always crumbles down
to dust
Which breath space and time
Taking an invisible shape 

Heart have an aortic beat 
And, all seems oxygenated
to have an eclectic feel
What Is, is the rumbling of my existence per se

I have the charm of a mendicant:
By begging I live
By faith I owe myself a grave 
Frugality is parceled to it's utmost end 



SAGA OF A WARTIME



What is that 
of your eyesight, that
Catapult pellets 
through your loving eyes 
Gaining acceptance
by a hit 
Until then my heart was as turbid 
as a dusty storm 
taking penance 
in all disturbances by the air
Now, that
You have whetted me 
by your magical skills
I am enlivened 
More than what 
a warm breath could define -
The whole saga of a wartime 


TO SAVOR



What is this
Enamoured,
That I look into you 
Rolling my eyes
As I beg by my small hands
You give me a bigger sky 
to savor my being
with love and compassion

DREAMS ALIVE



How old I am 
flowing by my white beards 
in the loving light of the Moon -
As it spin silver yarn
to my dreamy eyes 

A cool reflection comes
in every wakeful silence
by my protruding vision -
Did she know 
How young I feel unblinking my eyes

Eons have passed
Guessing my age 
I myself have kept a theft to my 'Self'
Knowing that you will question my age in my next birth
That is how I am keeping my dreams alive 


KINK



We are spinning Top
Caught between the maze of past and the future
As
'I' topples down;
Present vanishes 
mirroring nothing -
A sharp kink 
to our understanding of 'Nothingness' 

THE SHEEN ON MY FACE



After repeated 
Knot and unknot -
The shoe laces

Bending and unbending
about my body posture

My shoes shown 
like a buttons on my shirt
that too
have become
a shoe lace of sort 
Buttoning and unbuttoning
The sheen on my beaming face

WAFER SPACE


If the space could, crisp;
Every walking time will
Make a crunchy sound
Muffin to my inner heart
And 
Here I go with broader feet
Steady in walk -
Wafer and lot more 

BLESSINGS



How time slips by 
Taking a greater hold on our 'Self' -
A fledgling towards flapping wings 
To measure skies 
in all its freedom and benediction 
Lest we keep our head high 
with strength of the heart
in faithful obedience towards His will
May you mark your heights
With a shining glory, for
I wish you the very fruit of my blessings -

TRUE SMILE



What is this 
A pearl sitting on a lonely leaf -
Did it surged an ocean, upturning
Waves into skies
Digging a treasure 
Whole of the night 

Labour never cast a shadow
in woeful tears
But bear fruits 
On the branches of perennial trees 
with a soft glister
of a true smile



MASTERPIECE



If the words, could
take wings
like a fire-fly
Night thoughts would glow 
into starry skies 
Many outpost will surrender, down
from their lier above, that is 
resting on a pillow of clouds
That is how comets fall
trailing its wishes, and 
Stars twinkle blinking their eyes -
Pivoting universes to whirl inside bigger space, tiny in stature, yet bigger of heart
as if knowing: 
How lusciously have I powered my wordy stroke
All came bundling down 
Painting masterpieces of my thoughts

TANNING THE HEART



It was mark of a genuine art
when your words 
took the form of a brush
and
painted the whole sky -
Vast canvas
with multi hued colours 
Tanning the heart 
with a will, and
Much more 
of a pulsating universes

DAVID IN STONE



You took boon
Out of my chiseling hands
posing
David in stone, - Naked

What else you pillage
in your beauteous silence
My heart pumps 
dry blood,
into my invisible veins
colourless


ROADS



Traffic on the roads -
Wheels, dogs and potholes
Safety blinks from a distant corner 
Green, yellow and red

Pieces of flesh -
Splinter an art on concrete
Like vegetables raw and pulp 
Blind of sight people move on

An invitation card -
"Let us go for a movie tonight"
Not all was good; later
They took my funeral procession 

LEVEL MY JOY



It was all
these sweet little tiny toys
Bunnies, Donald ducks, Bears, aeroplanes, ships and all...
painted on my amber coloured bed sheet, that
did not let me sleep -
It played with me whole night
Pinching me, pucking me 
Hovering around, whistling on me
Returning a crawl to my dreams

How sad I was, earlier 
into my toiling days in the company of voices, until
You came mutely into my wakeful silence
And levelled my joy 

PAWING UNKNOWN



I search you
in meaning of your existence -
Blooming and fading away
Caught between
my past memories, where once
I did reveled my days -
Carefree
my belongingness onto you
Now, when time slips by 
Breathing deep into me 
I revenge not, but
Take a silent mark 
Pawing its invisible steps
Somewhere
Into the unknown

BURNING CORE



What holds you inside, that
it melted mountain
in one sight.
All days and nights
Sun and Moon
take their chance of valor 
wearing armor of gold and silver
And none win a bet

If the ruling is 
not by love
Then
What else could it be
That in 
every passionate heart
Lurks a burning core

DO NOT BIND ME


Do not bind me
in any definition of You
As I am more than formless 
As your illusion pretends to me -
Do not play fetters on my undivided self

No legs of darkness
could penetrate 
the oeuvre of my illumined heart
by any means of mere space and time
Fathomless I am, undefined

Every reason lick dust 
at the altar
Every beat, pulsate
My liveliness inside and outside
Take no inking of my art

Bind me not...


