From my shoes,
Nature:

Joy and anguish
Death and birth
Patterns and laws

From nature’s shoes:

A random flow
With no labels

What!

Dreaming to be really in my shoes,
Buried deeply inside your self-made shallow shoes
Raged with delirious brain fits
You stamp on me your favourite sole prints

If you must know, listen and forget not
I wear no shoes at all

The only relevance of distant past
Is only its irreverence, if any

Then, why does my stupid heart
Need reminder after reminder
Of this triviality

Death, calamity, beauty or yields
Neither I own them nor I care for

I never gloat or I never lament
Never I reign and never I respond
To accord or rescind, never is my right
To bless or curse is beyond my might

Nothing exists that presses my buttons
As I hold no buttons of any kind
There’s no agenda I wish to pursue
‘Cause I have no wishes that I long for

Time or space I can never sense
And I’m of no order nor I’m random
I just happen as it may happen, or can happen
Still, at any time, for sure, I’m not chaotic

Yet, we share our misery of being true partners
Who cannot opt for a divorce of any sort
As we both are clueless and aimless
Two-blind -wanderers handcuffed

We still keep
Sinning!

Was
The Calvary Mountain
Too short

For the kitten
It’s play

But, to the
Thread ball?

Meaning: meaningless?

If no,
Then isn’t it a
Meaning by itself

If yes;
Multitudes of Meaning
In multitude of minds:
Chaos of multiplicity

Aha, what a profundity, for
Even if it is not,
Then it’s a
Profundity by itself

Running clockwise
Running anticlockwise
On a circle perpetually

Ongoing vertigo;
A side-effect of
Owning a mind

The three hands,
All keep running,
As if they intend to
Catch the others

Even when met
No breaking,
As if they are in a race

Is this a
Perpetual attempt
To break out
From the clock?

Who teaches us
How to share a place
Even by ten,
On which even
Two cannot stand,

         Is the rain

The word ‘lie’
To be erased
From dictionary
Since all of us
Vow solemnly
And tell only
Truth

" I think therefore I am"

I think, therefore I am not
I think not, therefore I am
I think not, therefore I am not

To dream is
A holy right

Even holier is
Dreams’ right
To die

Even more holier is
To find newer dreams

While passing the lamppost,

Looking down
      I witnessed the light
     Quivering on the ground

Looking up
    I saw the moths
  Circling the lamp

How did the same
Golden thread that
Interweaved our hands
Start to cut through the
Diamonds in our rings

Pulled in this way,
Pulled in that way
As if they are trying to
Hurt the rope,
But, rope isn’t the one
Who's getting blisters

The bunch of roses you offered
I brought home cuddling them
To my blossom softly and closely

When I arrived home, I saw
The flowers were withered
The Petals were no more;

Remained were only the
Thorns of the long stems
Buried deeply in my heart
Promising never to leave ever

Where does this path lead to
Inquired one who has lost his path

This also leads to another path
Replied another path searcher

Where does this path lead to
Inquired one who has lost his path

This also leads to another path
Replied another path searcher

A mirror comes forward
When a camera longs for a
Selfie

Who can help mind?

Mirror is the mind itself
Camera And selfie
Are also the mind

Chief Monk Sir,
I have sinned

How, Junior?

I came across
A young lady in ****;
I turned my head away

It is purity;  
Isn’t it, Junior?

No, Sir,
My head wouldn’t
Have turned in that flash
If it were just an
Ugly wooden block

My dear Lord Jesus,
Why Calvary?

For gravity of our sins,
Even the Everest
Is shy of height

Our hearts are numbed
For the pain you endured
Taking the cross uphill

Our hearts are blunt
For the agony of the nails
Penetrating your veins and bones

We letdown
Your pain in vain;

We still cherish
Our sins

My Holy Lord Jesus,
Why Calvary?

For gravity of our sins,
Even the Everest is shy

How can the pain you endured,
On the way to and on the Mountain,
Tame our hearts inflamed by weeds

How can the agony of nails
Bore into your veins and bones
Soften our souls soiled with slimes

This is no confession, but
To cherish your pain is
Our daily wine ‘n’ bread (2018)

Wet soap bar
Slides through
Slippery fingers-

Falls on dirt
Again, and again

Wiping its dirt out,
It’s getting picked up

With the same
slippery fingers

Again, and again

Blue
Purple
Red
?
Different, different
Soap bubbles
Looking like
Angels’ homes
Descended
From heaven

Popped one
At the ceiling

Blue
Purple
Red
?
Another one
One by one
Each one

I am liquidating
My ego

When done,
I can feel superior
To everybody

While Sun
burns my Face,

Your smiles
Sprinkle.

Sunflower,
Why mutiny

The tormentor of time
Has tattooed
Abstract Statues
On his face
Using clay of wrinkles

His eyelids were sagging  
For the weight of excessive skin,
And almost hid his pupils.

I gave him food,
But he really needed
Was happiness-
Which I never had enough.

His image
Stages dramas
In my mind

Was his outer self  
A portrait of my inner self?

