hang on the wall
times and memories many
once all was alive

Green field's hello to sky
Its transforming into clouds,
Its wish to soothe the Sun

Rain appeared in mid air
sky and earth rushed,
to make a connection.

So tickle them many squirrels
trees in the orchard have no choice,
but to fast ripen the fruits

dreamy eyes clouds
even what you yell,
pours like music

It spun and stopped
at the same place,
the wheel of time

My definitions stopped to exist
when life ceased to be,
and I was once more Un-Earthed

one leaf shivered
the other frowned
who says talks need words.

i am an ocean
you don't know all
you can break the brine
you can see underworld piscine
you can reach to the corals
and collect few shells, pearls
you can pump out petrol
but you don't know all
i am an ocean
you know what you see
but that's not all of me
i am more than tide
i am more than water
i am deepest secret
i am fullest crater
i spin clouds far away
i talk to the sun night and day
i tell rivers to move on
i am every mountain's dungeons
i am the currents of wind in summer
and the cold waves by the autumn fall
i am an ocean
you don't know all

all i have got is a moment
that never seems to expire
it keeps tip-toeing on my heart
and has outrun many desires

would you ever stand with me
on a moment's dais
afraid not of whether it'd
be able to take the combined weight

would you sing along
and dance and swim
believing not of fall
but of our rising dream?

if I ever were a banyan
I would have soared high
enough into the blue sky
higher than any proud eucalyptus
grounded stronger than any other root
heavier than one hundred elephants
I would have grown upward
not in meters, but a couple of miles
too outreaching and lofty for men
for that might have been one reason
for nobody to chop my trunk
for no bird to ever become homeless
for then, men would've sensed and feared
the grand weight of my life

Newton was wrong about inertia
I know a moving cul-de-sac
A reckless storm of time,
Which i keep up my sleeve

the words fluttered,
swung, swept, swooshed,
bemoaned, bereaved, bedazzled,
leapt, lauded, littered,
hovered, heckled, hiccuped,

made U-turns, took deep dips,
underwent saucy somersaults,

played like notes,
acted like songs,
usurped as oaths,
humbled as prayers,
slaughtered as killers,

punctuated, presided, presumed,
abetted, adhered, attacked

while the paper endured all with love.

let silence settle by my side today
else i'd again be driven
into the echo of her thoughts

into the unfinished talks
into the incomplete memories
into her interim proximity

i summoned her as she left
but it went unheard
renegades often turn deaf

let silence settle by my side today
else i'd again be driven
into the echo of her thoughts

i'd claim it elusive mischance
i'd profess on empty hope
i'd even bridle my despair

'one can ail to no avail,
nor tears'll bring respite!'
these were her last words FOR me

let silence settle by my side today
else i'd again be driven
into the echo of her thoughts

Sometimes we know not our heartbeats that survive
On the bank of the river, or on a stranger's boat

Waiting for us over time to come around
And to take back what we thought we have no more

Word is it that he is gone

No more he walks by that lane
No more he whistles by your window
All that you found inappropriate

He went away with a broken heart
And I did not hear the songs, as he passed by,
Which he was so accustomed to stroll with

His face white against the crimson rays
Did not glow anymore with tickling blood
In such a way the quiet seeped into his veins

You can live in your world happily
Which is no lesser than a cage
Now that nobody would ask you

To walk out

On the busiest of days,
even prettiest of faces,
can sulk into nothingness.

Where is the smile
she used to have,
at the time when it all started.

Reassurance is gone,
And so is self-belief,
I might ask, 'what you did?'

Look back, you would find a way,
look back, if you want,
for pearls often are left behind.

During those hurried hours
of the flight to well-being,
when you race past everything,

Surging on like unceasing greed,
you outstrip your own noble deeds;
look back,
for pearls often are left behind.

i am the mirror

i show you
that all
that you cling to
so adamantly
so possessively
so blindly
so seriously,

i also keep within
things you abandoned
things you forgot
things you overlooked

you cannot even touch
nor you can own

i can recast and rebuild
in microseconds
all that you create
in years and years

because i can let it go
when needed
when something else
is my fate

i follow my destiny
and become
what i am asked
to be

so many worlds
i have seen
and nothing
stays, believe me

you laugh i am a mere reflection
and i smile that your reality is so fickle

see beyond
what i show
i have seen
the future, too

i am the mirror

i spun a magic
and kept it in a round box,
the box made of dew.
look closer,
you would see
each curvy bent
is a smile,
the magic of lips,
the tickler of eyes.
when the dew is done,
its imprints would remain
and every round drop
every elliptical trickle
would remind you
of my smile.
that's the actual magic.

sink
if you cannot rise
life won't mind

flow
if you can't swim
you'd reach somewhere

drift
if you can't move
it would count

make way for unsaid
make way for untried
today.

