Got it right,
Day’s pains find light
In creative night!

Know for sure
When the times mature,
Holding on our palm the residues of night,
Will find each other in bone colored moonlight.
In that destined night’s unearthly glow
The night for us will pause and pass slow,
So we could, draped in heaven’s gracious white,
Sail for eternity in bone colored moonlight.

She didn't speak,
Just went on with her work
Of giving her home a facelift.
An ethereal urge filled me
To be near her, touch her a little
And add my hands to the touch up.
The air was rich with the aroma
Of the coming of the season of joy.
I knew something never grows old,
Never requires a word or even a look.
In silence we rained love on each other!

He lies wide eyed.

The opaque stream reflects no sky
betrays no emotions
nothing is impressed on the canvas anymore.

‘Wide eyed’
that’s how he was described by all
as he gave everything a riveting look
stopped on the way of his routine chores
lost in his own wandering thoughts
stealing and storing on those orifice
the wonders that often pass as mundane
letting not the smallest bit to escape
like a crazy collector on a wild run of filling his scrapbook.

He lies wide eyed.

His unblinking eyes still in awe of the stored marvels
and silently pleading the approaching fingers
not to shut them!

I gathered the finest things for it,
Put them together, polished them neat,
I shaped it the best way I could
Wanting it to be there for good!
Just when it was in perfect form,
Winds rose, blew thunderstorm,
I clung onto it with all my heart,
It broke into pieces, lay tattered in dust.

After a while's despair, a momentary pain,
I gathered back the fragments for making it again!

“Wake up dear, got something to tell you,
I have ceased to love you”.
“Oh, I knew it all along”, she said,
“but didn’t let you know I knew! ”
“I knew you were soon done with me,
but made it up by a pretense of love,
and it must have been so painful for you”.
“Why, dear? Why didn’t you tell me? ”
“cause sometimes the best place for truth
is in the heart, that’s why! ”
“what’s the truth you guarded in your heart? ”
“it matters little to you,  it was my selfishness”
“what selfishness? ”, I cried,
“loving you knowing it would not come back! ”

I woke up from the dream and knew….
I couldn’t let it out of my heart!

she doesn’t know
what i’m on the other side
friend or foe!

i don’t know
the other side hides her
she doesn’t show!

consciously we don’t peep
it's how we keep
the mystery jealously!

on the park bench
two lovers
were perfecting the art of love!

between them shrinking spaces
their lost and drunken faces
betrayed
the process was endless!

In the stillness of the night,
The lake was drinking the moon.
Though shattered, he was not crying,
His eyes just glistened with a mist.
She was his world and bereft her,
It meant nothing to live.
Slowly he got up,
And with a sweep of charcoal,
Wrote in bold on the shabby hoarding,
‘I MISS YOU'.

Then he went into the water.

The cloud drops on my lip
On the tip of my nose
I get hugged by the drip
Ah, rain is so close!
The heat is now a story
The balm seems so near
Regaining its lost glory
Surely the monsoon is here!
Tip-tap on my windowpane
Dark floaters are busy
Pouring on men and women
Life is once more easy!
I'm glad the rain is back
To awaken the soil's green
Wipe out the summer's crack
Dance on my parched roof tin!

The eyes meet and then
It rains kisses from the heaven.
I turn your soil into mine
And give you a moondrop divine.
Storms our loves weather
Tides bring our souls together
Hearts woven one, we ride into fires
Timelessness is what our bond aspires.
But youth the ruthless mirror
Like a cold creeping terror,
Catches us to leave us behind.

You and I carry its embers in our mind.

When lengthens the night’s shadow, on the street the dogs bark
The barn owl strums an eerie tune, from pipal ghosts disembark
I sink in the blanket deep, in its dark secured hollow
Can their eyes still see me, can me still they follow?
When the clouds hide the moon, stars wear shroud of black
The winds rattle the window, floats misty shadow’s track
I shrink small beneath my blanket, sweats from forehead drip
Do those eyes still follow me, clawed hands itch for a grip?
When night seems a black paste, spread on around my bed
From tree trunk descends a dark shape, a torso without a head
I slip afar through the blanket, to escape the monster’s reach
Can they still hunt me out, my fear’s demon and witch?

