through lonely nights
when world howls at the sky
stars walk you home
even if some moon
betrays your luck

faith is a straight line;
lantern piercing a labyrinth
on days the compass is cloudy.

Time to raise a non-genetic family.

Anyone for friendship?

if it were the last of them
the stream of endless years
if we ruled the last of them
holy stalwart spheres

had it been a motionless
disguise of fantasy
a spin of modest voidness
stroll into levity

had it been the last of it
the sooty pangs of love
if it were the final lie
of all intolerables

of all it is and what was not
that none shall ever be
a dream of burnished glossy hearts
in love eternally

only if i had her close
as hope clings onto fright
as drowning bodies hang onto
a ruinous ocean tide

a word or two could restitute
the stolen bliss of old
as flames of dying stars in sky
in stories left untold

for slopey graves of trailing night
wailing eat such souls
breaking journeys as a breath
sweeping take control

of minds which peer into dark
longing a rosy dawn
reeling under a shadow breath
float away be gone

to land in but where is no dream
motionless fantasy
in hope of such a void where
we shall never meet

how do broken dreams
smell while they be fresh
as furless in a snow
as shivering naked flesh

amid a creatures crowd
it wanders sightlessly
and drowns with every breath
when skips few of its beat

this flickering noise it makes
with dying of this day
a solemn heart does shrink
as petals plucked away

and still be set ablaze
by fierceness of night
in midst of mocking stars
in staleness of its plight

i tread along this time
as pilgrims by the sea
and leave for fate to meet
an intolerable prophecy

"...ego has the eyes of reason
heart but is all blind
long as such you've trained yourself
thus love you cannot find..."

- Stanza from my poem Talisman Of Love.

find me not for i am past
the promise of your heart
hear me not when silence does
dig our nights apart

trust me not when i do swear
upon a tranquil light
sing into the wilderness
yearn your tender sight

seek a snowy yesterday
to memories resign
as the ocean's secret vain
fathomlessly lie

slenderly ignore the taste
of penitence awhile
bury my brazen shallow songs
all up in tearing skies

if blowing blooms of dust desire
veil vermins fleetingly
play and pose as puppet hands
hunt and yet haunted be

for the sake of love suspire
swig in a morning dream
until your soul's a raging fire
please stop loving me

filling deserted alleys with opaque walls of muteness
like a video frame paused for hours
tamed in sight, this night gently leaves moist imprints
on face of ***** windshields bearing finger doodles

the paws of lingering mist would run
through puddles of water at corners of street lamp
coil around a melancholy orange veil of light
concealed in narrow glass neon tubes

would the ravens sleep, wander or meditate
while stray dogs breathe in a freezing December laboriously
tucked inside cozy beds of garbage
painstakingly gathered

on its toes, beaten, tired with smiles
the heart of night haunches over
the promise of what could be
and with nobody looking, silently moves on

should the long awaited breeze deliver
a promise of fidelity unafraid
of clearing away this fog in mind
with a glimpse of you

when stars find themselves stuck in turbulent seas of haze
with moon unable to break the walls of unknown
and morning sun afraid to sail into clear skies
my breath beckons an unknown name

obscure yet alive, the paws of lingering mist would run
and soak each blade of grass, one dewdrop at a time
overwhelm each particle of soil, one cold drip at a time
and laminate nearby pond till lotus has no choice

but to flower.

of what it seems to be
within the seed of life
a rendition of bliss
and stars above which shine

beyond such lake of dreams
away from surly skies
as wish of falling stars
my love forever lies

Mercy is the soil in which heart bears fruit of love.

known to be a tangerine
in a garden of bristly weeds
she wears a sour overcoat
seeds of doubt housed in it’s core
when buried under dirt of past
sprout more of her kind at last
bloom along with chamomiles
under the evening sunlight
glistening after a rainy siesta
swaying to the tune of life’s fiesta

one that cannot freight
or be swayed away
with your force of faith
in my modest way

feeling so pure in heart
my love so bright and true
bless my brand new start
this gracious gift from you

sift like sand from hands
i am free to go
like your sky so grand
i long to be pure

