Wishful Alms

As being we seek
The avarice of human passion
The more is less
The lesser is the greed for more
Complacent if ever…
For a moment
Or a nano second
Other needs evoke…
Lust for power, money and fame.

The need is a cycle…
Above food, shelter and cloths
Above love and physical fervor
An obsession of a mind
An infatuation of a heart
The zeal for godliness
That creates eccentricities
The better going for the best
Then the best going for worse.

The cycle breaks…
Into a fatal chain
As the unwoven beads
Separate from a string
Every caricature laughs at one another
The pun is they shy away
Looking at mirror image of themselves
Their fascination and fixation
Nurtures with every defeat.

As everything is inundated
With every gamble
As a dying hope
Enkindles for a drunken
We are too intoxicated…
To care about how much we lost
Or we staked everything
Life, health and sanity
And everlasting bonding.

Wishful alms are from God
People who seek solace in spirituality
They know that this too churns into…
Money, power and fame
I heard God laughing!

Five Minutes of Love

Five sugared minutes in the salty crowds,
As random faces give unknowing glance
Out flowing in to shells of wise and proud,
A syrup forms of partial love romance

Not all the sounds of stares receive echoes
Although they might be snared in vacant minds
Whose seeds would wait for our withdrawal to grow
Into a shady tree with ease unwind

But never will its shade digress to own
Soft guilt that falls like snow with blinks of eyes
And if our passing moods are sadly thrown
They will dissolve despairs in true disguise

Those counts of five we give to love a chance
And witness how to hours their beats advance

I Wait, Yet Alone

None beside me had to wait
Everyone was passing by
I loved the very state
It was raining from the sky

It was cold and a sweet scent
I sat down beyond a lonely tree
The pitter patters that rain sent
I heard, none cared to see

Everyone Running Somewhere
I suddenly smiled for nothing
They liked the way I stare
And Robins began to sing

Nobody, just me, just this rain
And it reminded something deep
As clouds gathered, a cruel pain
I looked away, I was to weep

And questions again fogging my brain
With passers by now almost gone
I have this strange feeling again
I can’t take it, not when I’m alone.

Rain was hiding my tears,
I was crying, like every day,
Sad, As rain so appears,
And my pain gets in the way

I felt many a rain drop
My heart started to pound
I felt like it’s going to stop
Rain, Oh! How sad does it sound?

I lay down, with everyone gone,
Wishes I do have some
I wait yet alone,
Knowing She will not come.

It is dawn

Today. I am with myself.
I know what I want to know.
I spell, I see magic.
Glimpsing is the sun now, he smiles.
I am alight, I am alive!
Chattering birds now hear me.
I sing with the singing blues.

It is dawn.
I found a rose in old pages.
I kiss now the dew drops, embracing the roses.
Thorns flew away.
I bath now, Ah, Lord poured some showers to bath the essence.
I dance at the whistle of trees.
Leaves are back.

Flying now on the wings of a butterfly.
Gliding now with the dark blue ceiling, and the glittering sand, the floor.
The moon now drops, and desert sand wraps itself around it.
Stars fall into the still lone waters.
The waters are alive again.!


Flower petals tumble on the blue skies.


I dream but I am awake.
Dream, it is all a heaven's dream.
It is dawn.

Today, I laugh. I float.
It is dawn.
.........

My Past, My Possession

They say, forget the past and live on,
For the past is nothing but a grave.
That shall reap no good,
But agonise and destruct the brave.
But I ask them, how can I forget,
What has happened to torment?
And resume as if nothing had happened.
The past is my possession, something which I own,
How can I just let it go?
It is something that has led me to where I am,
How can I let it dethrone.
Today, I am here,
And yet the past is my shadow.
Tomorrow where I shall be, I do not know,
But it’s the past that has lived with me and shall live with me, until I go.
All my bliss and all my ecstasy,
Lives in my past
But I also cannot deny,
That over my pain and my sufferings, it has its cast.
It’s my past that I live with,
Which makes me happy and makes me grief,
And I shall live by it,
Until my last breath cedes.

