Her fur in the morning is deadening white
But how does it matter I slept the whole night
The chill stayed out I didn’t need to hark
Her unpleasant stories and frantic bark!

Her eyes in the morning are watery grey
But how does it matter she makes not my day
My quilt was warm till the sun was up
My day was begot with the brewing cup!

Her look in the morning was piercingly pale
But how does it matter I slept quite well
I locked the door and shut out the curse
Peace was all mine agonies were hers!

Will it
Till it
Fill it

For tomorrow
If time kills you

There’ll always be someone
That’ll find in
What you left

The YOU!

The house resounds with mirth
There isn’t a nook left unlit
Death celebrated like a birth
Making separation look not un-sweet!

And this is what he had to say
In the style of a prophetic foretell
When I die I’ll be mourned for the day
Next day will be a memory on the wall!

To his credit he spoke what is right
One death is just a person less
He’s gone and not even fortnight
The house is back to beaming face!

It’s the right way to mourn the dead
By those who held him close to heart
Realizing life has to go on instead
Of stopping for the ones death do part!

It’s dark foggy outside
And on this dull damp day
You’re lifting my waning spirit
With your season-less love poems!*

Isn’t it a miracle that you know
When is my mind down below
You need to rekindle the flame
Resuscitate me with your love poems!

How you know on this depressing morn
Behind doors I would shut out myself
In the bleakest thoughts scarred and torn
With only your love poems for help!

Isn’t it a wonder on this day
When my sadness spills out untamed
You see it from your space far away
Revive me with your lilting love poems!

How you know when it matters most
When I feel like throwing up the game
Pull me out of the abyss back to coast
Raise me up with life breathing love poems!

Best poems are lost in the morn's toothbrush
wash away with rinse fade like first crush
run away with the trail of the bus you miss
fly with summer clouds melt like first kiss!

Best poems are lost with the winds' dusty blow
half seen half known through half shut window
burn away like fire on a long winter night
lure with contour eluding full sight!

Best poems are lost in the crescent moon's glow
when your mind is too weary head hits pillow
evanesce like youthful time smoothness of face
undecoded hieroglyph untraced address!

Best poems are lost like petals in the rain
in the race for vain pride rush for self gain
seen through smoked glass pages unread
crumbling with time wasted like ****!

In the darkly lit room
Hangs the smell of doom
As he babbles about his eyes

He seems bent on a mission
To paint a bleak vision
His elation isn’t disguised!

I’ve them aplenty
My eyes bloodied
In surgeon’s needles

Retinal detachment
Cataract
Glaucoma

There isn’t a trauma
My eyes haven’t suffered

His eyeballs roll
On the sclera
In perverse pleasure

I don’t mind
If I go blind,
The misery around
Doesn’t make eyesight a treasure

I haven’t met a man
To himself this inhuman
Treating the most valued lens
With such immense disdains

More than my suffering eyes
He says in glee undisguised
*I suffer your cruelty,

That’s when you say
It’s my way

To garner sympathy!

She lives a petaled hope of summer’s bloom.

drinking droplets of dew
catching the wind in each breath
sunning by the window
holding in her eyes the sky
where clouds bring no rain
its blue no dream
yet she unaware of times passing by
exists in lifelong amnesia
without a why
where and when
but live and die
in her unmindful giving

and *unfathomed pain!

On a bed of flowers love is born.

Let it not die

*on a bed of thorns!

Leaving the papyrus for me
she leaves for the river.

Don't follow me
she says
instead
pick up my pages
unread

and with that

she goes with the river wind.

the papyrus
scattered on her trail
before I could pick them all
fly with her

to the river!

two sweet words and you take me to the sky
your two sweet words are for what I die
they tell me you mind me and me you care
I'm never without someone when you're there.

two sweet words and my heart you win
you truly mean them they're crystal genuine
they tell me you see me I'm stuck in your sight
when I travel the dark you'll hold me a candlelight.

two sweet words and on me you lay a claim
sweep aside my doubts turn cinders into flame
they tell me you're there whatever the cost
catch me when I'm sinking find me if I'm lost.

two sweet words with that you have me bought
set me think what I'm and forget what I'm not
they tell me there's you to brush away my pain
hold me in the sun lead me through the rain.

