Stealthily she moves, like a ghost,
               None seems to notice her dark presence,
"Here I am near his bride" vengefully she hisses,
                  Then remembers, "Already I am a ghost"

Three cats,
                black, white
                  and ginger,
                           at that,
          a formidable
                         combination,
                 that can strike
            with a power
                   combained,
                              are
                    ­          in a conclave
                              in the dining hall floor,


                                entrenched in  a small hole in a corner,
                                              his head just jutting out,
                                      desperately sniffing at the secret pact,
                          is a little  mouse, watching the proceedings terrified.
                                                      ­                 #

Rain poured its *** off,
And see now: pools big and small;
More than can handle!

We merged in a ferocious kiss,
that happened without any design,
your lips tasted like wine, you felt-
mine the same; wasn't it divine!
then, how did that sea change, happen?
*your love tasted brine so soon,
blood in my veins turned poison.

my love life with words
has a hidden side,
at times i even think:
"is it the curse of the witch
in a dream called me ' poet'
to carry this along, all life long?"

a never ending itch,
that only exhilarates,
and makes me *****
more than ever.
                        as a poet,
words of certain nature,
winged birds, that fly high
to a higher level few reach,
enrapture me more than others.

so much passion gush out,
at the very first sight,
like when i was deeply involved
with a girl, first.

but here is the secret
that leads to a long love affair:
             i make love like a libertine,
pulling out all the stops,
but later the true color
of  the relationship emerges,

i can't put up with post ****** hatred,
it's a poison that kills all  lust for life,

when i embrace a word
i have this fervent wish in mind:
"oh! word, that binds me with
such  fragrance, color and mood,
embrace me, let me feel your pulse,
permeate your warmth in to my heart
color my mind with your brush"

i love to relish each word,
like a fresh, ripe, pulpy fruit,
let there be no seed to spit.
O

your sweet murmurings
tickle the evening,
look! the sky is blushing,
it's all red in the western horizon.

with your soft breath,
you make the atmosphere sweet,
hey, the honey bee is confused,
it comes round and round,
like an enamored lover!

with your sonorous snore,
the dreamy night
gets goosebumps,
fools call them stars
and gloat how they gleam!

have you ever thought,
what my love to you,
does to me every minute?
my heart palpitates
like i have an affliction
only love can cause,
and do away with.

*words never can express well,
how do i feel,
when you are away
and my eyes crave for you in sight.

a distraught sparrow,
tries to dodge the arrows of heat,
mother nature's ire!

The trees in the valley far down remains to the viewer's eyes green,
she came back cleaving the hills of dead leaves, blocking the way
her songs vibrant,indeed like it was in a  time long past,hard to forget,

One is in for wonders if the time travel is done mindful,dispassionate,
life is a garden full of strange flowers, bloomed at various times ,
standing still, magically fresh, all along ready to be plucked at  will,

But one easily falls to corruption, blinded are the eyes of the fallen,
this is a  game, playing the role alone matters,nothing else elevates,
don't forget, flowing with the current alone ,takes the drop to the ocean.

She came back, I suppose to complete the circle of illusion,we are in
nevertheless the imaginary places she scented,still cause me an elation.

Cloud’s hot teardrops fall,
Polluted lake swells and sighs,
Dark waves lurk beneath!

don't eat
         a dead word
         (even if
         it is yours)

wild dancing of palms,
rigmarole of rain goes on,
water flows gurgling!

Like a stop watch
deftly traps time,
the silver light
in your eyes
arrests the passing moments
        and
brings eternity
to my ken
though just for a moment.

Wanton moon,
deftest angler I've ever seen,
my heart,
thrashes about wildly
caught in your fishing hook.
Pining for you each minute,
I wasn't aware where would
this love lead me in the end.
How blessed I should feel
for having my heart impaled
by love and longing
you tell me sans words
all the while,
What else can I hope
if I am hopelessly in love with this pain?
Keep me always like this,
your favourite minion.

From the past, a miracle; I come back here  alive!
The matter recycled, many times over has such verve.
Stardust, lulled by cosmic hum, minerals and metals,
The spirit transcending  timelessly is infused in to it!

Water, your messenger stimulates my whole being.
With dew drops ,fog, ice  and steam my skin is burnished.
I am a flow perennial, ever one with the water's quest
Drenched all over, I  drink rain water, get inebriated.

Wind, inconsistent, wearing a robe of smoke, now and then,
Breathed in to me currents generously  and said"Come alive"
Atop the hills I dance with the wind,the element of freedom,
Fly down like a colorful kite, in my wishful recurring dreams.

I walk the earth, like every man fighting his war to survive
The red earth like mother bleeds love for me, cheers me up,
Son of the soil,am I, ****** earth stimulates my all senses
I smear myself with sticky mud, green,then grows therein.