On a drizzly morning
Many rains ago,
I held an umbrella for you.
The sky opened up,
Brought us close,
Though not close enough
To live under one umbrella-

The painting is there
Seasoned by passing years,

Do you live to see it?

I would die for one more go.

The child is smiling, sunshine surrounds her
Let sorrow never touch her, she has to go afar
The child is innocent, simple is her life
She will be a woman, someday someone's wife.
The child is smiling, her face a beaming moon
It doesn't stop here, a woman she'll be soon
Now she doesn't care, she is free and wild
But she has to grow up, can't remain a child.
The child is running, in gay abandon
Let it be like this, let her be on her own
It's in her nature, to become a woman
To make the world beautiful, in a way only she can.

The blooded lump brings a joyous sight
She smiles to deliver it from womb to light
Not understanding it emits a guttural cry
From that moment her eyes are never dry.
She pours fountains into its dried lips
Each drop is nectar that her heart drips
She clutches it close with every bone
Extends in it and she knows it alone.
Flesh of her flesh apple of her eyes
Mystifying thing that on her breast lies
Ceaselessly she delves love suffocates her
It defines her being her sky's only star.
It matters nothing what it would bring
She's into the heaven flying on its wing
For it she now lives for it she can die
Her eyes from this moment will never be dry.

He is held captive you needn’t farther search
In temple’s precincts within the walls of church
God is a prisoner in religion’s domain
They flock there to worship him men and women.
As I see them I get this impression
They’ve struck a deal forged a relation
One that is need based apparently mutual
God provides care in exchange of ritual.
At the cost of sounding atheist I must say I notice
Churches and temples are organized like office
Hierarchies are set in these god’s abodes
Complete with rules regulations and codes.
In each of these god-houses is a god’s messenger
He is the supreme priest faith’s treasurer
He leads your prayer cleanses your soul
Becomes god’s face assumes the divine’s role.
The followers don’t question their faith inhibited
Asking and probing questions are strictly prohibited
I feel places of worship are too stern and rigid
Where in the hands of his caretakers god goes frigid!

Look back
The old rack
May have in its nooks
Dusty books
That were for you made
But you never read
Like you never noticed eyes
With loving look
Never heard sighs
Things you mistook
And lost for good
Like the unread book!
There maybe something
For long waiting
Unknown to you
Silent but precious
Like dropping dew
Life’s must
Withering away in dust!

O boatman, for a while, pause
Before you ferry me across
I need to be on this side
Hold your oars for next tide.
Time isn't ripe for the final sail
I'm yet to bid her last farewell
Get last drop of love from her heart
See her smile before I depart.
O boatman, pause before we sail,
To my beloved I want to tell
Not to forget in her lonely tears
The happiness of our sunshine years.

Just a thought of it and I lose my cheer
I missed you a lot in the preceding year
I can’t blame you; it’s not your fault
Our not seeing each other happened by default!
It so happened we missed each other’s face
Encounters were replaced by texts of sms
Words were few, though sometimes we called
Technologies conspired; our meetings got stalled!
Years rolling by, times so fast fly
Relations are stuck at ‘hello’ n ‘hi’
Wiser we are growing, a smarter human race
We have little time to see each other’s face!

I carry you in my heart
But you are far away
Sometimes though love lasts
It’s so you don’t stay.
Never erased for you my thirsts
Though you are far away
Why it’s so that love lasts
Though you don’t stay.
I wish it happens one day
I wake up and you aren’t in my head
But your thought doesn’t go away
For that’s how love is made.

Cats galore here in our home
Crawling kittens in their tow
Puppies in our rooms roam
We don’t need anywhere to go.
My wife she proudly hosts
Boasts of her budgies many
Now she has added two parrots
We are in glorious company.
The bulbuls are kind to stay outside
But they too have to be hand fed
The mynas in us lovingly confide
Our rabbits love to be on bed.
She says she needs a few hens
That in the backyard would freely roam
I know you don’t see any gains
In having a zoo in our home!

