I'm now going to hear you
not babble myself anymore
I'm now going to hear you
not shut on you my door.

Do tell me now the unfinished
do tell me now what knocks
tell me all I badly missed
while I kept my ears in locks.

I'm now going to hear you
like I listen to a singing bird
I'm now going to hear you
not miss from you a word.

Do tell me all that's unsaid
do tell me what I missed
give me all words you made
for me rain drenched sun kissed.

I'm now going to hear you
not shut you out anymore
unheard but long overdue
you kept for me in store.

Do tell me all you wanted to
sweet funny bitter sublime
all that in your mind grew
I heard not a long time.

I'm now going to hear you
all that for long I missed
your words unseen like morn's dew
rain drenched and sun kissed.

No life can be ordinary
impact of each being *extraordinary!

I hover over your words
not for perfections.

don't paint me an azure sky
cotton clouds
a field of sunflower
gold crests of afternoon waves
dark labyrinths
inner demons
or even angel faeries

for my life of half drawn images
half digested joys
faintly lit phantoms
rough edge
rugged walkway

write me out
a flawed poem
imperfected to the hilt
no structure
no style
wild jots of your thoughts
just like you and me

*flawed but heavenly!

There is no hint of end in the air
Nothing to suggest the impermanence
The alluring sky azure and brightly fair
Only a few dropped leaves making little sense!
The smooth silence in the yellowish dark morn
Lends the temptation to be here for good
What was nascent is now quietly born
A resigned desire to stand still in the wood!
In a reality more inviting than the dream
The eyes caress the sky and then the treetop
Seeing yet not seeing in a trance made of whim
They roll down to the ground where they stop!
The trees have shed the withered leaves
Remaining dispassionate and mindless
The grand design Nature ceaselessly weaves
To renew hope and welcome new face!

I'm still in love with you
still in love with you
in love with you
love with you
with you
you.
You
with you
love with you
in love with you
still in love with you
I'm still in love with you.

Making best use of the adverse weather
Road kittens and puppies grow together

The ma dog suckles the kittens orphaned
And the ma cat though wary of suckling the pups

Keeps a watch on the pups so they don’t stray too far
Besides keeping them together in the warmth of her fur

Before my eyes happen this caring effortless

Why men find it hard to care thus for happiness!

In between
the day's weight and sweat
waits within
to come out the poet.

Through the daily chore
a life of commoner
remains at core
the poet a loner.

The poet a loner
one commoner
of the silent tears
a willing owner.

In between
the night's resting state
works within
to come out the poet.

On the night's bed
they quietly dawn
on the burdened head
make the poet more alone.

*The poet all alone
the one too common
but all the silent tears
just cannot disown.

In between the drudgery for hard prose called bread
pick up the hum of a pulsating thread
string them in mind give them a name
frame it in print outline of a poem!

It can be raw ripe cored and sweet
it can be anything but never complete
bitter nut cracked a songbird's tweet
the only opening heart's only conduit!

It can be anything untimely summer's rain
a pain unknown raindrops on windowpane
a sigh muted happy memory's fountain
tears for losing what would never come again!

Hold it for life for all they are worth
to breathe out the prose breathe in rebirth
in colors and shades tastes bitter sweet
a poem that is anything but ever complete!

The zoo closed down
This Independence Day,
Instead of setting the animals in them free,
They set free all the animals.

Stares at him a blank page
Stares at him a blind rage
Stares at him a maddening pause
Stares at him an indeterminable cause

It seems so unfair
Before him is only laid bare
A taunting silence
Tearing into his patience
Dragging him down to bottom
Raising him up the cliff
Tossing him in the storm
Showing him no relief!

And it’s precisely then
Over the shattering pain
Emerges a newly born light...

He feels a palpable might.

He rejoices in its voice.

Past the night’s turbulence
Would be revealed at the dawn
The hidden shapes in the silence
The picture fully drawn!

A picture sans all flaws
For you drawn on the canvas
Making redundant a cause
For effects that far surpass!