Heavens can only be
seen when it's
dark all around.

before he kissed her goodbye
the light burning in heart of a star
was asked

will you ever return to me

she placed one palm on his now dark soul
and closed the eyes with another to whisper

always have, always will.

closer than a shadow
in moments retraced
she eclipses the night
gravity prevails

hallowed lands touch idling feet
madly mumble marching in
waiting lips and wings of bright
watch and hear the games begin

lucid furnace of its dream
or something akin
yearn a sketch of resurrection
sample sights of spring

dancing fingers live the warmth
on tips of trailing twigs
beat a pitch, phrase a song
for blossoms breathed within

which meets a palisade of change
relish his laughing sin
and halts in ***** of her sky
to womb of shadows bring

a day of gleaming fragrances
in orchards verdant seen
caged and frozen in her eyes
or melted in his being

if limber kiss of morning dew
may steer a flock of wind
through listless green of jilted rhymes
let the games begin

answers would lie asleep
till the end of eternity
if it weren't for questions
guessing the depth of infinity

I used to roam the skies
who's now a man out of time
a shadow merged with the night
branches tapping
I peek through the old window
phantom longing-ness
a dragonfly stuck in amber

a kid
that life swallowed up whole
and puked out a man

in whispers of the wind
through rustling of few leaves
some distilled clear skies
staticly concede

a view of sundry hope
and helplessness alike
for tireless arrows slay
just as a thunder strike

of molten ends in time
swinging to the stars
you land upon my thoughts
all as if they were ours

dance along to beats
of showers cruising loud
illuminate the flames
dispel this fear's shroud

and taste gardens of sand
on burning lips of rain
to curl into my dream
to kiss away my pain

when all you seek is gained
dreams sated at last
when life is all but done
flip the hourglass

Icarus flew high
eyes closed with a dancing soul
wings freed from body
the sun relented
embracing his essence
tucked deep inside a motherly core
a cozy womb for a lifetime's dream to rest

which starts as tiny embryo
in seeds of stories light
engraved upon horizons of
dark before sunrise

an idea held in roots of mind
charts blueprints of fate
journeying through the fists and stones
bricks and smokes in wait

through gasping moments find it shall
a touch of heaven's flight
when modest endeavours guide it through
a path of noble sight

to fill it's veins with throbbing hope
keep tryst with self alive
and to record new epics great
the thought would turn to life

and breaking slates of emptiness
dawns jump up it's lap to rest
through swish of trees and hum of bees
some dreams do find their rest

on mornings where
a hungry sun dips light strings
into a pool of mist
wishing to fish out dewdrops
from mellow wilted leaves
and cheeks of apples in cold orchards
an imposter hangs from a beehive
glowing yellow from honey inside
on a branch abandoned by bees
fending from a net spun with light
this mutinous dewdrop
creates a whirlpool in it’s soul
trying to drown a whole star
into an ocean of delusion
chased by warm strokes of reality

stalking flies a stormy sky
sordid secrets spy
glistening paint a ghost of cold
remnants of the night

reaching out to golds of bliss
to blinking drips of rain
disconcerted play of hues
string stories once again

reaching stony silences
and traces of your mind
hopes in garb of rebel tide
sweep our indigo sky

her love is impish playfulness
her sight a wink of time
her mind a breathing weave of wind
the hungry lease of life

one blushing guilty stare of heart
promises a lie
thinking thinks a sound of it's
music in her smile

although the nights shall tranquil be
and moons a brooding grey
cloak of curses hides my muse
etched on every page

when land is dust at heaven's feet
when sea is all but salt
as diamonds thrown away to stars
her words will burn them all

in million beats a heart does die
as scents of moment fade
i tenterhook at beams of moon
and spin our nights away

world jumps off cliffs
and me kneels down on a rock
that melts in an ocean of repentance

hidden in every dream
dipped in every breath
a symptom of your being
reaches every step

steps which surely lead
away from sheltered past
to stranger shores indeed
into your soul at last

below the gloomy skies
or stormy seas you go
remember in dark nights
from shadows does sprout hope

with every gust of wind
free yourself away
set sail with all your might
to a better day

on brink of what shall be
the turning of a page
with slender arms outreached
come take the leap of faith