A Sightless Explorer

She, an anonymous Inheritor of mighty fervour

Riding on the bank of autumnal blue river;

Today, sky has wrapped up with triumphing blue

Rain commands the universe with Heaven’s wide bow

She gently hopes for nurseling their composed charm

Seeing some scattering sprinkle of receding rain on greenery grass

Quite breathing of wetly field wreathing on heavenly high

Stretches her fluttering wings to love the fresh fluffy sky

Adventuresome stretchy touches adore the youngest hue-

Dear rainbow behind engrossed whitish clouds that is new

Shivering foliage kiss her zealous spirit in innocent being

Pouring upon mass warmth of her courage’s brink

Gathering clouds on soft-lifting winnowing wind

Weaving far on airy top in mighty brimming fear

Her touch might spoil their delicate rosy blossoms

But she? still in the weaving grasp of wafting perfume

Her sprightly heart was towered tall

Thirsty faith went strong for a friendlier call

Lot of dreams lulling in her sanguine dream

Everything shines bright in her sightless solemn realm

Dancing Angels

With every passing moment
Heart skipped a beat
While life took a step ahead
Melting in the arms of time

Neither the time turned back
Nor did the life
Preachers preached to move on
While the learners kept on learning…

Swift motions
On the rhythmic beats
Dancing Angels
In a close dance
On the floor of time and life
Lost somewhere
:
:
Between
:
:
The way it is and
The way it could have been

A Simple Wish

The world dizzily spins,
A top fulfilling its destiny
Along the trajectory of unforgiving time,
And we, like mice
Scurrying around in a granary,
Blindly scramble, bite, scratch, fight,
In a mad daze we dash,
For the horizon that recedes
Relentlessly,
As time whooshes by
In a blur, until
Already falling off the precipice,
We realise too late,
That what is rushing up
To meet our flailing bodies,
Is just the cold, dark earth,
Oblivion, and the finality
Of the curtains drawing to a close
In an empty theatre.

Let us, just you and I,
Step aside from the stage,
And sit awhile on this
Wet patch of freshly mown grass,
Your eyes turned to the sun,
Your face snuggled in my arms,
Our clothes stained green with the earth,
Watching wordlessly,
A tiny squirrel feeding nuts to its young,
Staring at us amused every now and then,
With its large and beady eyes.

A moment is all I ask of you,
Surreptitiously stolen from fleet footed time,
While the world stands still,
Waiting with abated breath
For the moment to pass,
And mortality to resume its path again.
Anything more would be too much to bear
For mere mortal souls like us.

A Vague Dream

How strange is the chase...
for dreams that don't have a visage
Nor a definition

A vague hill...fluid, unbounded
A valley of unidentified flowers..
yellow and white
a soul, soul-mate-like
unnamed, without a face
but well-defined fingers
that slide behind my ears
to tuck a stray strand of hair..
And time..is frozen..
ice-cold, but its pleasantly warm
under the skin of my cheeks

I see no colour
hear no sound
as I try to identify
You....
But all I am left with
is a dream
and its characteristic uncertainty
that tests my patience
bit by bit, crystal by crystal
through a narrow decade-glass
of Not Knowing

The mist above the hills
grows denser
and you walk away
leaving behind the illusion
of a smile, and the reality
of longing...

Deadly Sin

What did I want? To feel me loved in this world!
I wonder if this is what I have waited for so long!
My eyes water in a strange way and
I smile and blame those kitchen onions
And I try to smother this uncanny sense
of pain and shame that is a rising volcano.

A lethal thrilling night
My body inflamed and swollen
Like an angry river in wield, tongue roving all over
rummaging my little secrets, Lips wet supple urging me
The room becomes an ocean
And the waves start rocking me
My body tossing like a boat in storm
His whispers fly like a colorful bird
But when I reach out to take it in my palm
It is just beaks, claws, shit.

And I lay there without breathing
My guilt hidden under his chest
My conscience buried beneath his manhood.
Spread like a spent flower
My bones made of jade and coral,
Each time the bird beats her wings
I frantically try to envisage love
But the angry smoke and the furious waves
Lash onto the colorful wall saying lust
There were regret and repentance everywhere
On the upholstered sofa
On the Gujarati stitched bed spreads
Guilt like an ugly bruise with a pale green tint all over.

Now I fancy in my fraught urgency
If I hold my breath and shut my eyes in earnest
And count till ten, would I feel new once again?
And then I rush to the kitchen
Burnt smell of spilled milk all around
I stare and murmur to myself
Soon I will clean it up and begin all over again.