One layer after another follows
Silent colorless dark hollows
Can’t extricate from the scenes dimly lit
Am I in dream or out of it?
Miles traversed the road never ends
Deceivingly straight full of bends
Faces known but I love unknown
Am I in a crowd or just alone?
Skimming floating in an ethereal hue
It’s always grey not a shade of blue
Bleary eyed I wipe with my hands
Am I here or in distant lands?
Stupor ridden I walk in a daze
Though million suns on my head blaze
In my eyes the fires gleam
Am I awake or still in my dream?

She's just awhile away and I lose my patience
I need her in my eyes grows my dependence!

I need me in her eyes fill me in her sense
how I love on her my growing dependence!

My urge to be with her is growing by the day
miss her for too long when a moment she's away!

I need me in her eyes need her in my sense
a moment seems too long in her absence!

My need to fill with her gets me happiness
how I love on her my growing madness!

I need her in my eyes fill her in my sense
don't care if it shows love's trait of impatience!

On the palm
time doth give

and takes away too.

waves of sadness
they recede with time
but come back!

In this city of a billion feet
striking the concrete
if may found one face
in one recess
one man standing on the asphalt
when halts to see
the arch of heaven's vault
finds within a treasure
beyond gain's measure
and at day end
when his feet turn home bound
his heart contented with all not found
lays peacefully his head
on the resting bed
forgetting all ache on the asphalt
turn eyes on the heaven's vault
till his dreams fetch him a meaning
of his flight with the earth's spin!

I tiptoed to her garden alone
In the sun her radiance shone
Plumply hanging in golden tone
With curvy tips slight upward grown!

I was tempted by the only wish
To kiss them then milk the juice
A monstrous thirst engulfed me
To **** them dry like honeybee!

As I plucked the more luscious one
Tongue rolled in glee seen by none
Spoke the maiden as soon you taste
My life turns vain beauty goes waste!

You nail me mad to bare my flesh
Squirt my fluids make a mangy mess
Leave me then in ****** dry bust
Find one more in renewed lust!

You waste me when you taste me
Said the maiden ruefully
But my thirst had gone too far
My teeth left her a lasting scar!

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!

Defying stony indifference
Braving elements against her
Making no heroic pretense
She has taken it this far.

*She's the woman found on the way
Cuddling the baby begging her day
Not worth a look on the pave defiled
Delighted to bring this world a child.

Her skin's paramour there's no dearth
Wasted daily disrobed on earth
Then in a fulfillment absurdly wild
She gets this world a beautiful child.

The child is alive and solely hers
It must live none else she cares
She looks in its eyes in wistful trance
Sees in them her only inheritance.

Your difference I find hard to bear
though I'm right in whatever I say
want you to talk what I love to hear
want you to go my way!

I want your world to go my way
I'm okay and you are not
words I love you don't ever say
you don't just toe my thought!

Why you don't just toe my thought
me you don't understand
why you seem to me remote
a distant far off land!

Why you remain a far off land
farther from me you stray
why don't come to the place I stand
and not just walk away!

I wonder why you walk away
say not what I love to hear
don't listen to what I have to say
though living together the years!

It doesn’t need
Nth number of words
Just to say
Umpteen men
Stoop low
To violate
Invade
Coerce
Enslave
Trample
Oppress
Women
Over and over again
Mindlessly
Estranging
Nature’s fairer ***

Ink on her nose
Ink on her thumb
Her face a pretty rose
She stared pretty dumb.

Blue dots on her pink
Ink on her teeth
When gave her a wink
Stopped her breath.

She was a girl shy
Never smiled her teeth
I didn’t know why
She took away my breath.

The girls are now smart
Bubbly wobbly cute
Speak swift and curt
I loved that girl mute.

Her eyes were deep ocean
Had no hint of flirt
I still have no notion
How she stole my heart.

Her rosy cheeks blue pink
She won’t be back again
Gone with the ink
She’s dead like fountain pen.

Your exhalations tingle my cheek
Your lips faintly brush my lobe
Your eyelashes ***** my eyes,
I am led thru the funeral door of love.
The waves roll back
The winter frost sets in
And thru the smoked glass
You become an apparition.
I love it
More than the long gone one,
The electric blue tragedy not meant to last.
I love it
More than the fleeting fervor of lust
Made only to be burnt in a while.
I love it
Coz it's gonna stay with me till the end!

