PEACE AND NO WAR

I cocoon special moments
for your 'Like' and
Facebook updates in my heart

and I keep treading my cursor
for the hungry clicks

Your images binds me
with joy and hues

and you are never far
by my dreams

May He be there
twinkling in the sky

But may be someday
He will tweet his kindred heart

All denizens of mother earth
Will reap His compassion at heart

All will be peace
And no war!

BLESSINGS RAIN

Lapping nights, masquerade
The darkest fold

A facade of loving smiles
Curves dimple in space

It rain blessings
As flower blooms

A GIFT FROM GODOT

Tonsured tree
Enforce slovenly
The wilderness of wasteland:
The life;
Bare of greenery
Cobweb of stretching and stiff branches
No capillary, no viscera, and
Nothing for mitochondria
To power its dead cells

Disheveled head
Shear skins.
Nothing of wooden rings
To brace its perennial age, and
By asking:
An ageless deprivation

Gentle soul mine, sleuth
The missing link with ample hands
With rootless root:
A packet of photons
A gift from Godot!

AROMA OF BIRTH

Not less was
the raining of pleasant dreams
more happier, than
When anointed one
swept the breeze
With pinkish smile:
The blessings of God

Flowers waded
willowful of hues
In handful bouquet
with joyful enchant
Wafting an essence
that traced
An aroma of birth

Blue halo

Blue halo
Sky thy vastness
As, wisdown speaks
Silvery clouds

HEAD IN THE CLOUDS

Vases of flowers
counter-top my senses
Seeing the glass, painted
with fresco gardens
the crunchiness
of dead flowers,
The petals of which
have fallen;
of which
I have picked up one
To sense the 'wait'
somehow
in my present
without words or symbols

that
‘I can do it, picking
Head in the clouds,
confabulating without deception
my emotional processing

WHISKERS OF THY TOUCH

Whiskers of thy touch, weaves
Passion of tears and tides
Cajoling inveterate
The link to thy groove
To cup thy beauty
In my eternal sip, that
Gleam a buoyant bloom
Twinkling my blood stream

All ornamented bearings;
That flesh my wants
Claws my breath

Now, the time comes
To covet my perfunctory wishes
And grow into thy bliss;
Sans any desire
Sans blood and breath