eye lids move slowly
over the eyeballs
in an effort to garner
sleep to a worn out
body to restore the
metabolism to normality
yet sleep eludes

the slight movement
of the eyelids never felt before
is sensed as the brine tear
a lubricant between the interface
where surface tension dominates
all other forces of physics
what force dominates my heart?
I know not
and sleep eludes me

Unconstrained emotions flow
around like unsettled dust
particles glowing in the sunlight
that escapes in through a ventilator hole
sedatives themselves are sedated
and sleep eludes me

I still have five more days I foresee
before hallucinations and delusions
take over me
before that oh sleep like gandalf
arriving at helms deep
please come back to me
but not at the breaking of the dawn
not when light is bright
but in silence of the mysterious night

From a closed brass tap
hangs a diamond drop
wobbling , a distorted sphere
refracting the light of a
forty watt bulb
dispersing into seven colors
a dancing wavy necklace
Fluttering within the drop.
The trance is broken
as the drop as a perfect sphere
drops yet so slowly, gently hitting the floor
of the watery surface of a filled bucket
and the surface ripples in joy
as it knows even the
flowing water is bound by time
only the last drop can capture
that one precious instant
before its final fall.

From the day we are born
Till tomorrow's beautiful dawn.
we shall be depending
on
all the data we have been assimilating.

Data within our memories.
Can i truly forget the past?
Live only in the present
without any memories.

what are the five extrinsic senses
we depend upon do ?
without any memories.
This trap becomes bigger
the more data you collect.

The same data one of the reasons for diversity.
Hence is required liberty.
and
One day when I truly
start loosing my memory
Please do not throw me away
to the asylums with the tag
CRAZY

Actions canvas the swollen brain,
soul gets lost, ashes remain.
The needles ***** every
inch of the deserted heart,
with them I embroider
my words on a satin cloth
stained in bright red.
The words seem to
disperse away from
your sensation and only
red remains.
Intoxicated in insomnia
I brave another needle *****
as those words may disperse
from the stained satin cloth
but shall be firmly etched
as ideals in this vibrating heart.

The boy now tugged the arms of his father and he said "pa

Girls
In class, a space bound
by four walls adorned
with exit door, entertaining
windows, gloomy blackboard,
numerous monotonic charts pasted
lively children lay on benches wasted.

In this stream of gloom and curiosity
little boys and girls fight, Rather
in decent words compete
I sit in that forbidden corner
and look through the eyes
of the girls whom I too
must confess I have fought before

The world through their eyes
has a very bright ambitious glare
the ambition to prove
everyone around them wrong
that they too are equally strong
and silently I smile as it reminds
me ..........
Father suddenly breaks the narration of  the child
" Of  the special one
My love, your ma"
and similar thoughts resonating through both their twinkling eyes and silent smiles caressing their lips they walk past the mimosa arches into the grassy carpet towards their favorite spot the gigantic peepul tree by the boulder.

The child comes out of the mystic trance excitement still raging on and the father still lingers on staring deep into the sky and murmured to himself
"The day I saw you
was nothing special it
seemed then
Clad in a deep orange salwar
with fluttering over expressive eyes
with elegant steps you glided around
Our eyes met for an instant
and cocky rather timid
me looked away
that brief encounter
was all it was it seemed
but there lay another
coincidence written
in the books of destiny."
Unable to get his fathers attention the boy pulls his father's arms vigorously and in desperation
"PAA where are you ? anybody in there? knock knock "
Pulled out from the memory lanes he looks into the child and a hearty laugh blasts out of his lungs and without any reason the innocence of the child too drags him and both blast into uncontrollable bouts of laughter in harmony.

A muddy path loomed in front of a couple, one tall and another a tiny tot sharing the bond of a father and son. The path whose sides were engulfed with grassy pavements and a series of arches of mimosa trees, evening light of the dusk dancing through the leaves leaving a hazy spluttered pattern on the ground.
There was gleam in the child's bubbly eyes the one that he had got from his mother and he danced around his father trying to express things compressed in his little thought library.
Pa he said
" The world I saw today
lay transfixed, a different world
the world that you wanted me to  
see, the world not only from my eyes
but eyes of others too"

Crow
"Boys sitting together
eating lunch, chit chat
and banter for side dish
Suddenly a black shadow
attacks boys run for shelter
and I stand by a tree
and try to look through
the eyes of crow
I see their nest, I see their babies
I see the concern in their eyes
and fear in the eyes of ones
around me as they are blind
I try to stop them make them see
and now tears engulf me "

Dad bends down ,looking at his son, deep into his eyes with smile
he says
" Fear not my son
the tears you wept are
Tears of innocence
Tears of empathy
and now do tell me
what else did you see"

With those words he relit the flames of excitement in the child and as they began to walk again a random dog walked across the path,
a fast gush of wind made the leaves fall  and the two of them walked on.

Over the miles
somewhere beyond my reach
distress calls go unattended
my heart goes pale blue
yet I bleed red

someone dear
too far yet near
stands in the eye
of crisis unreachable
I can do nothing
feeling miserable
and only pray
my heart goes pale blue
yet I bleed red

falling bombs ,
propaganda charms
run amok in my chaotic mind
direction , unable to find
philosophers of love
assassinated by
priests of hate
my heart goes blue
Yet I bleed red.

Now here
I bring smile to a beggar
yet bitter residues burn
Patted once
betrayed beyond twice thrice
infinite
indefinite serpents caress
the numb body swollen mind
dissatisfied, idealism washes the stains
as I begin to walk away
having nothing to say
My heart still goes blue
My minds gone cuckoo
yet I still bleed red