Because sometimes the urge to write overcomes all others..
Our dreams poles apart
Ours and theirs…
Dreams come in black and white, they say
And ours was no exception…
Bloated and swollen with accumulated aspirations
Black and white alternating,
Our dream lay in the midst..
Ever since the battle kicked off,
We too have been..
Kissing victory or espousing defeat
The next few minutes will decide…
Eleventh hour we have arrived at
The eleven of us.
And towards the goal we run…..
And what a goal it was!!!!!
Between the world and me, you lie all along
Through you is my wprld, every frame
One person I am all ears, that’s you
Only other that rides on my nose, than anger..
And today you are shattered, broken
And my world goes blank
I am deaf all off a sudden
I am blind to all happenings
Life has lost its spectacles
Cos mines broken too!!!! [J]
Subtle, absorbing…
Into my book on desk I am,
Pages turned at the speed of wind
Intent and rapt
At the music of merging
Rapture of rhyme
Deftness of daub..
Subtle, absorbing…
Staring into the book on desk I am,
Pages turned by the wind..
Glued, immured
By the splendor of splodge
Fidelity of friction
Daintiness of a dive..
Subtle, absorbing…
But I re-opened the book
And finally closed the tap!!!
A line
And am crossing it maybe
Cracking, comminuted
Brown streaks across the sky
Leaves dripping
From the moving clouds
As I lay under
A hovering tree
A thin line
And am crossing it maybe
Cracking, comminuted
Brown streaks across the land
Leaves sprouting
From the static sand
As I lay hovering
The tree under
A thin line of demarcation
And am crossing it maybe
Cracking, comminuted
Red streaks across life
Blood dripping, sprouting
From the static corpses, moving souls
As I lay amidst
The battle yonder
A thin line of demarcation
And I have crossed it maybe
Between sanity and lunacy…..
There I see the mountains
And here I go towards..
Jus when I near,
With the same pace, I travel backwards
Not giving up, I start all over
Pushed by my love
Into the air, I fly again
And at a height, I fall this time too,
The shape of a bow
Swinging to and fro, between
Love and peak
I laugh at the ride
That’s all I came to seek
Well , jus describing playing in swing
But you will interpret philosophy in it,
And this is how I prosper
After all, am I not an acclaimed poet?!
Fearless, I stare
As the muzzle gazes at me.
Through the dark tunnel,
My nation’s fall
My fellows’ blood
My dreams’ crash
My mission’s death
I thought I would see….
but..
A smile so pure and innocent
Beckoning eyes, looking through my soul
Tears at its doorway,
Ready to gush with my blood
A promise meeting its death
A love trembling in vain
An unsaid farewell
Were all that I saw.
Shame covering me,
I stared once more
At the dark opening,
My road to freedom.
Closing my eyes,
I heard the start of an explosion
At the other end of the noise……….
It is truth all the way for her
And my! Pretty blunt at that
Does she sharpen her words ere exit
Why do they pierce so?
Simple things that
Lies manage so well
She butts in the truth
Oh what uneasiness she renders!
In a world where time is so less
To change the masks
She walks without one
Oh how impudent!
None asks her for review
Fearing the exposure of ineptness
A feigned blindness, that light will shatter
She walks with head high, true
Not caring the least the world below
Success and greatness are but subjective
And that way she is superlative
Yet it is her I turn to
For opinions and views,
For it is not the praises that I need
But anything that’s from her
Cos it is her criticism
That I take
With weight and respect
That none other could extract from me
And it is her praise that sends
Waves of joy and tears of happiness
That none other could give
After all godliness is, but the ultimate truth.
Stiff as drum hide
N I thumped, but wrinkles spread far and wide
There traverses a secret, quite human
In the journey up and down
A did give my ear a push
But heard just a gush, or perhaps a hush
Though the movement far from nippy
The lake sprouted to life in a jiffy
Sandwiched between the lids, blurring the vision like mist
I occupy a precarious position
The struggle goes on, not to drop me down the line
What is it that makes me stand in the midst
Is it what you see or is it some notion
Get me out so that you don’t spawn me again
The moments tick and I gather more like drops of dew
But I put my weight upon the heart
It beats me why it does not beat
Does nt beat itself, but beats you
Pushing me back is a non starter in the heat
The zany mind meditates upon my cause
The façade lifts by and then
The hope of my arrest goes in vain
And there I go down my hilly chubby course
Defeat and jubilance shared in the twin den
The former for letting my drop out, the latter for effacing the pain.
Every man has his way
And only through it, has his say
Pay heed, whatever the knock be
But taste just your own cup of tea
There are just two ways every problem is fought
The way that’s yours and the way that’s not
Take the former, and you will never be at fault
A crystal stream gushes and runs, unperturbed
But when joined by even a clear one, is swayed and disturbed
Complaints, gibes, criticism, come what may
Chin up with pride, atleast you did it your own way
Worry not, about the right or the wrong
Face the music, after all its your own song
Imitation is a static liquid
The drop that you are is indistinct and insipid
Be the stream of uniqueness
You are there sparkling, whenever it pushes against in stress
It’s a studded path, pick them up or throw them away
You are right, when its your way
Where there is your will there is your way
And where there is your way, you have your say.
Wrinkles on my face,
And on the moon..
Is all that pierced my mind
In that numbness..
The nascent crescent
Traveled in the waves, my stillness showed
That its above water
Was the sign of life.
In the middle of nowhere
I had stopped
Some minutes back, or hours..
On the banks, I had started
With fervor and vigor
With feverish pace and energy,
All that lacked ashore..
Into the depth I rowed
Creating the wrinkles
I am the creator, I am the destroyed..
By and by, the viogor abated
As if my target I have reached
Or as if it is that I can never reach..
It was here I stopped
Some minutes back, or hours..
It was here I had seen,
The sun dipping under the sea
Yelling me to follow
Or to wait until morning?
It was here I met the moon
In a starless sky
Solitude not withstanding, summoning
Or joining my reflection to stay on?
A thinking in process
Not lucid enough to comprehend..
The naivity was vanishing
Or perhaps appearing..
The stoppage though was achieved.
I am not dissolving
I am rowing back ashore
From where I had started
Some minutes back, or hours
I am starting again, anew and sane..!
At the touch of wind, friction of fingers
Vibration of cords, beat of thump
The abstract gathers, flowing, flying
Liquefied into a wetting cascade
Or thinned into a wrapping air
Oh, you are formless, my beauty
You are proof that beauty lies
Within us, in spite of us
Mingling with air, water and soul
An atom clings to another
You advance in loud silence
Note a note dropped..
All around I see
The traverse of beauty
Embracing every being on the way
And when it reaches the tympanum
They call it music, they hear
They only hear. Only here!
Alternating squares
That blacken n bright
Life’s synonym it is
Where merge darkness n light
I chuckled with sarcasm
“N y do all blacks on my side
N fair on the other..
Not d squares, its d coins I fathom
Prompt came the reply..
With a titter n chortle
To all this u apply
Only when u have begun…..
Looking thro bars human
i see u flapping your way thro
tearing the sky apart, your acumen
or are you scaling the blue?
a moment ago there was
a flock pyramid vertically ahead
now its just a dot of mass
above may be n hopefully another passive flying bird
i tried to fly too
from the chains fixed to the rocks,
from the ties of self made glue
from the preempting thought locks
to make porous and invade
the precluding layer of irrationality
to make the mind wade
in a land of ethics, ideals and clarity
so then i began to fly, to unlock
in and thro and to a world so fine
but it was and though it was a single man flock
i fly in and thro and to a world of mine..