Lemon is such a beautiful fruit.
Why are beautiful things sour?

life dangles over forehead
slithers down the throat
echoes out words
pulled back in through ears
hovers over the crotch awhile
breaks down over feet
into a puddle of memories
dried up
soon enough

Existence. Emotion. Bond. Experience
Life. Joy. Un-forgettable. Heartfelt
Struggle. Love. Irreplaceable. Un-foreseeable
Death. Numb. Spiritual. Question
Challenge. Grief-stricken. Invisible. Un-explainable

Soul. Sorrow. Eternal.
Journey. Dark. Solitude.
Breeze. Whisper. Presence.  
Guide. Heard. Un-spoken.

Thread. Sunset.
You. Me.
Free. Caged.

Wish.
PEACE.

it spreads far and wide
grows into your being
light of knowledge bright
in all flames seen

with rays of endless joy
fill voids of dark which creep
for stars are not destroyed
in foggy nights so deep

though loneliness midnight
may try and steal your vigor
keep burning like a lamp
while shadows 'neath grow bigger

If it is redemption you seek
Lure my humans with the same poison of passion
That which will be the cause of your exile
That which will be the test of your character
And morality of children of the female you fell for
Let this be.

Thus with the original commandment
Lucifer’s wings were clipped
And he was thrown onto the highest peak on land
Surrounded by nothing but shame and snow
For the first time fear ate into the mind of it’s primal host
Watering the seed of guilt
Blooming into hate from which chaos spread out

With temptation for his creation
And hatred for his creator
Though oblivious to the grand unfolding scheme
Lucifer decided for a lesson to be taught to his maker
To challenge the only Free will that matters
Unaware that his own rebellious will
Was lightning bottled in a jar by the almighty.

If it is the Woman I seek
I will cause the end of every one of her kind
Except the very last
By me who shall be claimed
Right before the end of days
Through this very fruit of knowledge
Destined to turn into the curse of death

To prove the flaw in his work
The futility of morality
And glorify the sanctity of chaos
All permanent entropy and decadence
Which doesn’t differentiate
Which is more just than
The righteous charade of a being
This justly God’s being is.

Morality and passion fight each day since
Each hour and second hence
This poison God intended to inject into his rag dolls
Through his most beloved angel

As the humans bit into first sin
Desire was born out of the fruit of knowledge
Desire that led to an illusion of free will and action
Delusion of an illusion this fallen angel himself suffered from

Lucifer slid under the tree
Waiting and watching
Peeking through the hole in sky
Heaven from which he was banished
And those stars mocking his fate at night
Ones which he brought into being
Lucifer the bringer of light
Destined to spread fire of temptation
Till the doomsday flood
Drowns the first flame of passion

A six year old once
Thought of a great plan
A huge kite
Made out of ivory sheets,
Broomsticks and yarn spool
Finish it before evening
Tie himself
Ride the breeze
And fly to the moon

He knew every evening
Winds died out by the time bells ring
In temple at street corner
And be finished before seven thirty
When mom shouts him down the roof
One of the troubles
Was he didn’t have anyone
To hold the string in place
But tying the kite to
Iron grill would work he assumed
But his sister won’t tell him
Where the glue was
And he didn't have enough string
To reach the moon
So he borrowed some
Wool yarn from an unfinished
Sweater grandma made last year
A matching red for my kite

But much to do
With not much time
Sky was getting orangier
Mosquitoes noisier
Time for quick decisions
Sitting on water tank
Gazing at the sky
Kids flying them like inebriated pilots
Failing and falling like leaves
Thinking of those fools
I could do better
Fly higher
If only a bit older

Three decades later
Searching for a forsaken photocopy
He found a drawing
Made on a summer evening
A red kite smiling in clouds
With a half moon behind it

Screams of wind
Set in disguise
Unheard and unfelt

Feel thy shadow
Breathe again

Live, long lost wind!