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’.

Tonight I've an invitation to be in hell
I know it would be a perfect setting
A zombies' party in a stinking dale
With guests carried on vampire wing!
Bloated corpses would be carried around
To feast on with blood in clinking goblet
The dead would rip open the ground
To welcome me their only living mate!
The party would begin as the night's chill
Slowly freezes d hearts of the lost souls
Their hunger goading them to go for a ****
Their hollow eyes glowing like burning coals!
They would dance the length of night
Singing couplets in praise of hell
Under pale moon and ghostly starlight
The living would appear infinitely stale!
Tonight I am invited to hell
There I'd find my new nest
To live forever in the night's spell
And be there as an eternal guest!

Blurred and fast they race
the intangible senses on my walkway
dragging me through a maze of madness
my perceived traverse of each day!

As I try to feel them in their fullness
save each as a precious find
they melt away in their secluded recess
leaving me to ***** in my mind!

I search bewitched in their spell
if can find a trace of their tint
but only see upon the trail
their inscrutable footprint!

Thus I traverse each day
seeking to unravel the maze
of my indecipherable walkway
obscured in yet ungrasped haze!

burning fire's longing glow
awakes the night dies so slow!

Your eyes
Roaming the ceiling
Past midnight
In a fright!

She lives alone in a rented pigeonhole
with a lone window forbidden from sky
her skins now a parched scroll
in her eyes no more sparks’ fly!

In that april shadow as she stood at the stair
she looked an absurd ghost from faraway time
the world moved on but little did she care
rested her beauty cocooned sublime!

From across years looked her ethereal face
as if she knew the question haunting me
enough to shatter her fragile happiness

why you never did marry!

Perhaps I had my fill in that first moon crush
when my caged heart was dreaming to be free
pierced her words the evening hush

*one love was enough for me.

You made that corner about it only you know
Where in the light and shadow strange things grow
That though with you in placental bond breaks in the faintest touch
You own them you breed them about them you don’t know much.
When storms rage fires burn and the world outside turns grim
You find in that corner hope’s beacon healing rains of glorious dream
There you retreat from the day’s cauldron to rest in peace and muse
Find in that corner a moonlit shade from the night’s dark abuse.
You made that corner it’s only yours for anchoring the weary ship
From rolling waves and breaking froths in a voyage in marine deep
Your ravaged heart finds a berth when the ship runs aground
In that corner awaits a sunset place when it’s time to turn homebound.

In the glass hours of morning
I am back in the lecture hall
With my uniform, bag and everything
Amid the class teacher’s frenzied roll call.
Roll no.9 she shouts out
I’m here ma’am no doubt
Me she gives a grim look
I hide my face in a book.
She rises with duster and chalk
I force on myself a silence
Pretending to hear her talk
Holding onto my brittle patience.
She goes on and on and on
Her babbles pouring like rain
Soon my defenses are all gone
Staying awake becomes a burden.
I get away into my dreamland
Far from the stiffness of rules
Where I dance holding the fairy’s hand
And there are no syllabus and schools.
My dream is so cute and cool
A freedom of endless peace
Till my ears feel the stinging pull
You’re sleeping? Shouts the Miss!

I’ll walk up to her
seek her hand
one September
in the far meadowland!

Where the grass grows tall
the sky is low
dreams are small
hearts aglow!

I’ll walk up to her
taste her lip
one September
love her deep!

Where the winds don’t cease
in their song
just one kiss
grows love long!

I’ll walk up to her
to read her eyes’
shining star
she can’t disguise!

Where the needs are small
in reach is sky
giving easy is all
in love to die!