Ode to Luscious Lips

My heart is numb
and I lie helpless
in intoxication
tasting you
the kiss
and the heat of fire.
When you smile in askance
Do you want to feel
the desire of a falling star?
And the ruin of
some broken verses
on you
Merge with your promises
myriad.
Come close to me
yet stay apart
my death in your hands
or is it my reality
my nectar for life?
Among other
swarming smirk and
sneer I see you
breathing,
in your mystifying curve
the depth of the sea
unfathomable
like the deepest night.
In you my infinite dreams
in your luscious arc
lies my twilight sky
and my hundred stars.
Your coquettish beam
launches fire in a lover’s heart
Your solitary songs
allure me to hope.

But still
falsity on you and
those slouching pledges
the wreck and debris
of forged assure
A void and
an uncanny emptiness
and then
among the mourning
I see you dead
sulking and pouting
navigating tragedies
you become pale
and then on that fateful day
I see you dead.

Now, sitting
in my far away lonely corner
I still remember
alluring lotus
your magic casement
In which lies
my strength and my joy
and now I am in love with death
in my pensive mood
my tribute
and my heart
is intoxicated again.

Safe Distance

I thought to touch you

But you shrug away

As a touch me not

You closed within yourself.



Lost in your reverie

I wonder about your deep sleep

Were you caught up with the past

Or in meditation.



Your eyes have a twinkle

Seems that you are drugged

Sometime it reflects emptiness

At times an enlightenment of a fakir.



I like the way your face curls up

Into a smile

You seem an unusual soul

With all the resplendence.



Are you a human

Are you a saint

The halo you wear…

Is it to keep a safe distance.



I neither could get close to god

And neither get any closer to you

Maybe, not destined for worldly diligence

Nor the materialism I could have gained.



Your greetings may be a blessing

For those beings around you

I had asked for a simple means from life

Not a person who embraces himself as god.

Grey Dreams

Exposed to winkles
Are with passage of experiences
Or in the course of wisdom
As I flaunt my grey hair judiciously
As the number of months and years
Add on with time
As scales on the tree
Do not count my forgetfulness
As my ignorance
Though I persist faltering
You will unearth prudence in my speech.
*
I have stumbled…
Numerous phases in my lifetime
And my trembling hands
Are losing its grip
I cannot retrace my steps once again
But let not my oversight
Hinder my vision
Never mind my graying cells
If it is wearing once a while
I am young at heart
If not in years.
*
Let the dust settle
On my utopian dreams
My restlessness…
Continues with aging.

Wilted Love

Wilted flowers display
The tale of my love
Who would be blamed?
Who was fair…
And who was not
(If we could justify war in love)
The seeds of an enmity
Was sown by me
Forgotten are the fruits of joy
I had once been sharing.
*
Now that I have a habit
Of bleeding…
Every now and then
The answer to my tears
Are as dew on leaves
Though my roots were grounded
(I never build castles in the air)
My stem were uprooted and cut
Forgotten, that I carried life
My wounds wouldn’t so soon heal.
*
My shoulders droop
I am laid lifeless and drunk
In porcelain white jar
(Among other red and yellow roses)
For you to undauntedly admire me
You have accused my thorns
To prick you where it hurts
As I grasp for my last breath…
I will be not around to tell
You strangled life out of me.
***
At least I have this comfort
My fragrance would linger
If not at all to haunt you
(For you to remember…)
The last token of my selfless love.

My Best Enemy

What happen to the love we had
Knowing its his love makes me mad
she told you it was a cool thing to do
So you belived him since she was your boo
Now you know all the things i told you were true
I see you look a little blue
Leaving everything behind for her,was it worth all the pain
So what did you really gain
An addiction to herion aka brown
Does it make you feel like your wearing acrown
To me its an early ticket to hell
I know i can't help so i yell
So please realize rehab is your way out
Because only you can help yourself out

Diary

Pages covered with words,
where my thoughts went alive,
my words piled as diary enteries,
also play their roles in my life.

It contains articles of my personal experiences,
has interesting forums where I discuss about,
It also is filled of a little chatroom,
where I can open my heart and shout.

I use a special ink to write my flashbacks,
when I open my diary the next day,
from the page on which I wrote before,
my special ink vanishes away.

My diary and ink were a gift to me,
which follows me like a shadow to every room,
their existence will never come to an end,
until in front of me stood my doom.

The diary I pen on is my mind,
The ink I use are my words and thoughts,
Where people have restless nights in this fast paced time,
I fill my nights with my diary slots.

