ROAR

What roar is this
Peeling mountain air
by its thinnest teflon
of turbid life
to, bid me farewell
and blow me ripe

You play dice, with
Semi-loaded trigger;
Hiding steel nozzle
To put me down;
Laughing, the last remains
out of me, shooting

You were never been
So ugly of face, when
With eager eyes
I fell thy feet
And, groaning
Begged, for my life

What roar canvass
Stony ear mine,
When I lay lifeless
Dungeon deep;
You play a honk, shrieking
All my body parts

All graphite, and carbon black

What softer voice, hushed
Over the bony cage
Playing flute by its dead end

Memories are lured away
Into the crowded skies
To shovel its next space

A Requiem to repose
The dead of nether land; and
A blink of spreading silence

Take hammer of thy fist
And nurture your nerve
Commanding respect in stones

I know the writings of pen,
The tab and the touch screen;
All graphite, and carbon black

RISK OF THEFT

Thinking the flight
of your unilocular and unidirectional mode;
I helped out
from the jargon of your petit crime
to press the moment alive,
Holding breath
to feel the palpitation inside my chambered heart

Does your air, fly
By the soul;
gaining momentum
after the last cry
Nay to all living form

Thinking the risk of theft
To my urn
I kept my pyre burning
Half alive, half dead;
Inviting ungainly appearance with defiant heart
His monocular vision prime

THE CHIRP

Thy plume, splatter
A trail of pheromonous hues
Juggling my heart
From tip to toe, and
guffaw a belly laugh
To chirp the quilling
of Nature's design;
So truthful is the cusp
Vortex to universal feel, that
Whenever thee perch
The window sill;
I waver not to flutter my heart, unblinking
To ledge an emotional flow
That resonate my beat
Even to all direction, untread

LOCUS OPERANDI

Lift me up, from
This material sod
Abuzz with tongs and tangs

Abut my being, next
To thy heavenly field
Grazing your pasture green

The daily bellicose
Augment in volcanic up-heave;
Fuming streaking nose

Your benevolence
Erupted the conscience of yore
To task you a need

Lift your veil
Covering my parietal cells
And work thy locus operandi

BARK IN THE NIGHT

Pestering the deepest urge
I cry dark night howl
Anima to nocturnal barn

A totem went berserk
In the jungle of conscious touch
Dreading to serve my human form

A plaintiff from the animal kingdom
sued me;
As I changed my human form to bark in the night

UNBORN AND ETERNAL

You knead
the life dough, pliant and supple
forking a trident hiss by the tongues of virulent three:
the past, the present and the future;
clasping strength
to count thy fatal dose
bite by bite, knuckle after knuckle

My body utensil, stills
On the dining table
Marred by hunger and obdurating thoughts
Crying like a 'chataka', incessantly
with parched throats
and plaintive hearts
consumed by the fire
of burning thirst

Why to belch life
consuming the vast inert
In the arena of smaller kitchen space.
Let the inlets, peep;
Unborn and eternal