Just after that pretty shower
Frivolously drenched the sunlit path,
I thought of taking a walk in the no-man’s park
To smell there the dampness rising from earth.
I tiptoed on the deserted walkway
Smelling of bleaching to prevent a fall,
Not a soul there even the leaves were quiet
But didn’t read much as they do bereft of wind.
The sentry at the gate sedated by lack of footfall
Possibly had locked himself in his small rest room,
These drizzles he thought coming off and on
Might deter the lovers who usually spoil his day.
I imagined in that eerie silence without a cricket’s buzz
Time had taken me to that time when God was all alone
Grappling to find solutions to his absolute solitude
And tearing hairs to find for himself something to care for.
And here I am Adam his first make in his own image
With God still working out a fairer version of himself
To give me company in this mythical garden of Eden.
I expected to see my Eve anytime round the mossy corners
Thought if she would be dressed like me or she would disrobe me
And then hand in hand we together would walk
To find the apple tree, eat the fruit and be banished….
Two lovers emerged from behind a bush still unhinged,
I had to leave as Adam had found her Eve.

The venue looked like a haunted mansion
at the sight of it crept my fear's ascension
I remember having dimly asked

it starts at what hour
in this house of horror
I write what paper

There was no answer got
to my silent questioning thought
once I entered the hall of doom
swallowed me a pall of gloom

I wondered for me what was in store
regretted not having prepared more
the papers were given darkly random
the king's story territory kingdom

One look at the paper dealt me a blow
a blankness glared dried ink's flow
wrong I shouted it shouldn't be
not one answer is known to me

She pulled the blanket from over my face
alarmed by my agony's stress
they still haunt me give ugly chase

exam fears and failure's disgrace!

It’s a pity
Without a true leader’s quality
He has people in his praise sing
Without applying their mind,
For in the land of the blind,
The one-eyed man is the king!
Wherever he goes his men follow him
He’s a master in crafting them dream
Promises he can never fulfill, sheer lies
He thrives on the truth hope never dies
He weaves tales of change, a certain rise
Knowing among his folks only a few are wise
To see through his strategy of deceit
And he can flourish in power so sweet!
He establishes through his propaganda
A never-to-be utopia
Continuing as a conjurer of dream
For the people who in his glory sing
And meekly follow him
Without ever applying their mind,
As in the land of the blind
The one-eyed man is the king!

I have been in the land of the dead,
Green valley of infertility, with no end in sight
Where end the flights of steps, reigns eternal night.

But a night it is unlike any on the earth
For a suffused light pervades the horizon for hopes to birth
That on this land though echoes, the wailings of the dead,
Yet can herald a new beginning from life’s leftover thread!
I stood on a high wall and as far as my eyes could see
Walls stretched beyond farthest limits of vision’s boundary
Between them lay bottomless wells glowing with red hot coals
In those abyss moved burning flesh cindering tortured souls!
As I flew over those pits of doom saw many a flaming hand
Waving up in one last bid to be carried away from this land
I couldn’t help them nor save them from their tormentor
I had come here in my dream, just as a passing visitor!
Scared by the hellish sights, I thought it wouldn’t be wise
To foray afar, see more of it, but from dream I must rise
As I turned to leave, in those pits I saw, blue ocean and the sky
Where fleshes burn every moment, desires rot and die!

Have you ever heard
how in the lone night's shadow
sings the wind in the bamboo groves
a dirge for the times long ago!

If roams the dark your eye
pause on the dancing strings
you would hear the fireflies' sigh
in flutter of pain's quiet wings!

Think it not a mere windy trick
in its blowing making eerie howls
gathered there the dead souls speak
of the times as old as the owls!

If ever in the dark you are home bound
can hear the groves mourn the long dead
their moans rising up in whistling sound
till all griefs at end of night fade!

If you happen to pass the groves by
when dewy tears sheds the moon
stop awhile to hear the souls sigh
mourning times that went too soon!

Many have come before us
many to come after we leave
don’t wake us from the hush
traveler here silently grieve.

Time washed we came on the shore
to our place ‘neath the moss laden stone
when our dreams soared no more
down here we lay cold alone.

Hold here traveler your breath
forget for once all the strife
hear the peace of the world beneath
death in the midst of life.