Death for causing death
You can't be lenient
A cold blooded slayer
Deserves capital punishment.
He snuffed out a life
With no hint of remorse
Extinguishing his life
Remains the only recourse.
He killed one
Still in its bud
Justice must be done
It bays for his blood.
The law takes its course
To the gallows he's sent
There's is no remorse
He deserved capital punishment.
Did it happen again?
Killing of an innocent?
It was no lesson
The capital punishment!

I came into you when you were a child
You dreamed me, shaped me, loved me
And conceived me from thence….
There was no looking back
Whole of me pervaded your sense!
Outside you, you had to find someone
To have that climactic one moment
Just to create me, in you latent,
And moving away when you had me
Womanhood attained, joyous, free….
You knew I would be the one outside
Recreate the moment, continue the ride
To bring back me in you again
Never tiring, forever yearning for the pain!

Can't be a theme for a poem,
poets are jobless.

The boy loves the girl at the door,
The girl loves too
His pizza!

The only prayer on his lip
When awake and in sleep
‘God, I always praise your grace,
Just for once show me your face’.
Years passed his prayers didn’t change
Tenaciously pleading if god could arrange
To just for once appear before him
It’s what he prayed when awake and in dream.
At last one night he heard a heavenly voice
‘You’ve prayed hard I’m left with no choice,
I can’t endure anymore your sorrow,
Going to visit you anytime tomorrow’.
Next day found him up early in the morn
His hope revived belief reborn
God at last had succumbed to his call
To appear before him once and for all.
He waited for him the whole day long
Came other men but god not came along
Tears welled in his eyes at god’s deceit
He didn’t show up for the promised visit.
That night god visited him in his restive dream
His face was not seen but he knew it was him
God said ‘I honored my commitment to thee,
Appeared in many faces but you didn’t recognize me’.

Running in the moon's shadow
I catch your glimpse,
Your eyes wear a burning glow
A cruel smile is on your lips.
I know what's in your mind,
Revenge for all the wrong,
The slavery, the perpetual grind,
The suppression borne so long!
You walked the fire with patience
Stretching limits of your endurance,
But my might, my blinded sense
Felt no remorse, no penitence!
I'm fleeing from the moon's shadow,
From the wrath your heart drips,
Your eyes wear a deadly glow,
A monstrous smile is on your lips!

As I reach there my fingers itch for a click
The lens in hope zooms but soon turns sick
My disappointed mind depressingly broods
Where have gone Frost’s dark deep woods!
What my eyes see can be called at best
A skeletal green a parody of forest
Where my horse would shake head in doubt
Why I pause here it can’t make out!
I seriously wonder whose woods are these
For logs and timbers fell trees as they please
Not many are left in vision’s long range
No wonder my horse thinks it strange!
My heart shivers in the cold evening clime
In fear the forests would vanish in no time
There won’t be Frost’s woods dark and deep
For when they were going wisdom found us asleep!

Fed by a ceaseless downpour
The river was in eruptive spate
The dam they said can’t take anymore
It must be opened the lock gate.
Open the lock gate and save the dam
Before it crumbles by the mighty force
But what of them on the riverside *******
For them lies what recourse?
The dam can come down any moment
As the raging waters fast mount
What about the millions on it spent
The loss would be immense without count.
But then for saving it if the river is let free
The settlements on its sides would go
Unleashed waters would cause misery
Villages would be washed away with the flow.
What happens in the end you guessed it right
The lock gate was opened to save the dam
Surely more than the poor villagers’ plight
The dam had to be saved *******.