A Nameless Emotion

Desire........
this is what we always have in relation.....
expectation.........
Which ruined many relations......
But My Feeling for u.......
Are little different.
I have No desire for your love.
I have no expectations from you.
i love you for no reason and no cause....

I Sometimes wonder, while walking on the empty roads........
strolled by the winds......
The feel of that air ...Give's me Your comfort.
Even though i had never confessed....to u
But yes i do..........talk to you.....
Even you don't know.......
Do u?


Its so murky ...may be so ambiguous u may find me.....
But Its so simple .......
i don want you ....because i love you....
I want you .......if u feel so.....
I don want to impose myself to you........


What i feel for you is not Love........
people say that i do love you......
But its not love......
Its a nameless emotion......
in fact i never had loved anyone ..........
But u r so cherished by me.....
u are so precious.....More than my life .

Its Not love........its a nameless emotion only

Silence

and Some what pathetic also
But yes sometimes Silence speaks
And you know it speaks louder than the words......
But not always.......

It goes deep inside the heart ......
Some how incisions are made,
They are fatal.........
But not always......

It talks about the past.......
The same past which you want to think no more of......
It doesn't matter how felicitous you want to be..
melancholy the surrounding is.....
But not always.....


Some times It is so generous......
As it Hides Your implosion..
But its not perpetual......
May be for a flash but.......
Now it is succinct, dramatic, often sardonic....
But not always.........

You got No Answers For it .......
the only way to reply to it......
or to talk to it is the Silence itself But ......
Remind You Not alwaysssss.................

The Grief

If grief for grief can touch thee,
If answering woe for woe,
If any truth can melt thee
Come to me now!

I cannot be more lonely,
More drear I cannot be!
My worn heart beats so wildly
'Twill break for thee--

And when the world despises--
When Heaven repels my prayer--
Will not mine angel comfort?
Mine idol hear?

Yes, by the tears I'm poured,
By all my hours of pain
O I shall surely win thee,
Beloved, again!

A Moonlit Walk

A moonlit walk on a dusty road
Will give you peace and a getaway mode,
The silvery light at the moment bright ,
Will lift ur spirits to a newer height,
The peaceful walk with all your thoughts clustered up
Will let the words follow up
The deafening sounds of misery
Will soften up as history

The moonlit walk along the shore
Will bring in thoughts galore,
The gurgling sound of the water around
reminds you of your giggling mind as a little child

The moonlit walk around the block
seems so short , yet so far apart
The mesmerising street lamps there
Seem dimmer than the moonlight spread everywhere ,

The moonlit walk comes to a rigid end
When the realities of life step in and blend
The fear of walkin home again
Comes rushing back
And it'll never end
But then agian, the joy we have in both these worlds .....
Is neither worth comment nor amend

They Believe

They believe it was the last blow ,
And that the last thread that held me
will cave in easily ,
They believe that i'll no longer strive
for a worthy sense of appeal,
They believe they can throw me off the edge
And expect no response what so ever said ,

They believe i have been crushed
to a million pieces inside ,
What do they dont believe is the fact that
the pieces are a prize ,
Each prize gives you pride ,
some inspiration , some vibe
To stand up against this hideous jibe ,

They believe i 'll perish and fall astray in time
And that the end has arrived ,
They believe they've pushed me onto a rocky road
Out in the cold ,
What they dont believe is that
there most certainly will be for me ,
at a distance .... an abode .

An Introspective Soul

The thoughtful conscience
Is the grain of the soul
Seduced to commit right
Strayed to act wrong
The will sways directionless
Sometimes overpowering the heart
Sometimes overshadowing the mind
It weighs…
All times arousing the conscience
Into dimensions of our lives
We never steal into
We are scared to peer
The darkness of our heart
The sub consciousness of our mind
But a birth is an awakening
Of a reflective spirit
And awareness is enlightenment
Of an introspective soul
The insight comes…
Once in a life time.

A baby is born
Stirring hope…
A seed nurtured
Into a tree
We all feed on its fruits
Life long.