I stand by the period bed
where Dupleix rested his head,
wondering at his kind of life,

if he lay there with wife
or some native maid.

doesn't hint his bronze bust
if he lay there bare
in ebullient lust

stirred by a girl darkly thin
bowing himself to her embrace
finding in his war beaten mind, happiness,

or, there wasn't any such thing,
he lay there staring at the ceiling
far from even one warm kiss
storming his brain to defeat the British...

I think of the kitten that survived a few days,
it still pains.

In the museum, I rhyme dust with lust.

In the night’s shadow
As my frame seeks slumber
Burning eyes of wolves glow
Ready to shred me asunder!
Thoughts lying dormant in the day
Blow up dark and ugly
Inside they warm up hell-bent to slay
My diurnal angel of decency!
Evil visions of wanton desire they breed
Apparitions of depravity grimed and mean
Awakening in me the vermin of greed
Goading me to lust for the forbidden!
A good part of night I grapple with them
The enemies within me in disguise
Knowing in my heart if I lose this game
The demons would have a good feast at sunrise!

In our dark moments
We drift to God -
The peacemaker, reconciler, pacifier,
The believer's ultimate remedy!
The belief in the shaken soul
That nothing he can miss,
He's ever there with his wand of justice.
In our luminescent moments
We thank god -
The harbinger of all that's fair,
The soul's ultimate soother!
God up there all alone
Has his reward -
He's always needed in good times and bad!

leaves ecstatically ***** on the dollops
totter with the melody of the patter
pass the cascades one upon the other
invite the soil to join in the chorus!

dance in merriment their joyous heart
drink it all up not a drop to go waste
between each thunder while the clouds part
hold the sky's treasure deep in the breast!

sing the note of life buried in the ground
nurture each seed for the unbroken chain
scatter the dreams string them skybound
what's once here would come back again!

when the blue returns tinged with gold
leaves would glisten in pearly necklace
they won't be there when the story is retold
yet veins would throb in the rain's embrace!

Write not hoping a receptive audience.

Write what's not nonsense.

When I’m beside myself with grief
Around me looms a dark mass
You though pray for my ache’s relief
My bones are pieces of broken glass!

When you see my torrents of grief
Around me the world makes no sense
You though pray for my pain’s relief
My eyes pour in unstoppable rains!

When you find me in benumbed grief
Around me stops the worldly rush
You though pray for my agony’s relief
My heart finds in living no purpose!

My bones are now broken pieces of glass
My frame one storm blown leaf
My eyes a torrent of deluged river’s gush
In your prayers though you seek my relief!

In the falling light of day
I read the old man a book.

Stories of love, enmity, deceit
Jealousy, betrayal, sacrifice
All from one author’s mind
One penning hand
Some very short some too long
But nowhere do I find
He has taken a stand
On virtue and vice
Right and wrong
Belief faith
Destiny fates
Nowhere asserts
If he is theist atheist agnostic
Nor invokes god
Praise or curse him.

I read and the old man nods

in the falling light of his day!

By the wayside
iron in hand
presses salts of her oceanic eyes
as passes life's flowing tide.

The elephant is poacher’s target.
Ivory
The irony of fate!

I should converse more with my son
stop him recede wider from me
should lose no time to hold him strong
we haven’t exchanged much recently.

Our morning tea must find me a way
to draw him to talk and look at my eyes
seize I must some time every day
so I succeed after a few failed tries.

Our dinner shouldn’t pass silently dull
but spiced with jokes and diary of the day
must break laughter the hardening lull
and ensure on the table a longer stay.

I should converse more with my son
grab all the time could be together
days are shorter and crying to be gone
but the bond we leave must be worth a treasure.

I shouldn’t be looking
Eyes pull me to her
She’s a distant thing
Mind craves to reach the star!

I shouldn’t be eying her
She is too distant
But right now she seems not far
She rules me this instant!

My eyes give a furtive lick
Rolls on her pretty skin
My mind gives a joyous squeak
If her I could win!

She knows I’m eyeing her
A star that too knows
She knows in her beauty’s spur
My love’s dying throes!

I shouldn’t be looking
My eyes know it too well
But mind on forbidden wings
To the distant star sails!

My longing glance slips on her
Eyes dream to glue on her face
Soon she would be a distant star
Swallowed in emptiness!