While the mind wondered over its own wit,
the heart just kept on beating for all,
and all those driven crazy by heart came better off
than those who turned mad in their minds.

My trained mind
Had me seated
Or rather sedated
Under drudgery’s spell
I was nobody
I was a mob
I was a failing man
I was a rising chagrin
Day by day
Year after year
Unknowing and unaware
Of my real way
I followed the path
That all did
Nobody comes telling
You in your face
That you are a lost case
Nobody knows what
To say at all
It is rumpus everywhere
As music is unfound
So one day
The bird came
And sat by
My window pane
And sang aloud
Her freedom song
No god set me free
The bird did.

i trespass reason
i am made up of faith
-- single code faith
unfailing, unyielding
i do not create hope
i sing the song of now
i take on both hands
open and out in welcome
for all that holds good
to beliefs, mine and yours

my love has the shade of dark
for it takes in everything.
both, the light and the murk.

it has the shade like the one
you'd often find with your eyes shut,
faith abound, and strings undone.

Bliss
lives
at
one
furlong
from
me.
My
neighbors
are
anemones,
am­aryllises,
roses,
lilies.

there is another big world I keep

in the small space of my room;

my dreams tucked by board pins,

some letters stashed by paper clips,

notes of joy, laughter, little sadness

inside the yellow-turned diary pages,

some secret souvenirs of good time

kept neatly hidden in my wardrobe,

few oblivious scribbles on window pane,

old leaf, dry roses, ink, wall art, gadgets,

glad that I have taken care of them

always, like cherished treasures of mine.

the bright and the dark equally welcome,

wind and whispers settle swiftly in moonlight,

by my bedside, where many stories sit,

which I read or heard many many times.

whistles from some star ruffle my hair,

remind me of the times of love and talks,

I look out of the window, into the open,

where vivid memories glitter in the sky.

Each day
There is a sea of faces
Strangers walk along
And then away

Last day
Someone stole
The green of the leaf
Now it looks all pale

And Today
I no longer know
Whom to believe
All seems a dream

it all started this Monday
when no body wanted the Sun
nor anybody wanted the wind

the still is enough
to make us perspire
through our thoughts

inside us we all know
the freeze would rush in soon;
our emotions would look for warmer hearts

all hangs loose in the air
for this is no slumber
but feelings' comfort zone

October is here.

Long back once
I was a God
I painted some lovely birds
on the greenest trees
which stood by the most beautiful river
that had vivacious flowers
all along its grassy banks
I brought all this to life

people saw all of it and admired
then they thought it'd be
the sweetest, purest water
and they built a bottling plant by riverside
as if their thirst was deep rather than large
they plucked flowers and adorned houses
as if their paints were not bright enough,
they brought flowers to weddings and parties too
as if the mood and purpose were never up to mark,
they caught the birds and put them into cages
as if their free wings made people resent own servitude
they cut down trees to make skyscrapers
as if their life spans were ever eternal

and when they distorted whatever was all my hard work
they came with gloated hearts to temples and churches
they sang glorious hymns and offered construed prayers,
and in almost a state of self-praise they told me how noble I was
for I endowed them with capabilities none could ever fathom

Did you take away from my yard
Some seeds long back,
And sowed them all
On my destiny's way?
For when I walk on,
Every once in while,
I see some flowers
That seem to know me.

half is the heart
that beats fast
until two halves
stop the time
and go slow

no spin,
no twist?
no twirl
in the mist?

what frightens
your strong soul

look at the butterfly
so tender, so vivid
susceptible to each and all
her wings are

but does she fear
in her daring flight? nay

fly uninhibited
and ye shall rise
where captive
becomes the queen
of her own heart

Do not touch me,
I would burst off,
Into flecks of chagrin,
And delate your propinquity.

I am rain dropped,
On the greener grass,
And there I hang slackly,
Upon its trenchant blade.

I am betrayed by vagrant clouds,
Suspended from moving sky,
My abode is forsaken,
Taken away by winds.

Do not touch me, rather
I would embrace the soil,
Seep into pores and phloem,
Meet the river and rise again.

O heart!
be my healer

mine is the pain
that only you know
mine is the joy
that only you hold

i speak for you
in closed prayers

i am your savior,
the queen of own heart
and i shall be resplendent
in my shining armor

today,
i gift you the hope,
My Smile,

keep it, prized!