Your note of love I await, comes streaming in the  light,
Flashing over clouds, green leaves,waves and skylight.
My love undying keeps awake,waiting for a sign of yours.
To join you in the time you decide for me to take your hand.

Just an instrument am I, your love invents, to unite all together,
In your eternal spirit I  too move,a continuing love story for ever.

she thinks herself
as my messenger
I am the mirror
she reflects
on which miraculously
the revelations
regularly appear

whenever we meet
we talk in the lingo
of wind and water
we walk hand in hand
along the bank of
our favorite river,
that none would find
in time and space

we love dancing around
the fire we create for ourselves
she turns a singer
only when the urge
fully overpowers her.
we know no anger,
we embrace
the winds of change
like it's a long lost brother

I am her song with
the words she perfects,
meaning I make sure
goes beyond and hit
the center
in our town there isn't
any pair like us,but we've
never thought that way
even once
we aspire, never despair
we are children of nature
cosmic love bug is our signature.

I feel the lubricious eloquence of fingers of love,all over
through  wind and waters, moonbeams from far heavens,
that alleviate my pain of separation, when I am left alone
in those caresses an unmistakable message I get,I sigh.

But you never acknowledge my presence not even once
do not even care to imply  that you've seen me by chance.

day and night for me makes no difference, blinded by love
I am shameless, want to hear your voice sonorous, everywhere
you play hide and seek with finesse,remain alien to my ears.

The sanctity of my love is there for all to see,a sparkling diamond,
but every sign indicates that you don't melt in my temperature
colts let loose, my words are buoyant,eager to come to you, touch

But confused by your signals they run helter-skelter
not knowing how to seek you, where to search for,
how would I phrase my love to you,that sears me every minute,
for eons, never fulfilled as you refuse to walk by me, with a smile

But you remain  my only love,pursue you, sure I would
the scent distinctive and the flower are one, no denying it.

You know how-don't ever tell me you don't
How I love the sun rays play with the cloud
As I curiously look up, I clearly see me falling
Through the swaying foliages of a cloud tree
Frolicking with the philanderer wind tickling her.
Sowing goosebumps you think, as falling raindrops
While she wishes she wouldn't respond to such
                                           frivolous machinations.
Is it love?
She gets no answer.The day marches on
an illusory ground, not worried about  THE END

Falling through the space, I see a sky full of holes.
Absence in presence and presence clouding absence
This, nobody ever takes notice.
                                                    An invisible particle
Of matter yet to be discovered,
I was stardust for a while,
I was falling,
Then I was quantas of energy
Without a given name, that wanted
To be on the move, singing,
While there is still  a song within.
Yes I was falling.
I confess: every night , I was curious about the moon's routine
Even on those nights she kept me waiting in the darkness guessing
"Woman, by spurning my love , you destroy light legitimately  ours".
The love I only kept,  for your silver lashes that pleases me!
I was falling:
On the face
Of the moon
I saw it's
        Reflection.

I was falling
All alone,from
Your memory
Like the
                Crinkled
                     Petal
                          Of a dead
                                   Flower.

Dear wordsmith, lovely mind, should I tell you,
cosmic dust settled to create this  earth?
How enchantingly you write, unparalleled aesthetic delight,
                                      
                                           *
                                       *
                                                       *
*all from those distant dusty nothing! I am so amazed!

The red rosebud, bitterly wept,
and said" I am full of guilt
          I don't want
                   to bloom at all"

Constant wanderer am I
      a cloud, it's heart  questing for truth,
hovering above the extending landscape,
       scanning it for beauty,
raining in joy, to make beauty
               turn her eyes towards me with love.
this is just one fleeting life in a cycle,
      that turns on for ever and ever and ever.
wait for me here, there or anywhere, my love,
           even if it's beyond the limits of universe.

Though an anchored boat,
my silent mind goes adrift
as lapping waves sing

A swarm of bees hum?
Thrilled earth receives cumulonimbus sting ;
Mind is on a swing!

Above cliffs a condor soars.
Through its eyes I scan the world
My inner being in flight.

A long forgotten art,  needed to reinvent it from the days past,
making a clay ***, the size of my heart, where everything started,
with my bare hands; I felt like a man in the primeval times.
The act but brought a sense of satisfaction, it seemed like a ritual
with therapeutic effects,but couldn't delineate what it was.
Was the red clay *** in my hand, a yearning, in symbolic form?

Was I trying to capture the elusive meaning of  life, in a way wrong?
life throws questions after questions at one, not wanting any answers!
And then one stumbles upon symbols, morphed in the depth of emotions,
with these forms, answering to the enigmas of life is done with ease.

A vessel perfect, it seemed to collect one's tears,wasting not even a drop
on the pool of tears, reflects my face, than any of the surfaces  before,
why then, her face too floats along with mine,  out of nowhere?
a nowhere called past,which never goes anywhere, even if charms are tried.