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.