When I'd sail upon the moon boat,
I would think of all I have got,
An old dime in my left pocket,
In the right, one gifted locket,
umpteen shades of memory,
from my mind's secret brewery,
my palm drawn upside in space,
upon which once your hand you placed,
twinkling under fair, raining light,
all I have would come to sight,
another pocket, another thing,
a time-old letter that gave me wings,
what else do I do have,
nothing much I could save,
but yes, there's too, this crimson glow
which my heart refuses to show,
it used to unlock in someone's arms,
and I've lost those keys long ago.

you dwell in my sight like yesterdays
your voice is a melody upon my mind
your gaze snows upon my heart

melting me each moment
is your warmth, so unknown rather forgotten
i had turned into a rock long back

you swell in my heart like a dear wish
your smile streams in my blood like some drug
your touch still tickles deep into my skin

freezing me every once in a while
are your memories, so indestructible in form
i had no refuge to survive by, otherwise

i carried a smile to your window side,
but it turned out as i awaited,
you were too busy among laughters!

twice starts the day
for those who have
masks to change
roles to play
------------
no one knows
where it ends
the journey that begins
pure as spring
----------------
i won't mind a thing
if you so desire
but, it is my minding
that you did long admire
-----------
like anyone else
i'd be born to die
again and again
and over my sighs
-----------
who tells you
i can survive
what they don't know
i long back died
--------------------
believe not anymore
i am done with all
not a single hope
remains under my control
---------------------
there was no certainty
that death would come
until we broke few promises
until we betrayed some
-----------------------
my mind is fickle
conditioned into doom
but yours is no different
so certain our fates loom
-------------------------
i may be your first doubt
but i am my last fear
i am not willing to give up
what my soul is ready to bear
--------------------------

somebody must freeze
my emotion
my elation
my abrasion
i want to stop awhile
and touch each of them

i did fly higher
but my wings caught fire
took me down
down to the ground
where i belong
even if beguiled

feelings melt
flow like lava
burning but docile
moving but adamant

i want to touch
and see through them
or into them
do they hold
those thousand thoughts thine?

The day's relentless fate,
and the night's acceptance
Of all its sighs by the end,
Is that what you call true love?

it's a torched wind rushing into my arms
like a dreary pale leaf that wants an embrace
in dusty minuscules of sullen, sultry soil
i step out, open my heart to the sun-dried soul

glutinously holding back to me in sunk roars
the wind drinks every drop of my fluid state
i shiver in languor, i bear up with strength
and thus is revived the breeze everyday

some poems,
they are not metaphors
they are not similes
nor they are alliterations
some poems are emotions
simple, pure emotions
they trickle in one clear line
like a sincere tear drop
whose single strength
finds the road ahead
to console the weeping heart,
to remedy the ailing soul
some poems are just emotions
they just flow inside along the veins
to touch each single cell and tissue
to caress the body with wanting warmth

It was all stark silence across the verdant meadow
The soul rested in total peace and some bliss
Until one dark night, when the wind blew really hard,
Rain-kissed drops broke its slumber and made it rustle
From underneath it came a song of ecstasy and joy
I wonder if I heard just that moments back?
And I wonder how many years have gone by, since.

It was the usual tick-tock,
but it spun at a different time,
a time of merrymaking,
a time, of mirth & laughter,
of castles & soldiers,
of kings & folks,
of a princess very beautiful,
of a prince miles distant.

The clock was unmade,
but the sound was there,
of two hearts,
which beat as fast.

A story sprang forth
between the quiet intervals,
between the two far-aparts.

They wove a saga timeless,
and hence,
we are sitting across,
under this bonfire,
eager to know,
what love is like,
what makes its sound,
the tick-tock?

Our paths crossed,
our thoughts collided,
somewhat she wondered,
somewhat did I.

Both, amused, paused,
spoke one at a time,
listened one at a time,
our destinies merged.

Songs were made,
music hauled,
smiles rushed in,
a story composed,

Until the last day,
when she bade goodbye,
our hands disjoined,
and eyes met for a split second.

Just by the moment
you seek a star,
I wish to become one,
our wishes streaming out
of the same spring.
while you run away from me
into hidden solitude,
I'd become your abode
in equal disguise.

I know it would’ve been great
But i am a li’l late

And it seems you have moved on

I wish i could go back
To where last time we sat

And never leave you alone

But that’s the way it is
You said you wanted it to be

Something more

Had you waited longer
As you once promised to me

There had not been a regret tomorrow
Of what today we’ve come to be

I so wish all could be undone
I am so alone on my way

Strangers again we’re
as you walk away

I know it’d have been great
But i am a little late

And it seems you have moved on

was it you
who hung the pumpkin
in my yard?

who brought this
golden-yellow shadow
to my french window?

and inside this
round mushy pumpkin
is it you who glows?

while i bloom in new shades each day
some old leaves wilt and wither away
some new buds *******, die all sudden
some old blooms fight until the ending

you may call me a living fallacy
but only i know what i churn
had it not been worth such pain
i would never've chosen to burn

brimming with rain water
i am gonna spill
your love from
my heart's crater

cannot take it more
you belong to me no more
forgiving is not enough
take back all that is yours