Not all masked men are robbers

*All robbers aren't masked

Each bone of you I know

She does this charming rebuke
Such bone warming words
Making no bones about it!

This is her warm assurance
Her ways of bonhomie
That the bond, gelled, *****,
Is now bone-a-fide!

So whenever she says

I know each bone of you*

I bask in the pleasure
Bathe in the sunshine
Sit back and reap fully

The bone-nanza

Of an ever rewarding bone-d-age!

the beat cop stopped it on the street
you aren't supposed to walk the night

it's my only time it muttered under breath
I don't exist in the daylight.

a home I must find now and a fire
and someone to call my own
surely it isn't too much to aspire
when the chill is freezing my bone.

in its eyes only was the fire's glow
all doors were bolted dead tight
the shadow melting in night's flow
got no warmth from stars burning bright.

a home was made in its dream
a hearth to keep out the night
one heart showed up in starlight's gleam
one door not bolted dead tight.

the beat cop let the shadow pass by
for it must walk the end of night
to find a fire and someone its own
before dawns the earthly daylight.

It may seem so dull extraordinarily mundane
Like a movie seen yesterday to be seen again
Frame by frame alike dialogues repetitive
Seen before you go to bed heard before you leave!

But if you stop skimming the surface see it little close
There are magic happening right under your nose
She isn’t playing the same script speaking the same lines
Her colors change each hour so do her smile’s designs!

If you live the bare surface are content to stick there
You miss the subtle changes for you her redone hair
For you a coat of powder on what’s a familiar face
To move though you don’t notice in your pink favorite dress!

If you feel too weary see in changing hours no gain
Your life seems too ordinary and hopelessly mundane
You miss how she reinvents herself with you in her mind
Hoping you would see and not turn your eyes blind!

It may seem so dull extraordinarily mundane
Like a life lived yesterday to be lived today again
It’s only your turned off mind that makes it look all same
Missing out the new movies she’s building frame by frame!

A man of his words
I could never be
Nor a man of deeds

Oftener time my commitments
Lay broken like shards of glass
Dead as the trampled seeds!

Good words are easier said
Good deeds are not easier done
Words not kept are loan unpaid
Good work left undone!

It’s sad that oftener time I fail
Spoken words I let them rust
If I weigh myself in an honest scale
I have been too long unjust!

Good deeds undone are forever lost
Good words are wasted dearly
When I think of the ones it cost
I can’t say I feel heavenly!

Not hear my words but read my eyes
For words can fail eyes can’t disguise
That in my heart in silence speaks
Love’s fantasies and magic tricks!

Not hear my words but read my eyes
For words are stale holds no surprise
Can’t show the streams of love that flow
Sparkly diamonds in secret glow!

Not hear my words but read my eyes
Words are vain and crudely wise
Can’t paint the sun that shines for you
Rolls down as tears with the morning dew!

Not hear my words but read my eyes
Words can’t ever make it truly nice
Just waste the years leaving it overdue
To let you know how much I love you!

Today the cellar will be closed
Will lie buried within
Ocean of tears

Dusty toils will turn to dust
Cold nights’ sweats
Will be forgotten years

Dreams made of hard rock
Passions of concrete block
Will sleep under lock

Today the cellar will be closed
Will lie buried within
Secret wishes’ sand

All tools of labor will rust
Dusty toils will turn to dust
Will gust no winds on its land

Underneath the dreamlaid ground
The cellar will be promise bound
By its own fate

*To hold the tears all alone
Not letting it be ever known
Two hearts’ secret!

Hair styles
Hair colors
Hairdos
Hairfall
Blonde
Brunette
Redhead
Grey
Or just black

A few strands of which
I found in her comb
In one untravelled recess of wardrobe
An untouched memento
From past two decades
Not graying
Not growing
Undeclined
Undestroyed

black and thick

the only relic

for her son!

Life becomes more enduring when simple.

Simple needs
Simple wants
Simple ways
Simple pleasures
Simple measures…

Attaining this though not simple

Is worth trying

Amid the challenging realization

It’s simply impossible!

Stubble mushrooming his chin
he showed up on the door
without his trademark grin
he looked clearly sore.

He motioned me to sit on a chair
in the room with low watt light
his sullen stare and disheveled hair
said things weren't alright.