Drive fast must get outta here
Run back to the city’s lights
Daytime beauty hides the scares
Can fall prey to the swallowing nights!
Still hundred miles time running out
Rush back to the known comfort
With darkness here monsters sprout
Don’t expect with them any rapport!
Day’s golden innocence so alluring
Vast expanse winds’ endless blow
Magpie robins from treetops sing
In praise of the drunken river’s flow!
You feel tempted to fall for it
Crave for a while’s silent pause
To smell in soil a fragrance sweet
Be drowned in the bliss of serene repose!
While in the breeze the cornfields sway
The sun tilts west makes the sky crimson
Your uneasy mind wanna call it a day
Move away from there forget emotion!
When darkness falls it dawns here quick
Monsters loom in shades unknown
Fear gnaws your senses go weak
Your timid mind finds fears grown!
Though stars twinkle on milky way
The crescent moon anchors in sky
You feel you should’ve foregone the stay
And not stayed back for daylight to die!

Drive fast must get outta here
Leave them to fade in the rustic night
The hundred miles you must steer
Reach where you belong the city of light!

Each of our days has monsters and angels
Always against one the other rebels
Who we hear is surely our choice
Listening in the din that standalone Voice!
Life is a canvas we hold the brush
It’s our choice we create or crush
Colors are in the palette ideas in our mind
What the world will see is the painting we leave behind!
Short is the life big is endeavor
To build in the present to secure future
What we do is what our children will get
We design destiny we build our fate!

On the mangrove bank of the tidal river
lie embedded the mollusks,
they appear mournfully motionless,
deceiving you to believe
they’re too passive to be alive,
are just displays of dead shells
in their muddy graveyard,
though the truth is
they are mystic monks
silently enduring their estuarine transience,
bidding in meditation the time
the return tides carry them to their marine abode.

Don't I miss you?
On my way home
On a dimly lit evening
Or an empty afternoon
Without you coming up to me
Rubbing and licking my hands
Your eyes overflowing with love!
Don't I miss you?
When the rain lashes
And you don't come up to me
Seeking a little warmth
With your bones chilled to the marrow
And I take you in under the shade
When your eyes are filled up with love
And mine with unexplained tears!
Don't I miss you?
In my moments of extreme happiness
When you no more jump up to me
To give me a long and joyous hug
Your eyes filled with unspoken love
And I know without your ever telling me
The agony of living without your love!

Perches on my window
My mustached friend bulbul,
Finds me shaving,
A stray bird and I call it a miracle,
It pecks from my hand tidbits of food
Not scared at all
Looks deep into my eyes
And plants there a sunrise,
Asks the bird, ‘why do you shave,
And not save your beard
For the time it would fit your sunken face
When it would tell
There aren’t any of us around,
No miracle of waking up each morn
With our sounds’!

It knows miracles are drying up.

Does the poet live his own words
Measures up to what his verses promise
Strives for the heights his thoughts reach
Plays the part his writings reflect
Goes to any length to be good
Rids himself of all meanness
Is generous kind faithful trustworthy in his personal life
A lover a friend an aide a benefactor,
Or at the end of the day
Just a preacher
Who never is as tall as his sermons
But remains a run-o-mill guy
Who endowed with poetic skill
Spins in self-deceit webs of lies!

Does a poet ever endeavor
To become a poetry in motion?

In the damp dark night
the dead lusts for light,
he could but never did strive
at the time that found him alive,
for doing a little good work,
some good to leave his mark
leave a little happiness behind
but these never came to his mind.
He always thought it best
not to bother about the rest....
rest he has now found
some depth beneath the ground
lusting for a little light
but time is merciless, so is the night.

Hide my rhymes,
I am storming
Difficult times!

Red to green
Green to red
Whereto
Do I head?

Eyes wide awake
Mind takes no break
Sleep afar,
Only on show
Thru a slit on window
A lone star,
In that space
It shows its face
Of loneliness,
Does it like me
Need company
In the nightly recess?

Spins around my head
Nature’s LED
A firefly,
Hits the fan
Now it can
Make the sky.

I have enough reason to grouse
For the cats in our house
Can’t catch the mouse!
My family is quite panic-stricken
As it runs amok in our kitchen
That little brat!
Each thing it gnaws and nibbles
Quickly hides cleverly dribbles
Nowhere are the cats!
It’s irksome it plays so cool
As if our cats are bunch of fools
The mouse is a real genius!
It has made the kitchen its hearth
Run and frolic in mischief’s mirth
Make look our cats genuine ***!
Lapping milk gorging fish
The lazy cats never wish
To go after the mouse!
If you ask we rid it how
‘Go get one mousetrap now’
Says my spouse!

