1
*He packed his bags to leave the town, along with his love,
but not all that soon as they had promises to keep
but when she said in hushed whisper,
being a bird of passage, she would leave soon,
he didn't in his wildest dreams thought,
she would leave him behind.
2
He can't do without her a minute,
she too would feel the same, he had no doubt,
she heard what he said and enchantingly smiled,
she didn't say yes or no, he was bit puzzled
pale she was, like a withering flower, for that, he loved her more
she looked so vulnerable, he wanted to protect her for ever.
3
This inn does't belong to them, they are helpless,
have to concede to the laws, imposed on them
finding true love is like winning a game of dice
there isn't any rule to make sure one will win, so he makes sure
to follow the itinerant maiden, wherever she desires to settle.
She took leave of everyone near and dear; a ritual heart breaking
how lucky he was , the only one to be with her, every single time
she controlled herself , a brave heart she is,
none, even her kin offered to go with her except him
she didn't have any baggage, he took many with him,
she just smiled and gently reminded him, this:
"Travel light always, you wouldn't have to jettison anything"
He saw a cryptic smile play on her lips again.
4
"Look! how simple my love is" he beamed within him
they were at the ferry, he didn't see any one there other than them,
he , his love and her dog; then ferry boat came
"Space only for you and your dog" a voice without a face said
They got in, the dog first, she pretended she didn't see him there.
in that moment he knew where he stood in this deal;
this world is an illusion where love makes us all fools
5
Each one has to stand alone, watching  the karma wheel's turn
no one is shade for the other, karma decides
she was another, though they were one,
what an illusion this is, if caught in its web, it slowly kills
Did she mumble something, before the boat chugged off?
"We'll meet there, where time and space is a myth"

With a start he wakes up, hearing muffled cries from around.

Paul Walker
drove past
                                                            ­     *fast

There was a river, near  my village home
a perennial silver memory of my childhood
in which my mind  still in hallucinations swims,
a life line once ,no more exists,  because of our sins
alas no one recognized her might,when she was
alive and full, roared  tigress like through ravines.

From above the hills, a girdle of gleaming silver
comely like a village belle on her way to the market,
in that jungle village they never noticed her charm
or the amble through rocky paths and an occasional prance

From the hill roaring aloud she jumped down,
ran through the sand bed in mirth, on  both sides
coconut groves and rice fields performed welcome dance,
but times changed, they daily removed sand in truck loads
as we watched in pain  the river turned to a mere rivulet
one day the river became a myth, a tearful story to tell.

There was a river once for our childhood whims to swim
for beauty in the form of lush green to come, stay near the stream
a river of plenty that we thought was ours  for all the times to come
it's now a distant memory, seems like an unreal  sad dream.

Above the waves, fish-eagles circle,
eyes scan the moving water plane,
lashing sea waves, blanket of cover,
shoals of fish, swim below in mirth.
Within fraction of a second,
a sea change, secret window opens
two eagle eyes sense a change in dynamics,
swoops down,
a lightening strike,
one fish that made a wrong move,
rides between the claws to its grave.

Lone crow on top of the transmission tower,
pretends she has its ownership rights.
A flock of swallows trying to alight on it,
deflected by her belligerence, scatter to all sides.
Shadow of an eagle above, quickly makes her wise,
like an acrobat, she dives upside down, disappears.

demure bride
was perplexed
"Kiss?
isn't mouth
for good purposes?"

Silver lily of the pond,
drunk with the wine of moonshine,
went to sleep, with a smile on her face
still dreaming moon's embrace.

The breeze that tickled leaves,
made them laugh, without control
now whispers, hush hush,
A lovelorn cloud with her transparent lace,
wipes the moon's misty face.

Down below, in an unseen corner,
concealing her doleful heart's desires,
a faint  shadow of the night light,
adoringly looks at the moon,
her beloved she silently desires.
*But this love, tragic and futile,
is not known even to the moon

1
Pitch dark night.
He stood atop
the tallest bell tower
in the city of his heart,
insanely pleading
to the starlit sky
to come down
and kiss his brow,
shocking him to the core,
he saw two evil eyes staring
above the shadow
of two dark vulture wings,
just in a flash
abruptly he left
trying to erase the moment
from memory altogether.
For the first time
in his short unhappy life
he learned one has to be patient
till the wings grow
by self acquired magic.
2
Moonlit night
foamy waves of soft light
splash on the shores of tender hearts,
standing alone on the village green
he waited for the angel,
he dreamed to descend
firmly believing she would be there
the moon suddenly grew bright,
the breeze brought
the scent of incenses
he heard bells sonorously ring,
was it real or an enchanting dream?
rustling of soft wings told him
about her presence
for a divine moment he thought
he saw her gentle eyes
flashing quickly at him;
a moment of grace
like a huge dew drop
enveloped him for ever.