I folded my thoughts

 


I folded my thoughts
like a papwe boat
And
Let it loose 
on the high winds
into the upper sky

And 
After a while
it melted into the air -
The air that turned its phase

I never knew, how
Words could be transformed like this

An suecharged was the space
ogly of desire

ENTWINED



If could find 
two hearts, entwined
No sublimation could 
do what inebriated souls
Can do in a flicker 
Even His standing lulls
by lovers sight

If in penalty 
of my deeds
I could find warmth
of your breath
heaving inside me
Let me do the crime
Again and again

Let humanity stand 
with a cupping hemlock 
Who cares about death
Parting is not my way
As life is wholly predetermined
to accord a perennial fest
of eternal togetherness

WHISKERS OF MY HAPPINESS


a little happiness came
Sprinting; hopping and popping
squirrel to my tiny feet
It climbed the branches
Crossed the bylane
Whiskers of a
Toothy eyes 
Brushing an art
with an upper tail 
And, thus
Found my heart stripped too 
feather to my baby smile
And, drank a potion of it 
to take one more life -
Whiskers of my happiness, and more ...

EFFERVESCENT



In pursuant
of his belonging
I shred a part 
Waning myself
a little bit 
towards the western sky
to give space 
a shadow of my dreams
And
Worked my night 
Intoxicated
The effervescent -
Live and cheerful

MY SISTER



What word I give to
Sisterly love
but, tears to my eyes
that
I waited long 
Morning till night 
to offer my gratitude 
Finding none -
I held my breath
a longer time 
to feel the warmth
flowing down my cheeks
Loosing all trickery, played on
by words 
I cupped handful of ink
from my heart 
and, very humbly 
Drew a lotus art 
at Her feet 
And plunged myself 
in deep resonance 
towards a greater sky -
Where all stars were blinking sweetness
in the flow of silvery light 
Doing soulful touch
to a lonely brother like me -
Sans any brother or sister of my own
But you, my sister 🌻

ME OF YOU



I heave you
on transient waves
But
Find you deep
into my inner stillness
Settling down
Taking 'me' out of me 

TO MANURE SILENCE



Every word that
I speak or write
enslave me, towards
my wriggling tongue
lip by lip

I have a lipsing desire
to sync, silence
in it's prestine form
birthing my roots 
branching inner to my field of space 

When no more 'me'
oppose truce on me
I heap debries of wordy compost 
and manure my silence
to greater heights



EXISTENCE IN PERIL



Breath from the nature
are 
restructuring our torn world

Let us hear their hearts
now
with compassion and wisdom

You are the earth
sowing seeds
all the time 

Hark!
Let not the path 
disappear from you 

We are living in
dangerous world 
Sans any morality ...

Let us unite
Saving our souls
Speaking our hearts

Breath from the nature
are
restructuring our dead thoughts

Let us bloom 
Now;
Not to repent our acts of violence and retaliation

We are one 
Ren of
Morality, wisdom and love
 

OBLIVION



i will not search you
into trash cans -
the crumpled pages of my poetry
but
will ask you 
to which crater 
did you dumped
the bleed of my heart
As
I found none, that
could tell aliens
that
an scissor heart was 
cut to pieces 
and wriggling
it jumped 
out of it, somewhere 
into the oblivion 

BONDING



if ever 
i will take a grip on you
i will 
free you
from my urgent needs
of my earthy wants
and, will
see you 
up there
with blinkers to my eyes
into deeper skies
blinking my wishes 
towards 
an infinite bonding

TO DARN THE SKIN



Ashamed
of my nakedness -
Baring of my thoughts
in this overly silence

I stitched, thin
layers of my surrounding night
with a needle;
Threading my skin
to darn my torn yesterday 
and painfully, wore 
the mended skin
to my body 
Snoring whole darker night 

MAJESTIC BEAUTY



How you control, these
Glomerular galaxies
roving
into your deep orifices
darker of eyes;
I have seen so many
Spilled into an outer universe
Taking space 
by surprise.
Here I transfix myself, majestically
Looking at the frozen, time.