Even though
The bent is U shape,
The journey is
Just forward

Standing on a rock
I keep my eyes
Glued into the horizon
But there is no sight
Of the boat yet

Conveniently,
Mind evades the question:
How does it know
A boat is to arrive

Anywhere nearby
No waterway either

In a mind of focus
There is no room for
Trivial waterways

Besides my mind reckons that
Many boats can berth on the rock (2019)

I have glued my eyes to the horizon
But, there is no sight of the boat yet

Mind conveniently
Evades the question,
How am I to know-
The boat is to arrive

There is no waterway
Anywhere nearby
Where I am waiting

My mind
Completely ignores this
Since its focus is on the boat

Besides, there is a plenty of space
For a boat on the rock
On which I am standing
And I am a resolute
Optimistic thinker

The canoe is
Emerging from
The horizon

My dreams,
Are too heavy
For the canoe, and

Should be junked
Into the river,
Before I get in

Soon, I will cross the river
But isn’t it a dream too?

The canoe
Emerges through
The horizon

Dreams, too heavy
For the Canoe,
Belong to the river

Soon, I will cross the river, but
Is it a dream too?

I hanged a drawing
Upside down

How ridiculous!
Exclaimed my friends

After a few visits
They fell in love with it

Months later
I hanged it
Upside up

How ridiculous!
Exclaimed the same friends

The drop of perspiration,
On your crescent like forehead:
A tiny little pearl
Glistens on a comely little rose,

Whispered he, to his sweetheart
With affection full of desires


The drop of sweat,
On her withered face:
An emblem that stirs up
Disgust for life’s desires

The hermit thought to himself (1981)

A butterfly?
You are not

A dandelion
Flower seed
Floats in the breeze?
No! you are not

A little bird
Gliding in the sky?
Certainly not

Your dancing stroll
In the field of orchids
Carefree and aimless,
Carries an aurora of
Grace and peace

Heart! go out there
And be like her,
At least be a
Dandelion flower seed

The long dark lonely road
Extends into the horizon
And hides in the jungle

The horse strolls steadily
As if it knows the jungle

The coachman keeps
Daydreaming
As if he is in his couch

The jungle’s breaths
Sound like warnings  

Sniffing the danger,
Reins long for
Someone’s holding

Come to me and drape my waves,
Entices the lovely river
Motivating my feet into the river

Embrace me and wrap my arms,
Invites the cool breeze,
Cementing my feet to the ground

Softly, the trees whisper,
“The choice is really yours”

Calm eyes of a patient croc
Keep meditating in the river

On a blitzkrieg in air  
Is a swarm of wasps (2020)

The suicide bomber, seeing a little girl
Who was leaving the ill-fated church,
Patted her head with compassion

Then he placed himself
Among the Easter prayers
And pressed the button

In day and night
In the heat and cold
During thunderstorms
Getting battered and battered

Tell me, scarecrow,
How do you maintain
Your dutiful scary look
While keeping your
Soft interior intact?

In day and night, in heat and cold
During storms and during rainfalls
You get battered without any reprieve

Teach me, scarecrow, preach me,
How do you sustain your dutiful scary look
While keeping your soft interior intact? (2019)

When you flow
Dancing rhythmically
On the top of the mountain
Nobody is rallying to see you

When you fall
Suffering turbulently,
Down here in the valley
Many are saluting you
With standing ovation

In a corner of the dark sky of heart
The only shining star is you

While Sun is fulgent in the sky
The darkness that dulls my heart
Is also you

The only poem that electrifies
My mind, day after day is you

While I enjoy that poem
The poison that burns my heart
Is also you.

In darkness, the lamp that brings
Light is you

When that lamp lights my heart
The wind that extinguishes it
Is also you

In a ragingly burning desert
The soothing cool breeze is you

While I relish in that cool breeze
The dust storm that suffocates me
Is also you

No handcuffs
No sentry to watch
Still no freedom

Thus, for freedom,
Essentials must be
Handcuffs and a sentry

Truth,
To welcome you?

Even to look at
An eye pricking
Bunch of thorns

Oh! No!

Falsehood,
Who comes in
Nice, nice ornaments;

Be my guest

Truth,
Trust you?
You hide your changing soul
By always using Just a single dress

Oh! No!

Falsehood,
You come in many costumes
But always has only one form

Trustworthiness?
You got it

Earth turns;

I cannot see, but
I can comprehend

You turn;
I can see, but
I cannot comprehend

The switch is to
Generate light
Demonstrates my friend
By turning the switch on
Again, and again

The switch is to
Generate darkness
I Demonstrate
By turning the switch off
Again, and again

Bill Gate’s Empire
Is a  church
In my eyes

My only brother’s
Roomy house
Is a thorn to
The same eyes

The Sky:

The rental home
For the stars
In night times;

In day times,
For the Sun

My Retina:

A camera  
For their cosmic dance

My Mind:
The playhouse

Your laughs
Sing songs
In my heart

Your sighs  
Blow storms
In my heart

Your silence
Plays operas of tears

A flower’s
Petals

Our
Smiles

My
Sighs

Same
Fate

I did not cry at all

And
I did not tell Anybody that
I was not crying