THE BONY CAGE

Dinge of dirt settles
Above the surface of
Bony cage, the carcass
Sticky and loathsome
Gives feed to termites
And the running mice
As that once was called
The fire of life and
The faith of heaven
Finds peace in the mould
Dismantled to every cell
Into every micro cosm
It weds to darkness
To come forth with
A new beginning
A new life, sprouting
In a new light
Aha!
Every page, in every age
Turns to throw the dirt off
From the book of existence
Giving wings to thought
Which hung from the hook
One cage and the other cage!

O, the lovely there!

Must I see not which is well defined
Lest it will make me invisible

Must I talk not which is so pure
Lest it will get polluted

Must I touch not which is untouched
Lest it will change its place

Must I remember not which is beyond memory
Lest it will vanish away

Must I paint not which is so colourful
Lest it will wash away the canvas

Must I sing not which is unsung
Lest it will stop my breath

O, the lovely there!
Discard me if ever
I stand at thy path!

Warmth of blood

All a game of black and white
The byte of '1' and of '0'
In the binary of two, the
checkerboard of day and night

All that stays
In our limited vision
Stays for that optimum
Which sustains our life

Sour the soul becomes
In the pangs
Seeing all those left behind
Writhing in pain

When I talk, I talk not
When I listen, I hear not
YOU play two edges sword
I play with my single heart

Warmth of blood, I have
Not two but one I become
When binary gets converted
To human form in skin and blood

GARLAND THE GOD

Always the hand-of-rays
Cuts through space
And count with fingers
The beads, one by one
And galaxy by galaxy
The one eternal void
Passes through, as thread
To intertwine space and time
The DNA of the beginning
To garland the GOD divine!

PUT OFF THE LIGHT

Put off the light dear
It itches my eyes, and
Doesn't make me sleep

This only was the sentence
Uttered in one breath
In the thumping of time

The inhalation Divine
Lingered to catch exhalation
In the nature outside

A gush of wind came floating
Somewhere from afar, and
Extinguished the fire, dead

Many a spectator
Unwittingly came to rejoice
Bone to bone and ash to ash

A BITE

Put up a feast to call you all
Denizen of the worlds
The living and the dead
The muse and the ignorant
Get ready to take a bite
And consume the night
Restless the hunger coils.
Is it the night which sees
The light after satiety bright
Or, the dirge-feast,
In clinking of spoons
And platter of plates;
Lamenting the gone past

UNBORN BABY'S CRY

From the fusion inside
Fission came likewise

All got blown away
Underwent a metamorphosis

The last dust of an ash
Guided me through a path
Through the winds!

There I could hear
The unborn baby
Crying and fulminating

Trying to stretch the
Limits Of the space
That confined him

Not knowing that outside
Is but all blood and gore

Encompassing all dusty strength
I thrust myself towards
To muffle the baby's cry

A myriad of tiny, thin sounds
Rose from his heart

There I could hear
My own heartbeat
Capped, by being unborn!