The Scarlet Letter

The winkled yellow page
Torn out on the sides
The ink blot
Denote the dry tear stains
Her lips curl…
Into a smile
Her pupils expand
And emote a sigh
She would hold her breath
Her body would stiff
Her hands would give away
They would shiver…
As it held a scarlet letter.
.
Love become hatred
Happiness befall sadness
Fear evolve anxiety
Are the shades of emotions
That mirror on her face
She would chide herself
Her resplendent expression
Would turn crimson
Her cheeks would blush
Sometimes her ears turn red
Sometimes her eyes would hold tears
Sometimes her hair would fall
Covering the scarlet letter.
.
Days had bygone
Months had past
Years had departed
The letters had faded with time
But she had memorized
Every letter by letter
Every word by word
Every sentence by sentence
By heart
Different meaning…
Would be conveyed
With the passion she read
The scarlet letter.
.
She had not known to read
She had not known to write
She would hear…
The magic of verse
The resonance of his voice
As if he had read it out
For her
His laughter echoing
His eyes smiling
Reflected in the spell of time
She would search…
Recognize his name
Engraved on the scarlet letter.
.
The promise…
Had forgotten the meaning of words
Had elapsed the importance of time
But not the sense of love
For she would be waiting.

Joy After Sorrow

Heavy does the heart feel-
Lonely does the mind think.
Though, surrounded by well wishers-
Search for solitude.

Emotion locked in heart-
Spill over to the kin.
Though, this quality gifted by Lord-
Turn the atmosphere depressing.

The secret is revealed-
The showers pour swiftly.
Though, the thought dwells-
Light does the heart feel.

Then comes tears of happiness-
Carving a smile on the lips.
Though, consoled by the beloveds-
The sorrow remains as silly memory.

Forgiven is the culprit-
Regained is the goodwill.
Though, quarrels do occur-
Nurture not hatred.

Let the joy spread-
Cultivate the habit of understanding.
Though, problems may arise-
Live life adjusting.

Horror Winter Story

Frozen in chilled icy water, when my chopper crashed
wrecked ice glares covered us, as we got smacked
by ice pieces, on a silent winter night in Siberia.
Moon shivering as unclad would do in this chilling wind
mind refusing to accept dense ice mountains and my serendi
As my conciousness returning to stable first thing i recalled is
You...................

Some time back i spoke to you, strolling with your dog
in beach prepareing for valentine day,with your mom
you already had your day, smiling gleaming evening
is about to bring in long dearthy night and left me at bay.


freightning Tempreture ridiculing our efforts to recover
as courage had already lost its jist vigour
glacial frigid frosty ice everywhere we are amedest
Nerves freezing blood as apathetic aloof winter
was celebarteing coquesting his fear of loosing us.

As we cleared ice, pilot busy with radio and me shivering
as helpless among winter, aspiring your warmth of presence
Body now a victim as winter chilling me fast in a hurry
glimpses of your face were only stanchion buttress

We got rescued but extint fear of loosing you i realised
now as you are in my arm i was telling you storey
of that winter evening which i will never forget
Tears in your eyes you embraced me as i completed
my nippy shivery invigorating horror wintry storey

The Treatment

he looks out the window
the bustling street beneath
people rushing everywhere
what thoughts wander, in his mind?

15 months flew by
in that very cot
waiting every day
with eternal hope in his eyes
that his wounds would heal

bloated egos
& toiling minds
years of cramming
& latest gadgets
no effort spared
to get him up

strange as it is
he was helping us
try to help him
for he was the nicest patient
any doctor could have

humbling it is indeed
the helplessness
what wouldn’t we give
when we look out the window
& see him there
in the bustling street beneath

Eloquent Silence

Eloquent Silence











And, there was noise
breached by a cry
devoid of a voice

Sobs that silently choked
Heart’ beat heard
In the void of sound
w’en air flowed
rustling din curled
leaves slowly furled
Eyes shuttered
shattering quiet

In warmth’s embrace
Breath whispered
on a shoulder
Leading the pause,
eloquent silence
was heard
above unheard clatter

And, there was noise...

Four Candles

Four candles
They burn slowly
Sharing hope and light
So pure, so white

The flames are yellow
While thy soul is red
Burning slowly
By the means of a thread
The thread of love, prosperity
In each other’s warmth

As their bodies degrade
The flames start to fumble
The end is near
Yet they have no fear
Anytime, they might crumble

Last pray to God
Lying in each other's embrace
And offer the last glow
The breath stops, they die
Damn, it’s dark again

An Enigma

Lost and found
With seasons of life
Every turn…
Unfurl new dreams
As pages of a dairy
Flutter in the wind
With stories…
Told and untold.


With hope
Promises shadow…
Like a bark of a tree
The leaves fall
With the gush of breeze
The words on the dairy fade
Those letters look uneven
A voice echoes

And love becomes…
An enigma
The winter tear
Dries on my chin
With an ache in my heart.

