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