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million lights entice,
yet night loves far away moon.
baffling, love's choices!

"Ant dear, don't pant" she pleaded without words
"let me listen to the music of this rose breaking open"

A gulf of emotions lies deep
between him and her right now,
she stands unmoved for long
on her island of grief.

He stands on the firm land
just an earshot away
waving  frantically at her,
as if everything is alright.
She just struts towards him
a bit, her face still inscrutable,
as if she has completely forgotten
her role on the play she is in.

Now, in a boat he goes around the island
and urge her to take a plunge;
is she afraid to jump and swim in the cold water
or she likes it there alone,
though cut off, from mainland,
comfortable in that island?

The jazz band playing in the background
sensed the change , stunned, has fallen mute.

she binds with her eyes,
restrains break with gleaming  smile;
love's sweet anarchy!

monsoon casts a spell,
nature  subdued hibernates;
but wild is the wind!

I fell from the mountain peak, I climbed alone,
in to the blue depth of her lonely heart, frothing hot.

She feigned surprise,"Do not know how this happened"
I remembered seeing her creeping in to my thoughts before.

Was it a conspiracy we both hatched together,a subconscious plot!

Did I slip and fall in to her expectant heart,waiting warmly for me?
The way to a maiden's heart and the secret of a man's craftiness
are unknown; we decide our love, is to be accepted, with an open heart
Are we spooked, trapped inside the logic of a Salvador Dali painting?

He touched
           a woman
                        once,
   she gave him
                         a look,
                                              he took it in his heart for ever.

"Invaluable, these three things I cherish"
he  tells her , "Will you sell each, ask any price"
"Certain wealth refuses to be sold", he makes it clear
" Whatever price you quote will be far less
than the value  I give, there is a flip side too,
others won't find any worth in its glitter,
then would any one even touch it, even if i offer?"
she was puzzled and demanded an explanation
"All the three are memories effulgent,
so much alive these moments are in my mind,
how would I transfer these to others, even if  they desire?
Imagine the moment they cease to be alive for me, in some case,
it's their death, they loose all value, just  dumped in to the dustbin of time"

Don't ask
the echo
to shut up.
        You loose
        the right
        when you yell
        that aloud.
No need to bid,
echo to be quiet,
if you just do
what you ask for.
Adore silence
till light dawns.

Denying words their right and might
this was cryptically conveyed to us:
a death plan is being  perfected,
the need of the dark hour, for sure!
This extending nightmare we are in
a darkly crafted metaphor, threatening!
Never forget, one is nothing more than
an unflinching  core member of the clan,
standing daggers drawn, waiting the turn
taken  a blood oath of utmost submission.
A 'death plan' sounds sinister,you think?
it's intended, remember as you advance.
The piranhas are the hungriest,
                                                 at this time of the year
 the climate changes sharpen their fangs,
for a killer smile, the vengeance of nature!
Beware the nature is aware of all shenanigans,
the swim against the flow  can go on no more.
Looking for an omen, the dark sun rising
with an accusing finger pointing at you?
At this pirrana hour, let go such thoughts
there won't be such niceties,no embellishments.
Fight your bitter water wars, with neighbors,
in this twilight fast engulfed by a dark night.
Repent for slipping from the ladder of thought,
leading to the pinnacle of the tallest pyramid,
while the rot spreads, when y'all lie, relentlessly
steal or **** to stamp one's victory over the other.

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

A kite in the wind
a lilt in my sight.

i suspect, sun has a wish,
not to wake up.

Less than a queen
she never would be,
the rules will be,
set by her, and others
have to fall in line,
she thought in her, inimitable
self centered way,
though selling it to those around,
had its own difficulties.
Soon she found,
that was not to be,
as the world has rules
set by its laws of movements,
so she fell apart;
he saw her from afar
getting ready, putting on
her space suit, to take off,
without a second thought,
to a parallel universe,
she once detested,
now found attractive,
as she thought it's easy
to curry favour,
the denizens, they will fall pray
to her quick fix charms.
Would she be aware
of the black energy,
that lurks everywhere.
"what else can one say
now that you have decided"
he told that himself.