The Right Side Of The Bed

Lying alone,
there is no more a fight to lose
for the right side of the bed
We always wanted to end up
after making love, on
the right side of the bed

Heard that it snowed
in the mountains last night
Snow draped images
watched alone on news tonight
The wet powdery feel
of fresh new snow
Still imagined in memory remains

The sand clock still sits
on my desk
Distilling memories
pouring sand in a thin line
Extracting every nuance of time
Extruding every moment fine

Every time clock turned around
I lose instants once every while
All moments lost, make a heap
Memories flown from my hoard deep

Inside the desk
are my favourite memories
all together in comfort, tied loose
amongst Escape mixed spring flower scent
stowed away in letters with your fragrance

Open the desk to let
memory vagrant fly at me
Memories that tumble, fall in a stumble
Watch them play their ruse with me
My fingers come away
with faint bouquet of perfume you used

The right side of the bed
The silence of falling sand
You, asking me to write in verse
Me, searching for unknown words
Times that I fought with you
You throw at me, a, I love you
Never did I know what to do
Now wonder, how did that you do?

I still search to hear
The texture of your voice when alone
Turn around to catch
Warm colored, sun-kissed love
in your eyes forlorn

As I lie on the right side of the bed
staring at the sand clock, lonely
They are silent
My distant thoughts
Lost in memories
of their own, I look on...

Before We Meet

Wen my heart feels better
And I am myself again
When the clouds shall part
And loving You shall be no pain

When the copper moon shall rise
I'll wake my sleeping heart
To let your stormy passion
inherit my lovelorn part

If You be the crackling fire
Then I be the moth to the flame
We shall drink passion's wine
And play cupid's lovely game

This is a prelude to enchantment
To give our Later life a velvet touch..
A pretence That You & Me are strangers
will help Us ride out of the stormy lurch

We are captives of fateful sensibility
And so we have to hide that forbidden fire..
Till our Souls are Liberated
& WE meet forever.................................

...

Thoughts of a Musician

With my Guitar, i gone to a world of unseen
Where mind stops wondering and soul
starts to speak its untold secrets.
Finger tips creating fusion by pulling strings,
creating tunes of dearth separations or pleasing
union jubilation which are never even experienced.

You wonder, how a musician creates its music?
imagining separation, he cries in vain of pain,
feeling dry buried ardent deperation in his heart
as a lover's grief poured in its tune telling his story.

Beaming in glitters of buoyant exuberant he dreams
of love making, and union of two hearts as they
experience sanguine gleeful of union and upbeat euphoric.

I pose a question, to meter limits of their sentiments
Even musing tears in separation,they create music of
illumination and while at apogee of ecstatic exquisite rhapsodic
their tunes embarks inconsolable woebegone of soul's grief.

Drowning in these thoughts, my tune is completed
To repose words, i tried to ponder on the opus étude
But the question still remain unanswered
how two extremes are gratified, while not even endured ?

Death of Thought Foretold

Muddled
in my mind
lie about
a perfect day’s ruin
Brilliant azure wall,
plagiarising the sky,
don’t hide blue pall

Outside
on the parapet
Alone,
a one legged pigeon
stands woefully
staring into my thoughts
Doleful eyes bind
at the deformity

Pile up feelings
of forgotten passion,
rediscovered,
embrace ennui
The tongue tastes fear
slime on the teeth
The breath sombre stinks
putrefying ideals

The pen abruptly jerks,
slides sideways
Collecting, connecting
disjointed words
Pauses, with the idea
a scrawl illegible
as wasted lament
descends

Words falter,
lead by emotions
in a halter
Hop on lame feet
amongst scraps
of scribbled sheets
Destitute remains
view deformed

Not volant on paper
unread,
it foretells
death of the thought..

You & Me

I am a word
A string of alphabets
Carelessly wooven
Loosely shaped
Without a reason
Without rhythm
I exist
As plainly
As woodenly
As one can
As many do
But when you add
That magical touch
That essence
That soul
You
I become me
The word with a meaning
With an origin
With a reason to exist,
To be
Me

Flowers

You give me the slip between garlic and lilies,
as if this is what comes of my unprotected
loves, of my hands in the sweet earth,
their willful miscegenation of the border bed
where you're tucked in deep with tulips, too,
like just one more of their heart-freaks:
a fluke diamondine flake, a thin vein gone gold.
Being mine, you'll grow up a girdled tree, girt
with a ringed-around root, nothing like
the fruitful vine of good wives—one of which
I'll never be so, my not-love-knot, you may
as well come up instead like a kiss:
the one wind gives to rouse the Japanese maple,
October's aerialist, its bright aureole
in the last late sun a red mouth, opening.