Dusted off a yellow scrap
From the depth of time,
A line scribbled,
Each letter dipped in raw blood,
That's when I was mad.
Infatuation, they call it,
Feelings that pass of
When maturity beheads emotions,
Foolishness of youth
Flies away on wings of calculations!
After caressing the parchment,
I put it back to its own time,
Because it doesn't belong to now,
The first flutter of heart,
A flimsy fragile impractical thing,
A wound I still carry,
Falling and failing in first love!

she is almost done
with one full turn
on her axis,
venus reclines
as the east designs
a farewell kiss!

Here is where I must anchor my boat
There isn’t no place to go,
Here in this bay it can stay afloat
Sail upstream when the winds blow.
I needn’t a place better than this
I needn’t need a heaven to rest,
Here this bay brings me earthly bliss
There isn’t no better place to nest.
When the moon paints my bay in mystic white
My boat rocks joyous in her stream,
I know this place for me is just right
This is the place of my dream.
I needn’t a place any better or worse
This bay harbors me best,
So long I anchor here under the stars
I need no heaven to rest.

Somehow he pulls along
He breathes
In his little width of life,
He gasps
In making that width
When moves flesh
That far outweighs
What he gets at the ride’s end,
Sweats it out in the sun
Splashes in the rain
A pedaling run
Joyless but gritty
That if can be made
Would fetch him his bread
From the rider in comfort
To the puller who transports
Mountains of loads
Knowing not to pause
Till drawn by fate
For a rest in sunset!

Welcome to love station.
Please dock your heart here
Slowly, softly, carefully!
Hope your journey thus far
Through the moon-bathed tunnel
Aglow with the choicest stars
Was pleasant and dreamful!
It would be sometime
Before you come out of the hangover
All earthlings have when they arrive
And be blissful in your time here
Holding onto your heart knowing in peace
That it would never stop beating
And instead be caged in another diaphragm
To live, love and go into transit again!
It's such a tragedy across millennia
That heart after heart was lost in death
Till mankind could find way to change it
Discover the key to immortality
Of transiting heart from one to other
And not let it be buried with the corpse!

You're now entering the heart lab.
Your replica is too eagerly waiting here.
See how it's already dancing in joy
Celebrating your immortality
And also its own!

Welcome to love station.
We assure you when you wake up
You'll know what it means
To be undead in love forever
And the key that was love!

He opened his eyes
And saw the squalor around,
Glistened his eyelids,
He shed it without a sound.
For months he was afloat
In the dark warm bay,
Waiting to arrive here
To live love and play!
She smiled as he cried,
Happy to see him land,
Life squirted from her *****,
She could die just for his hand.
Yet as he opened his eyes
He saw only squalor around,
Her love couldn't hold him back,
His eyes closed without a sound!

I just want the light a little longer
I want to hold your face in my hands
So I could allow my desires to grow stronger
And be ready when the moon in your eyes lands!
‘A little longer’ I always wish it to be
To see through before I read it all
From that point I would never ever be free
From the steepest plunge to the endless fall!
But it’s never greed that consumes me
Rather a craving to slow the pace
To remain frozen longer than eternity
Holding in my hands your face!

Monday I swam out of cavern
Tuesday I grew my wing
Wednesday entrenched in tavern
I was jolly perfectly going.
Thursday saw my graying head
My knees weren’t that strong
Lights in my eyes did fade
When Friday came along.
I started missing the bygone
Took refuge in my past
Felt deserted all alone
Friday didn’t long last.
Saturday came clothed in curse
My senses dimmed voice hushed
Sunday arrived on a flowered hearse
Knew not when the week passed.

In the sunshine she stood
And then she was gone
Yet she’s there for good
I see her off and on.
Her face is dolled goodness
Her smiles drip moonlight
She quietly leaves her trace
In my dream’s fancy flight.
She salvages me from pain
From wildly raging storms
Inside me she remains
A healer in many forms.