I sat in the embarrassing silence
thinking what might be the cause
what lay behind the simmering suspense
why my friend looked so morose.

There wasn't a sound in the whole house
the creepy stillness was deafening
with only the clock ticking sleepy hours
carried the night on its wing.

Sensing something was definitely wrong
gauged from his eyes swollen red
his father I knew was ailing for long
surely he was mourning the dead.

Where's uncle I set words in pace
long time I haven't him heard
making a dispassionate face
he pointed his finger upward.

So proved true my worst fear
the son was mourning the demise
everything was now clear
my shock I couldn’t disguise.

For you what a terrible blow
so early for him to have gone
my words poured sad and slow
may his soul rest in heaven.

My friend now spoke in awed face
I couldn’t miss his perturbed glare

*My father is fine God bless
he is only resting upstairs!

From the first floor window
Sadly noticed her age showing

The moon striations martian canals
Cutting her face
Scarring her youth
That day and night
Being around her like a satellite

I missed.

I was too close
As rose the marks
Expanding imprinting devouring
Shaping her
In time

To be the perfectly aged woman!

Perfectly aged

I saw myself in the mirror

And knew

I too now could lay my claim

To be her perfect mate!

Come brother let’s sit under memory’s canopy
Walk down olden times chatter childishly
Forgetting the ravaged mind the years’ tempest
Retrieve the tender moments in heart's youthful jest!

Come brother let’s hold hands like the days of yore
Walk down to find that house knock on its door
It must still be standing in the sun whitewashed clean
Waiting for us to go back dig out treasures within!

Come brother let’s go back to that half-lit classroom
Where the walls bear our scribbles the blackboard our gloom
The air still must breathe there our voice and hidden sigh
Unmended is the windowpane through which we stole the sky!

Come brother let’s go back to our childhood’s playground
Where small feet kicked dust at day end turned homebound
It craves our splashing touch contemplates the placid stream
The two that no more come remembered only in dream!

Come brother let’s once more take that precious ride
Tug each other’s heartstrings bring out the child inside
Forgetting the weathered skin the worry beaten face
Go hunting for the lost treasure of unshackled happiness!

a run to the end in scorched wing
flames licking the bloods dry
do i hear the bell's ring
the shadows coming nigh!

when my heart is bleeding
my eyes are river dry
i don't break in a mournful wail
hide in a passing sigh!

pause awhile in the life's dance
hide in the passing sigh
death is too remote to break the trance
see shadows passing by!

do i see faces ashen pale
hearts bludgeoned by doom
breaths broken by a dreary tale
leaving hopes no room!

life is too cosy too precious a trance
and death too starkly nigh
i take a break from the life's dance
to see the shadows passing by!

The news has just come

He’s dead.

In his garden the flowers bloom

Oblivious

He’s no more.

His house breathes sorrow

He would have boarded the train today
and come back tomorrow!

Come back he will now

Whitened in frozen breath

Silently receiving
Untimely wreath!

She and their son
Brutally torn
Will enter not a house but hell
Without him but with his smell
Each object still warm
With his touch of care

And their wails
will rend the night air!

Each goods is hundred rupees
Screams the mobile street vendor

Doing perfect justice to his sale
Each item weighed in the same scale!

It doesn’t matter if it’s plastic or steel
A *** of water or a kitchen utensil
No gloom of loss or elation in gain
Each hundred rupees and no bargain!

There’s no item without a use
For each one is an excuse
Would not rust with time nor would stale
Made in strong mould weighed in same scale!*

The mobile street vendor goes door to door
For hundred rupees one couldn’t have it more
The wisest man with his wares of justice
Brings to all hearts good bargain’s peace!

This morn lazing in the winter sun
He said for us living is no fun
On the weather beaten roof
His voice was ominously aloof!

Here I’m your unwelcome guest
A nuisance to you your garden’s pest
But one if not for the irony of fate
Would be today your equal primate!

He spoke uneasy on the rough concrete
My home is gone I have no retreat
God there played out to a devilish plan
Lifting one up from the other of his clan!

He paused mournful in contemplative lull
If only I could have been your equal
Would not have come begging on your door
Held captive in cage suffer agonies galore!

He curled his lips showing yellowed tooth
If I’m frank and tell you a bare truth
Right now I feel like slapping your face
To remind it’s for you I made no progress!

