My thoughts have become clairvoyant
I stutter at words
nothing new on the horizon
no difference between shores
only cliched feelings
repeating inside
perhaps if the wind
stirs up a storm
it will bring
the promise of newness
in my barren, monochrome world...

Sounds of waves
Penetrate within
The great ocean
calls my name
in the breeze
the horizon collapses
silence clots
I arise to a storm
Raging madly
in my veins
an urge to renounce
mind, body
dissolves in oneness
My soul awakens
To the scream of
the sky
Then expands
upwards
From bottomless depths
rising
to the call of the unknown
a glorious ascent
that ignores the
laughing, crying struggling
I rise as planets, quasars
galaxies vanish in nothingness
upwards still
Breaking the heavens
like a lost kite
Memory hovers
in stillness
Time evaporates
And there, there
I rest
My being merges
with the ether
and peace
my ultimate home.

I wrote a poem in your heart
for a lack of proper expression
I hid my feelings behind a metaphor
you won't understand its true meaning
until you change.

When you change, I will write another poem
revealing the metaphor, which is nothing but
a picture of your childhood.

I name my eyes
after the great war
whose aftermath
promised a change
to those moments
unseeing
by suffering

I name my ears
after the church bells
whose euphony
lets me forget
my past

I name my lips
after that nameless song
whose lyrics
urge me
to speak a little
of what's left unsaid


And I name my heart
after the soundless sea
whose silence
helps me to see
the other side of the shore.

There was a cliff, where we first met.
Below, perpetual waves crashed
At sunset, we watched the fishermen
return in dinghies.

She told me she was here for the moon
when the moon came out, she said
it looked like a rabbit's tummy
with the stars decorated as ears
and legs. I anticipated the pattern
and nodded happily.

We shared our stories under the
starlit night, there was a moment
of closeness in the air. That day,
my life changed forever.

Half-a- century followed...

Today she left me.
Her final breath fell with
a sigh. By her side, there
was numerous pictures of rabbits
she'd been asking me for days
If I could recall anything seeing them.
I was left clueless...

The field overflowed with the blood of heroes
yet blood fell cheap on the battleground
still no freedom for those who dared
silence to the soul,who made little sound.

Onward they marched common man and soldiers alike
to stop the tyranny once in for all
their cry for freedom echoed in the winds
one by one,the enemies will fall.

Their pledge to the soil turned into action
sacrifices were made in the heart of motherland
patriot after patriot bathed in blood
as quit India movement began to expand.

Finally,at the stroke of midnight hour
freedom came out loud and strong
the people of India cherished their dreams
as a storm loomed with their hallowed song.

To this day,India remembers her heroes
whose blood has spoken the language of freedom
India stands proud,with her flag flying high
reclaiming her land and her beautiful kingdom.

From the womb of Creation,
when time was born,I manifest
myself in the dark void.
With unending force I expand,
I expand defying boundaries,
I expand to adorn the void
with a celestial garland,
and I expand to reach beyond
the Infinite.

From dawn to dusk,
I paint the heavens with
acute passion.Countless
distorted images with an
intoxicating shade of orange
greet the mortals during
sunset.With the birth of night,
I reveal another secret, for light
steals the glory of darkness through
the moon,stars and the fireflies.
My faithful acolytes brave the dark
and triumph like a victorious warrior,
proclaiming that they are not just
things of beauty.

Finally a new day awakes with the
soft roar of the waves. I direct the
winds to kiss the flowers and make
them blossom with a vibrant hue.
The moon and the stars bid goodbye
to the young sun and calmly waits
for the coming of another night.

I am that blank canvas,upon which
I paint endlessly,whether it is the clouds
in manifold forms,or the stars that
dot the heavens, it is I who give them
life and it is I who take it away from
them,that is my pain,that is my beauty.
For I am eternal and so are my creations,
I was never born,nor will I die, I gave
birth to life, and unto me will everything
return.