ETERNAL DEATH

Death the truth
Puffed the dust
In burning pyre.
Lips, nor eyes
Could vision rise
Trails of scatter
Far and wide

Dawn came dancing
Begotten non-existent
Void voiced its feel
Wisdom erudite, as
The thunder struck deaf.
All was living
An all eternal death

PSEUDO

Reflection of an image
Terminated the connection
Of which I only was
The unreal thing

Light waves as particles
Were hitting the body
Alive in ripples, mutilating
The flow abound

Scarcity of links
Didn't heed the urge, and
Some phantom bulged
Out of no where

Hence the approach
In jerk marinated
The whole sweat
Out of my bones

Void repented nothing.
So it was
Whom I invoked thus
Was my own pseudo

POETRY ON MARS

Lovely will be the poetry
If done on the surface of Mars
A planet red, as the definition
Of hue of Love, in significance
Is defined

Many land-rovers will beam
The kiss, live.
So full of sound and tilts
Nothing will be left to chance
An utopia perfect

Crazy little creatures
Down below on Earth
Will pine the desire thus
Lucky were Martian
Abounding with all love

No war, no bloody history
No pain, nothing
No kurukshetra nor Kalinga
No jihad nor crucifixion
Will make a platform
To speak its voice out

In all peace and all health
Jovial and trustworthy
Convivial nature, hand in hand
Will play all the game
In merger of act and action alike

And there won't be anything
Further apart to call him foe
No pages will turn blue or black
All will bask in the hue red
Wow the lovely time
Whose poetry was Mars prime!

HIS TRICK

Far above the sky
Dynamic clouds
Seemingly
Played a puzzle.
Galloping, wafting
Myriad shapes, and
Countless more
Morphed into varied
Forms, animate
Or inanimate
Some trees, some horse
Some ants, some elephants.

In transition the transit
Piped its essence
Down below.
And I could see
Many forms juggling
Its place
In vision mine.
On walls I could
Touch the nose,
Of some lovely figure
Played with cheeks
Figurine unfathomable
And many other games.

Speaking out the thoughts
Pleasure undefined
I pondered for a while:
Was it me
Relativistically
And diagonally opposite,
Being played by HIS trick
To mine own existence!

THE QUEST

Evoked the benign
Out of me
Tending to an image
Aloof
From the precursor
Standing beside me
A silhouette, to
All my past occurrences
Without which
Everything was circumscribed
In the long
Everlasting circumambulation
Whose core glowed
Eternal fire
Breath long and short;
Summoning to the quest
In magnetized virtue
Hoping, someday
Wisdom can slip nearby
For the unbecoming of me
And for the all.

A LITTLE BIT

Let me tilt my head to the side
A little bit
Let me raise my head above
A little bit

Who looks askance up there
Can't he believe
His own creation

Let me bow my head down
A little bit
Let me supple my soul ego-less
A little bit

Whose touch wafts in the air
Can't it perch 
On my whole

Let me get wet in thy outpour
A little bit
Let me undress my outer orb
A little bit

Whose mystery is this
Can't he revolve me around 
In thy archaic ring

APPOINTED DAY

On a neat un-crumpled
Sheet of white paper
Thought to pen a desire
Which stared attached
To the bygone past
All instant waiting
The profusion of flow
To ebb out sea of pain
But was stopped invariably
Every time my fingers moved
As something good omen
Was lurking somewhere there
To show its significance
In my appointed day, silently!