Past his bushy brows I saw mirrored in his eyes
A reflection of me clothed in human guise
The one looking at other both ruing their fate
For being down the rung being the superior primate!

Each to do in the morn
he stays focused on
still suffers the nagging doubt
something he's leaving out.

Morn is the rush hour.

giving the parrots a shower
feeding budgies making tea
making things for office ready.

Morn is the time for hurried food.

foul temper sullen mood
in the monstrous urgency
forgetting all decency.

The volatile morn fast departs.

it's enough if on time he starts
for a place he must be for hours' grind
leaving nothing behind *but his mind!

Ten birds on the beach
One in shallow sea
Food is within reach
Air reeks melancholy!

On this misty morn
Veiled in mystic shroud
The one away forlorn
Not foraging with the crowd!

It waits for return tide
For the waves to come in rush
So it can on them ride
Hunt in joyous gush!

Ten birds on the beach
Picture of contentment
Within their reach
Last tide’s remnant!

The one in shallow sea
New tidings its heart craves
To break through melancholy
Lift her on crested waves!

No promises he makes no resolution
The new year is new only in notion
Each day as it comes so it should be dealt
There won’t be anything new emotion unfelt!

The same faces met same stretches run
Same daily chores till the day is done
Darkened sunk eyes mirror tells it all
Worries on the rise so is hair-fall!

Nothing really changes life’***** and misses
Undying hope to build on the broken wishes
Groveling in the troughs dreaming for the crest
Praying for the miracle of next morn’s harvest!

He finds new year no time to get inebriate
Indulge in revelry and foolishly celebrate
It’s there to warp the skin droop the shoulder
Serve the stark reminder that he’s a year older!

Hovers ever so thinly in the air
a frail woman the fragile December
With the burden of building on the gone by's residue
New times beckoning in the year that is due.

A perpetual question haunts the December
What for to look back what to remember
From all the treasures scattered on her miles
Heartbreaks and sighs friendships and smiles.

Come floating in her eyes scenes of happiness
Blurred by grieving tears that knew no redress
Hearts aiming high but dying in no gain
Aspirations withered dreams cruelly slain.

December she knows times will have her shred
She has to take the call snap the last thread
And before her fall she is destined to ferry
All shades of tints to pass on to January.

twenty years on
and i still look for her
on the seashore

it was a promise she made
that even if given to another man
she would break up for once
come running to the sea
for me
and if i wasn't there
she would go deeper
leaving on the sands a note

i was here as i promised

she came to my life
she came to be my wife
but twenty years on
i still look for her
on the seashore
she ageless
waiting for her lover
and then going down to the sea
leaving a note
on the sand
unerasable

*i was here as i promised

The owl winged night is hanging low
in marshy fragrance moon's powdery glow
winds whisper day's sun tanned pain
what happened once can happen again!

The moon lights up the hidden hulls
some in view some within walls
there's no class in her beaming reach
by magic wand sleep the poor and rich!

On their thorny beds the aching souls
in feathery dew by glowing coals
their eyes moving in silvery gleam
fly on wings catch a passing dream!

It's time for the cloud to play mischief
darken the night usher in relief
to veil the moon when her job is done
so she no more hinders sleep's healing run!

Nobody can understand me
can understand my malady
nor is there a foolproof therapy
a curing remedy!

You talk about helping me
try to be friendly
it seems so silly
I'm an alien to my own family!

Can lift my surround mist
no psychiatrist
they really don't get
what's wrong and medicate!

Where I stand
won't reach your helping hand

I don't understand myself.

How can you be of any help?

Doctor, tell me, what's good or bad for me
give me guiding tips, health's recipe
what I should eat, and foods to be shunned
I find my years wasted, with most things unlearned!

Doctor, please tell me, do I eat more or less
show me the way, to a healthy happiness
chart for me, the most balanced diet
I find my years wasted, and little learned yet!

Doctor, tell me the secret, of staying healthy in strife
to remain in glowing health, for a rewarding marital life
prescribe me one potent pill, to make my groin burn
I find my potence wasted, with still many things to learn!

Doctor, now I seek your advice, in the matter of heart
tell me, how I keep it broad, before I depart
tell me if it's a broader heart, that's more easily burned
I find my years all wasted, with so many things unlearned!