Whisper howls
To me, I plead

Comfort thy heart
My soul begs thee
Scream and relieve

Live long, lost wind!

A broken mirror
Brings about misfortune
Stop pretending
That world isn’t made of glass
You don’t see right through it
If not with the mind’s eye.

Soul of a drop
Got lost somewhere
When everyone saw it
as nothing but the ocean

he read the mind of God

found it's a four lettered word.

Spire sent a love letter to the foundation stone

“Pressed on your face
Perseverance true
Weight of mistakes
Gathered through
A load of snags
Share with me too
For I shine here
Because of you”

The stone replied

“No one’s fault
I tell you
Sins I wish
stay with me too
For if they don’t
Own their mistakes
If not me
Tell me who”

when narrow blinded eyes
draw out their hunting gear
leave traces of their feat
just as a souvenir

all eyes near and far
shadows mine which hunt
leering as i bend
bending as i turn

bodies as cold as dead
spiral against my own
as if a lonely rock
bears whirling storms alone

sing praises of this flesh
my ageing hollow corpse
savor this luscious treat
slip into this warp

into a sightless knot
all in the name of fun
buildup a love all fake
romance my skeleton

if time may blind all reason
although few eyes may roll
bring yourself inside me
come love this wretched soul

In darkest of nights
breathe in the silence
breathe out sunlight.

there was once a man who lived
in burnt rocky hills
village farmer frail and tilt
humble down to strips

and one day his wife fell sick
he took her in his hands
but in path for miles thick
one huge hill did stand

he knew but closest path to town
would take whole day on foot
if it weren't this hill around
get there sooner he could

even though he tried his best
kept his faith alive
yet he failed the time's test
could not save his wife

abruptly in his mind
did one thought arise
through conflicting reasons
to himself he surmised

"there'll always be dreams to live
tears to wipe, things to moan
to witness coiling stillness give
reason to your lonesome tone"

with this thought himself he backed
and let go of his fears
whom neither Gods could distract
he faced the mountain near

a modest hammer in hand
not for once dismayed
unfazed by its candid stand
he stood not once afraid

"for he was just some lunatic
who sold his goats for a chisel
for no man can do such trick
surely its all such drivel"

inch by inch he chipped away
just one stroke a time
when scorching sun endowed the day
heat fueled up his mind

seasons came and seasons went
men who mocked him too
turned to dust who crossed his way
yet he went going through

long before his life would cease
two decades marked his trial
all in sweat on forehead crease
and scratched on time's dial

and then arrived this moment
it surely had to come
for in pools of anguish spent
lilies of faith bear from

speak your will and do your speak
says the farmer's life
say you're strong when you feel weak
marching through your strife

for no paths does life forbid
it takes no account
keep on moving as he did
man who moved the mount

went to the market of desires
to exchange my inadequacies
found no buyers

on coast of phantom town
she feels the sweetest breeze
as ****** tulip's pout
as unstirred skies deep

lost in moon's embrace
i wash upon the shore
roll my dreams though night
to meet her sight once more

a camouflage unveiled
in musky shadows dark
draped in silken silhouette
she dips me in her spark

and passing scents of warmth
leaning on few lips bare
i feel her rushing heart
rising with midnight air

in arms of orange groves
near dying winter seas
a night tired of love
caresses her to sleep

somewhere near the spoken
and unspoken
in a time stitched into
the mesh of camaraderie
beings are too easy to vanish
in an oblivion created by
business of a galloping heart
and lure of wealth

and though winds are fast
with waters still
she feels the tug of roots
pulling her back to memories
and vivid textures of paint
once audaciously smeared
on sheets of paper
now form a collage
of muddy remembrance

but with a blow of passions under her wings
and hearkening to voices of accomplishment
her being must go on to a different place
to transform
but not vanish into a galaxy of stars all alike
but be the sun of a million souls
yet remain the glisten of morning dew
yet remain the chirp of blossoms
yet remain a crochet of smiles