AXIOMS AND FORMULAS



Since I know 
only geometry and trigonometry 
of heights and angles
the displacement 
parallax 
in your skies

But
What can I say 
of hide and seek
that, you play 
on my bodily existence
And, measure my worth
from this birth to that
Placing displacement -
Further off from you 

What learning
you rote
into your measure, that
I never feel safe  
Living here and there, beggerly 
Trumpeting sky after skies 

Rest me 
into you -
By that 
I will not be, blinded by
Your axioms and formulas


CHORD



How I submerge, fathomless
into an abyss unknown
Whenever I pull up my rope 
from thy deepest well 
to fill myself with bucketfull of thy grace
I only find my pulley, infinitely
taking turn by turn 
and, veil me
increasing the length of my rope
But, still 
I never give up my sight 
in upbringing my faith in thy divinity
Bringing me a renewed strength
Umbelical to thy chord 

INNOCENT PAST



How you breath
mountains to my heart
Every wind that whistle past me
on the heights of your memory
take a willow 
to my dreams
And waft me further 
like a hoary clouds 
sporting a grip 
to our innocent past 

THE STREAK



How beautifully 
you braid my hair into this dark nights
smilingly 
I look to my age 
More younger than my past 
Wish
I could stay here a little longer
with agility 
and roam around
Freeing myself 
from battering of the light -
Streak of an early dawn 

O BARD OF AVON



Take my hands 
towards oblivion
O bard of Avon
Leaving a Tempest 
to my Mid Summer's Night Dream
Here to die, Lear's death 

Why take a leaper-leg

 Why take a leaper-leg 

and whimper into a lame walk
Take to mighty strength
And crush fear, fearless

Many have shown the path
seven heights to moon 
Many are there basking
In the golden glory of the sun 

No TATA can make a vehicle
As strong as a heart are of steel
When an ore of optimism is aplenty 
Trucks soar attaching its wings 

MIRRORING OVER NE



It was flying -
like a dream
to all elusive elfs
and
in momentus surge
started, Bickering 
my sleep 
with a slight patter;
with it's invisibility
And 
when I started 
to wake up -
An early dawn
I found my windows, broken 
to pieces 
And 
found
My multiplw nighta shining
so brightly -
Mirroring over me

CUPPING A SMILE



It never happened
in the air
nor around your
petalled flowers 
That
Buzzing around you
I found my dreams
taking a tint of your smile
Cupping 
my inner world;
Like a 
Newly born baby 

DEAD MOMENTS



All bellowing, worked
Inside out 
trusting pain 
in lonely outlook

Now, that you fly a kite
Do you think 
the string will
Muffle out the pain up there 

In all your abundance
I kept loosing myself
Till no more wrath 
Piped in through my dead body 

All is not balanced now
because
Within a few dead moments 
We could hear cymbals working out its psalms 

Saturday, January 18, 2020

BENDING LOOK



What is this
trotting
faster than my thoughts
on this island of yore
legging my past
into the pasture so green

Lifting a space or two
Unveiling -
I spake 
allowing myself a little quiver
with my inner truth 
What is this, that
Gallop with tons of silence
And
Vanishes into oblivion
Nascent 
of another beginning
Metamorphic
to my bending look 




FLOATING BY



From the branches of
Yesterdays
A leaf came floating to my present
to whisper 
the truth of a blooming heart - a tree
and 
The ears that was crooned thus 
in its sweetness
took to wider expanse
Giving future space 
for its survival -
Nothing is for death 
All is time floating by 

UNSAID



I don't know how
It will settle down on me

One rising thought 
went beserk -
Outworldly 
World to world 
Sky to sky

Nothing remained 
Neither the thoughts -
Expatiated, on uselessness
all vanished in passionate turmoil 

Nothing remained 
to settle me, - Unsettled
Unsaid all remained 

BLISTERS OF MY FEET



I hunch by back, dallying 
Toiling my days -
Tan of skin, sweating oceanic salt;
with unbearable protruding pain 
Here the humanity brisk 
with unfriendly eyes -
Taking distance by a callous return 

To that, for which
I worked an acre of land -
not my own
They denied worth of my labour 
with cudgel in their hands, and
Bargained my flesh with their tinsel money 
and fed me with blisters of my feet 



MOTHERLY LOVE



If could wind up my time
a little backward
to my past 
I will see myself 
cozy
into the womb of space 
Quickining my limbs inside -
My motherly love

BEAKS



By what chirp 
You bead an early dawn
to garland the whole sky
beating your tiny heart
into the ardent air
How by your golden gaze
You peep mountains
Towards your fluttering heights
And take rivers and lakes 
Mirroring your flight
How I not open 
my tiny little beaks 

END TO END

What is this conferencing 
going on
between heights of the mountains, and
oceanic depth below, that
parley my thoughts 
in two polarities -
End to end