Faster smoother communication
Texts flying freely in the air
But somewhere eerily dying the relation
Bred when you could just silently stare!
Gone are the years of shy look and snail mail
A distance of time-space that fanned it intense
The words though now are buzzing like gale
With the wind comes not the romance’s incense!
Flew away the time them now would never know
Of waiting in hushed noon for the mailman’s bell
Running the fingers in the warmth of a blue glow
With the lovelorn heart in pursuit of a fairytale!

Heavy hammers are pounding my courtyard
Have to reach thousand liters deep
Each blow is hitting my mind hard
Demolishing what I thought forever’s keep!

What was built up over years of toil
Now dug out as mossy broken dumps
Lie debauched the dragged out soil
As the dark hole to the gaping depth slumps!

I look down it with a sense of hurt
And down the years I ride
Sniffing to catch smell of a lost part
The times that in this cavern hide!

How I looked as these were built
How youthful she surely was then
Fossil moments embedded in the silt
If only I had them regained!

The peephole into past is now bare
Paving the time traveler one chance
To swim with the memory and be there
Give the living remnants last glance!

Lost years are never dead I believe
They all live what we think we demolish
It’s only us that are forced to leave
Leaving them breathing in buried bliss!

My silent tears
my depressions
my implosive dreams

I'm leaving behind with you.

My love is all drained
to start anew!

My trust
my faith
relics of love

I'm leaving behind on your door.

My love is too dug out
to start any more!

love is too dug out
love is too drained
heart is too empty
to start once again!

My caring eyes
pairing hopes
lost sunrise

I'm leaving behind with you.

My love is all spent
to start anew!

*love is too spent
stuck in moments
sunk in lament
to start once again!

At half past ten when alone with my slice
for you had early dinner on doctor's advice
I miss you darling at the dining table
your listening of my recaps of the day's fables!

Now I have my dinner in an empty space
with none to be teased none to address
just eating in silence on my lonely chair
missing you darling wishing you were there.

If you aren't there who do I tease
who do I sell poems who do I please
my avidest listener most ardent fan
I miss you badly my dining companion.

Comes half past ten I don't feel nice
sitting by myself with the lonely slice
now I know dear it's no small price
to not have you at dinner on doctor's advice.

As I see on the TV the little children dance
I realize in my heart the world has no chance
victims they are of the adult mind's greed
whipped to grow up forced out of seed!

As I see on the TV the little children dance
robbed of innocence in make-believe trance
I realize in my heart once childhood is obsolete
the world will go down its doom will be complete!

As I see on the TV the children in ****** jig
their parents dreaming they'll make it big
I realize in my heart in this game is no win
the child will soon stand on dead dream's ruin!

As I see on the TV little children's face
skewed and twisted in rouged distress
I realize in my heart too high is the cost
when growing up is catalyzed childhood is lost!

Uncertainty is the name of the game
Putting things in jeopardy God in shame
A particle’s position is immeasurable so its momentum
An imprecise arbitrariness for the Seeker a conundrum!

Drunk in the wine of Creation God had no inkling
Uncertainty would be inherent in his nature of things
Little slips He would make would be a stumbling block one day
One would affect the other's behavior without a remedial way!

It appears such a twisted thing making so little sense
The objects you measure with will themselves influence
The particle to be measured its velocity and speed
Discarding precise determination not yielding a perfect read!

Lovers take heart from this though her heart you may win
There’s no way with precision her love you can determine
She remains as yet unknown in her love’s position and quantum
You the Seeker can do little than to live with the conundrum!

Clay *** in hand face smudged with clay
She holds the brush makes image all day
Mound of river clay gets shape and grows
To bosoms, belly, navel and eyebrows!

She builds with the method her mind conjures
Seen through broken mirrors imagined contours
Lending every limb with a part of her own
The image will never be she when fully grown!

She has to make the goddess youthful ageless
With ridges and valleys of resplendent flesh
Remake treasures from ashes of her withered assets
That bore raging storms yore’s ***** tempests!

Her hand sweeps the clay over her troughs and crests
Heaping a lavish greed on her thighs and *******
Once finished when the model her eyes would scan
Won’t find the goddess but in her image a woman!