though she does not wait or beg
for world to join her
or apologize for giving into her desires
it is with this start
the floating dream of success awaits
in celebration of which
under twinkling heavens
bidding farewell to an October night
she slips into the trance of kathakali
and every beat of her feet
counts down
to the advent of orange morning light
of her own small sun

this special summer's day
may joys fly with your zeal
in domain of your heart
may tranquil havens be

like fallen autumn leaves
just shut your eyes and see
to dance away all night
lean into ecstasy

for beauty is no trance
and never shall it be
its not a song you'd hear
or picture you could see

be your friend may soul
murmurs of His being
guide you in darkest nights
and sail the toughest seas

may words which hide the pain
flow freely from your speech
for in the book of life
does time no secrets keep

but may it delve in soul
unveil its holy seed
to be a truth in which
gazes eternity

for in the mirror of love
our world shall itself see
you'll search yourself in all
in you will i search me

Hours, she sits there on the bench. Her shiny brunette hair dances joyously with the wind and brushes against her soft pale cheeks while staring solemnly at the sun, setting at the horizon and only as you gaze down at her deep blue eyes, that you get to see the pain and misery burrowed deep within her soul.

Gracefully, she stands as the wind speedily picks up its pace with her skirt moving madly above her knees. Starting to walk on gritty sands; leaving an etched footprint to what momentarily will be a past like any other tomorrow...Midway she stops and looks straight out to the open sky that’s been mixed with hues of red. Quietly she lets the calling of birds and the whisper of winds drift away her soul from the little things that held her back. Closed eyes, she starts to breathe deep in; filling her lungs as she tries to reminiscence the early childhood days, “Oh, what days those were! Not having any fear to what has beholden in front of you, as the caring of your parents were an armor to anything bad that was entrusted upon you; and there you were creating an imaginary world of your own that made you feel the strongest of all” she thought.

The sudden noise of waves clashing against the rocks breaks the deep emotions running through her mind leaving a half empty thought hanging around. Annoyed, she picks up the lens that’s been dangling around her neck; peeks through to capture the beauty in peace. Slowly, she bursts out in sigh of relief as she whispers to herself, “Photography is one of the reasons that always kept me going; it was a way of hiding behind a camera and not expose your weakness. All those years being the puppet of fate I spent many nights wishing at the evening’s shining star for a breakthrough. The regret of having left my family at such an innocent and vulnerable stage where I had to fight off for a better life; while my friends went on with their smooth journey’’. Having said that a little soft voice starts to fill the air. ‘’Mommy mommy?’’ turning her head with an abrupt smile looks at the direction of the voice. Before her stands a very young girl with long wavy pig tails in a peachy- pink dress.

Bending down she lends an ear, ‘Yes sweetie?’’ and the little girl continues with full of light and excitement. ‘’Mommy look at what I got, it’s a pearl!!!’’ Opens her little soft palms and there smiling at them was the hugest pearl ever to be found on that beach. ‘’Mommy do you think by me finding this make me a princess of the sea?’’ She laughs thinking of her imaginations when she was at her age. ‘’Yes Tia why not! Maybe when you grow up there’ll be a prince waiting to swipe you across your feet and take you off to your wonderful journey where you’d be ruling your own little world’’. She takes her hand in hers and starts to walk off along the shore. Waves covering their feet just as when Tia starts to whisper, ‘’Mom, I want to be in a world just like yours!’’ She looks down at her with a smile that hid a silent tear. “It might not have turned out the way I wanted; but the one thing I’m always proud to have is you!.”

which spreads as breath of love
a shine of softness sweet
a singing orb of light
in moments of retreat

she is the grey of clouds
a thunder's rising fleet
a night of falling stars
on minds of dreamy seas

and as she sails upon
a will of clusters bright
blossoms as life of love
into my palms tonight

what shall be brought upon
a fate of tranquil heart
come steal me darling muse
dream through my modest art

at the tip of cloudy fingers
on our sky's hand
lies a rainbow insensate
like a mortal band

basking in its own glory
does the image fade
in the steps of own reflection
beauties of world fade