Memories

I sit watching the clouds floats by,
I sit the Sun and the Moon rise and set
And the Stars twinkle till the skies turn red
Images flash through my mind.
As i turn the pages of time, I remember,
Memories both sweet and bitter,
Of times not long gone by,
Memories of a dream
That a time will come when
Only sweet memories
Fill me with ecstasy, Ecstasy of fulfillment,
Ecstasy of satisfaction,
Ecstasy of of an ever lasting friendship.
Ecstasy of eternity, So I wait for that time.
I know my dream will come true
Thus life moves on.
And I just wait and wait.

The Taxi

When I go away from you
The world beats dead
Like a slackened drum.
I call out for you against the jutted stars
And shout into the ridges of the wind.
Streets coming fast,
One after the other,
Wedge you away from me,
And the lamps of the city prick my eyes
So that I can no longer see your face.
Why should I leave you,
To wound myself upon the sharp edges of the night?

A Word

We all need escape
To disappear and evade
For few moments
For a little while
Some refuge
Some respite
Monotonous is this life
So I color mine
And I color it with words
Blue
Red
And green
I can color it
The way I please
Life is a word
And on paper
I can choose my ink
Bold
Underlined
Or italic
Depends on how I format
I can go back
Cross and erase
Write and rewrite
Save or let it fade away
Hide
Recite
The choice is mine
The quill is in my hands
The power to decide
To define
Paper is where
I come to life
Words
I believe
I can metamorphosize

Ashes

"Take some ashes," she said, lifting the velvet bag to me.
My hand, suspended in air.
My eyes, looking away.
Past his face, past his being, in the roar of the sea.
"Take some ashes," she said again.
This is your friend.
Don't be afraid.

I reached into the grey dust,
Touching her. Touching what was left of her.
I held the ashes.

The waves, oblivious to us, roared, and continued to roar.
They would not be stilled.
But we came for silence.
We came for ceremony.
We came to yield her ashes to the sea,
To a silent sea.

Aware of the ashes in my palm.
Aware of the growing warmth of the ashes
In my palm.
Warmer and warmer until I felt the heat of Communion.

Opening my hand, I blew the ashes toward the sea.

"Don''t be afraid," I said.
And the sea, claiming her, rose like a temple before me.

Smoke

The cigarette burns, silence resonates,
Swirling in the smoke, your voice, my name,
Words said, promises made, rotate….
I marvel, “is everything same?”

In the flame burns my bleeding heart,
I give death to immortal love,
I sever life’s darkest part,
The last beacon in dusk.

My memories, I burn one by one,
I see vital signs vanish.
Stinging me, deeds undone.
Array of thoughts, I banish.

Dreams shattered, now depart…
The last hopes, I discard.
Swirling in the smoke, your voice, my name
The cigarette burns, silence resonates.

Cemetry of Glee

i stud my words on this dark canvas,
my thoughts and grief i weave,
a shoulder, a hand, i crave for,
a secret in my eyes concealed.

a cry unheard, a heart that bleeds,
my soul dies with dead leaves,
demised my hopes, slain my aims,
engraved in chapters of life i read.

lifeless my passion , useless my fight,
conundrum of fate i perceive.
rosary of memories, my last belonging,
with the last prayer and plea.

majestic madness, seductive sadness,
gifts from God, received.
this untracked path i walk on,
cemetry of glee i reach...

Dreamed of Being

I dreamed, I did not know
The love I'd feel today;
The height of my true feelings,
And the depths they would portray.

And if I had one wish today,
A simple wish t'would be ...
Is that the love we feel this moment,
Lasts eternally.
And by our presence here today,
And for the love we share,
I thank you for our yesterdays
That brought us to be here.

But more than this, I vow to you,
My wishes yet to come ...
Tomorrow's dreams and fantasies,
This day that we are one.I promise to remember
In the future years and days,
The love I feel for you this moment ...
... Dreams fulfilled today.Yesterday we dreamed of what might be;
Today we validate our love;
And tomorrow we will cherish the life we have shared as one.