They don't see it in any different way
it's for the like of them another day
another day to sun in the chill
another day without a square meal.

Then when comes the unfriendly night
the cold bares fangs hounds for a bite
a roofed mirage underneath warmth born
to live it out till comes another morn.

If you break your run in reflective pause
and feel inside a stir to act a Santa Claus
weigh yourself high in the scale of spirit
enlarge your hands so they hold enough gift.

Enough may not seem for the kind of your ilk
but enough for them a crumb a saucer of milk
look into their eyes the night is no more cool
you have warmed it made their hearts thankful.

I fell badly* he says in painful groan
His hand plastered for the broken bone
*I didn’t slip nor in walk do I sleep
Or move in worries buried deep!

But still I fell in broad daylight
In clear view and clean eyesight
Without a pothole a hidden bump
Walking without a hop or a jump!

It’s painful though I don’t mind
God is so great He is so kind
He led me like a true guide
Ensuring I fall on my left side.

It's His way of showing grace
minimizing harm lessening distress
with my right hand working and free
my life is as normal as could be!

Merry Christmas, the voice greets me
humbug I mutter under breath
greed hatred jealousy
only things you live with.

Keep to yourself your mirth
I sullenly brood
such lies are too heavy for this earth
done this place no good.

Relations under cloud of doubt
each soul bears a grievous injury
merriment had long gone out
the greet is just empty.

It's a pity you still find it merry
with all the injustice inequity
man classified quartered
children for food bartered.

Merry doesn't the word stink
while some choose what to drink
fuss about the flavor to savor
many reach it by thirsty miles' labor.

Merry can't hide away the glum
of human habitats in dingy slums
strewn on pavements under open sky
breathing refuses left to rot and die.

Still, Merry Christmas to you*, says the voice
the time is to give and rejoice
the world though is truly what you say
You, I, We, have made it that way.

I don't aspire
to be immune from fire,
only hope my resilience
withstands the burn's pains!

Do they come when you are too pressed
losing on all sides utterly distressed
you are upset everything is going wrong
do they still touch you in mind comes along?

Do they keep coming hold you in their power
when is closing all doors reigning darkest hour
you are down in the gutter battered in lost war
do they still keep birthing give your soul a stir?

Do they never leave you so you can carry on
your beacon in the dark the only companion
joining your broken bones mending your heart
goading you to get up make once more a start?

I longed one kind look from you emlan
when you passed by me
now I wish to sit in silence
with you by the sea.

A stolen glance was all I did
when passed your fragrance
too little of you was all my need
I knew to keep distance.

If our paths meet ever again
if ever can dead love rise
I would not let you pass by
but look deep in your eyes.

There must still survive the ****** land
longing rivers dried in sands
unspoken words woefully shy
chance lost with time gone by.

If we now come across emlan in the faraway land
I would not shy away to reach and touch your hand
walk this time on the quested path not letting go the chance
of finding you in the wholeness and not as a passing fragrance.

World’s most attentive listeners they are
Never ever speak out only vacantly stare
What you confide in them they quietly accept
Hide in their chambers all your secrets.

When got none to listen your pains and anguishes
Your heart breaks in silence shatter into pieces
Tears of your woes fall like pearl drops unseen
They’re the ones that see but hold them all within.

Sometimes you leave on them streaming river’s stain
They bear it for some time till passes by the rain
Refrains of your soloist heart all your soliloquy
They hear but never divulge friends are they truly.

They are made only to listen never to speak out
Safely share with them your worries your doubts
Within them would ever be hidden all your mystery
Till their ruins are found as relics of history!

Mistakes we make are
lamenting over
past mistakes!

She teases me would you dare
climb few steps and go upstairs
sleep the night alone.

She knows well my fear of ghost
knows too well I fear them most
a fear I don't disown.

Phantoms I do conjure
a malady without any cure
a fear I've not outgrown.

Dragging footsteps shadows around
hearing sounds where there's no sound
whispers eerie moans.

Creaking doors yawning darkness
present they all fear's ugly face
shivers chill in bone.

In my mind lies on topmost
swirling mist of bothering ghost
a fear I can't dethrone.

So I don't love lone upstairs
gobbling ghosts and chilly scares
all the threats in store.

Tell her *dear tease no more
give my word not to snore
make my bed on floor.