Strutting popinjay,
wears many hats,
to be precise:
                     she displays
                     a new hat
                      each day,
                      as her trophy before the world.
                      Each with a new color,
                      and a scent different.
                      Her crude wide smirk
                      conceals
                            ­         a secret
                     each one is pinched
                                                     from her lover of the day.

a green leaf in the swirl,
        as the maelstrom ***** in
stands tail up in anguish, for a moment
         then goes without a trace

Someone has started a war once again
says the news bulletin; the news caster
munch it again and again, tempting
listeners as if it is her favorite nutrient pill.

Gloom spreads in the after noon, distressed lovers
are getting ready to live together some time soon,
"Only if things fall in place,without any hitch
and the world decides to be kind" they resolve.

Like the background score, they hear the wails of children,
their lives are destroyed for ever by precision warheads
made in the best of factories, yes death creation, is a business for profit
not too may'll shy away from such prospects,
                                      
               ­                                                    isn't gun a reality of life?

(protect it with life, what if if destroys life bit by bit)
Why he asks her, is there no bar, in creating war for fun
she says they must start one, the sooner they can,a war to end all wars,
till the moment one or both go down offering no surrender
or a law to stop making wars, is to be brought  in force at gun point.
Allow warheads to stockpile, to get rusted, harmlessly go waste,
so that all in this world once more can feel safe,
                                                           ­       the beleaguered lovers dream

Every time she appears,
in the limelight, emerging
from the corners shadows prowl,
in no time she mercilessly steals
all the charm from girls all round
and then every one is compelled
to talk about her in hushed tones.

"Stop this wily moves to steal a march
do you think I am unaware of your tricks?"
in to her ear I would whisper,
as if advocating for others,who lose face,
when we dance face to face, in total abandon.

She would pretend innocence,
look at me as if she was cheated ,
go back to her silent  planning,
for the next theft between deft dance moves,
her disarming style, curtains off her wile.

1.Thorn
A thorn is nothing
but a wish stubborn,
with an earnest point
to make a deep impact.

2.Her Reality

The core of a nightmare
broke loose, is she,
dislocated in a space
on broad day light
ready for someone
with a yen, for day dreaming.

3.A borrowed Deja vu

He suspects his love life, in vain
is piece of a well orchestrated ordeal,
of some one regaled much in pain;
just a cosmic 'cut and paste' job!

4.Tiger's aesthestics

"A match perfect, for me,
you are a befitting target"
growled the greedy tiger,
as he sighted the gazelle.

5.Unique

Day and night act
so well as the opposites,
yet they complement
ad infinitum,without
any complaint,
and sans even a trace
of pride or  jealousy.
Everything, even those
looking diametrically
opposite to untrained eyes,
are uniquely meaningful.

ascetic's attention
got stolen !
                reason-
                             mellow maiden
                             in maudlin yellow.

An inexplicable alchemy blends us
and transform, when you are with me;
I am fully filled up by what is 'you'
then, how could'I' be there, it's all you.

"I am freedom itself" hummed aloud,
the wind that passes agitating tree tops,
air am I, the giver of life,pumping energy"
"I am with you" I echoed his song sans words
"Though I won't hazard a guess where do we go"
"Don't you bother, our circumnavigation is yet another
of the stories, in the compendium,universe  does cherish.
We belong to all, as movement that never ceases"

"Get in to my vehicle, the heat will look after the rest,
the transporter,that makes everything light,
by burning down, I am the transformer too"
"I am the hunger you possess" I replied
"I eat and digest, create growth, make things move,
in my ***** is the hunger to procreate,progress.
Once the hunger is satiated, I get back
slithering in to the burrow, like a serpent
Anger I become when I decide to destruct,
it's from the ashes of the old,the new is constructed!

"From the salt in me,everything living sprout"
earth, the begining and end of everything
in customary silence,implied, I was overwhelmed.
she is the nurturing mother of every seed with the
potential to life, wants to open eyes to the sun
then grow roots deep to entrench, stand *****,
"I am one with you mother earth, from you
sprung my body, that seeks light, rest at night"

Sky was full of birds,regaling in every presence
in it's fold, sky beams"I am a vessel fathomless,
come in to my space open,dance your way to bliss,
and seek wistful dreams written by interstellar light"
"I am filled by you where there is an absence of other
my mind limitless is in you exist, I am you in spirit,
when I withdraw from all,I am all in you, nothing left"

Water did speak both to my silence and eloquence,
water is beyond the markers of darkness and light,
From earth to dust, dissolving to be water and flow
from one kind of existence to other, till the limits of cosmos.