A bubbly Sun suddenly zooms
in unsuspected  doorway
of a retrograde pathway,
Pulls through holes of the net .

Hairy nylon threads giggle
on  loose skin ,
Sun glows through cheek of a girl,
attained womanhood a few weeks back

God dazzles with his lanky legs,
a bunch of wild hair galloping with every stride
one side of jersey  pulled up to elbow
and eyes open a sky beyond the shaky net.

Kites Grow wings and put some grey,
fly from harbor to harbor searching prey

Over waving blue and under pouring  blue,
Keep on calling and listen too

fly albeit not at will,
Threads control and wind distort

Blues of ocean and sky,
Between everyday you fly

Harbor a heart  ,
(Wings need it )
Grow wings and try

Opened the window,
A waiting Breeze from the East
Percolated through  steaming heart

Saw him sleeping on sofa
Turned to Left , heaves hurling chest

Travelled again  through his closed eyes
to the Evergreen meadows
(the old acquaintance !)



I remain a ****** till
all the flames of
the Last fire
The world crashed
in the beginning of the night

Sound of breaking glass
Hurricane uprooting trees
Snapping of electrical wires

The night was prolonged
(Shakuni continued the Game of Dice)

An eerie silence surfaced
Through brutal  turmoil

“ I love you”

man whispered to the woman
across the curtain in the doorway

Umiam started settling down in
her eyes  not because she did not expect
but for her submerged heart was attempted
to be touched and caressed

“  I don’t know”

woman whispered back to the man
across the swinging curtain in the doorway

Umiam started flowing  , warm and passionate,
understanding well the “know” under “ don’t know” !

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Umiam= a lake in Meghalaya ,India
= in local language, Umiam means Tears

Clean and smooth ,both are,
***** and plate, keep on tightening till
Air displaces, vacuum sets in ,
And they are cold soldered
Life long!

Some do it passionately,
Maqbool Fida Husain ,  
Tajmahal erupts, by the witnessing Yamuna.

Not all, always, can
Do it ; end of Alma Tunnel is not
Explored beyond its ends, steps
Stop only few inches from
The entrance !

Rain pours in ,like,
Broken porcelain on watermelon,
Wind gusts in like hammer,
And the rock is made sand, if,
You can’t carve  Khajuraho  
With your head and heart.

Cold soldering, it works,
and doesn’t always,
depend , entirely on you.

Raring  to explore tunnels
in the eyes
molded by desolate  solitude

Shore may be there
in other end round
strewn with trees of
abandoned  flowers & fruits

Compassionate waves of sea  
have come down upon the shore
to caress wounded  tress
and have come, not for no one

This too will pass away
in a  road of
sharing & caring Sohra clouds
descending upon Umiam lake

Times are good or bad, happy or sad
Let’s stay together  in a violin night
with a table, a chair, a bowl of fruit


Let’s  be happy
together to be
and
nothing else need be

Lewd fingers crawl valiantly
on the un-surrendered valley

Silent rage surfaces into a scream
aerated water bubbles from deep within

Can this scream return breathing
to the gothic language of humanity
and tell them to carry a portrait of daughters
on their  scandalous fingers

“To smash this night,
To break this shadow” !

Megalomaniac dark hands will be burnt
By the  thousands lights of sun  

And a daughter not lose her father again
To the fiery of another war !