The breeze steals unsung notes
off aching branches. The tree
agonizes writing scores.

I have clouds to talk to
the sky can wait.


CoVid times - 6

Prostituting radiance
a shameless sun
seduces skies. Birds spurt.

We huddle together
like memories in a womb,
to be delivered as twins.

From the kohl filled sensuous eyes
passion, drooled over your luscious lips
exploding quivering desires.
And your tongue devoured

the nectar permeating
each pore of my body
sending ripples of primordial echo
through our entwined
pulsating fiery shells.

I keep licking my lips
rekindling your taste.
The amrut lingers.

Those two kisses sealed my life
from 'yours' to
'yours only'.

Captive
in a windowless world.


CoVid times - 18

a heart tumbled
a dream fell
a life drifted

Breeze whispers despair
a tree exhaled
the leaf changed colour

Untradeable. Pain is silver,
Sterling. Serrated, dual-faced coin.
Its flip side, a mirror.

A visitor,
will soon be a rare event.
Exciting yet unnerving.

<garbage collector rang the bell>


CoVide times - 15

Autumn escapes
leaving a void, a disquiet
a haunting pit,
a yearning to renew aches

Some windows 
shut memories 
some,
open wounds.

Winter rain -
dark aureole like raindrops 
on leaves, drooping like *******.
Mirrored in pools
trees blush.

An **** of leaves
and raindrops

Doors have become trees,
bars of a cell, blocking my way
drooping branches a noose, a wreath.

You hang there, a
yellow sickle
and float white
around me.
Moon, you fog me
in winters, and
Dazzle in summer.
In between you hide....
Black

You, the ashen alyssum
homing in on dark bushes
breeding maggots
feeding on flesh.  

You the fetid parasite  
carrion, the rotten stink
a toxin laced tongue
devouring pith.

You, the stench of
malignant blossoms
a venomous creeper, you
had to attract snakes.

You live among the graves
the poison pollinator,
a corpse floret
of foul odour.

You the venin
cloaked in smirk
a shrew, spiked with malice
must be crushed,
must die.

कौन लिपटा है ऐसे ही तुमसे आकर 

कुछ तो रिश्ता होगा 
पतंग और पेड़ का !!!
जड़ और उड़ान का 
डोर और डाल का 
पत्तों और झोल का 

कुछ तो रिश्ता होगा  ! 

कुछ तो इश्क़ होगा  
ऊँचे-ऊँचे उड़ने में  
कटने और जुड़ने में  
हवा से लिपटने में 
पाखियों से मिलने में। 

कुछ तो रिश्ता होगा 
पतंग और पेड़ का?

कौन लिपट रहता है ऐसे 
कौन हो रहता है तुम्हारा  
और बना लेता है 
अपनी ही डोर का फंदा।

 कुछ तो रिश्ता होगा  !!

हाल उनका पूछिए
कि अपना बताईये ,
वो ही पुराने ज़ख्म हैं 
क्यूँकर दिखाईये .