"seabeds" poems
The sun, slanting westwards
chases me with competitive spirit;
speeding through, interstate highway
from Hyderabad to Bangalore,
long stretches I see, are waterless seabeds
reminds the oceanic origin of all
sense of time vanishes, I am an unknown
creature of the sea, an explorer of underwater geology.
Like life, it's a winding long drive
lonely too, like one often finds, oneself in spite of many loves,
just incessant voices that soon lose meaning.
Speaking to myself, quietly, alone
I realize this, calmly, in life-
one is alone in many ways .
How curious,
the sun, my co-traveller,
caught sight of me,
and graciously gives me
a smile of recognition,
still continues the chase playfully,
from my right,
I like his verve
he too finds fun in our run.
He becomes red all over,
decides to set in the west
he signals,
above Nandi Hills
his spectacular farewell show
makes me slow down and watch.
At the height of the display, he vanishes
like a magician, taking every drop of light with him,
leaving me to find my way
through darkness, that I have to dispel myself.
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 1:50 PM UTC
Trebled arms surround—
Drowned in seabeds by cuttlefish,
Threadbare were my bones.
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 9:02 PM UTC
In our mind a sea of trouble
Waves of grief will drag us down
As problems flow against us
In depression people drown
We must fight to reach the shallows
So that we may catch our breath
Before the tide carries us further
To our inevitable death
For the seabeds lined with bodies
Of those who came before
And took their lives because of problems
Depression carried them from shore
Sometimes theres no solution
No solid lifeline we can find
There are so many people drowning
A sea of trouble in their mind.
Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 3:44 PM UTC
I can show thee that you are the waters
Flowing freely of war and hunger
The seabeds emerging
as your swords begin to puncture
Into my skin, my breath, my sonic cries of death
I can show thee that you are fire
Cunning, burning, my mind's desire
Fervently aflame as you place me to shame
The heart taking space where my mind hesitates
I can show thee that you're everything combined
All the elements of danger together inclined
To break me while you pray for your powers to imply
Every force willing to take my blood and life
I can show thee that you aren't for me
Far too atrocious, knives for the ****
Shelves of metal and red-soaked silk
Hearts embedded with talons of guilt
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 12:35 AM UTC
There is a little pearl box
in my heart
and sometimes I open it
to regale myself with joys.
I have picked them up
in silk seabeds
where caresses
have petals
and kisses
taste of honey.
I have found them
among rivers of smiles
with banks
coloured with passion,
in valleys
where fields are sown
with sweetness,
on mountain tops
made of attentions
where meadows are covered
with affections.
They are the loves of life.
There is a little pearl box
in my heart
and sometimes I open it
to regale myself with joys.
15.4.'14
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 1:17 PM UTC
deep in the forests,
in dead-silent houses,
in deep blue seabeds,
in dusty shelves
and empty streets,
you shall be light
you will rebuild yourself
among silence
you will do all the things you want to
and be all the things you wish you could
you will be fire
blazing brighter than you
ever thought you would.
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 9:33 PM UTC
Once, there was a balcony your body clutched like a tree limb
But there wasn't enough inertia in your heels
There wasn't enough sorrow in your heart
There wasn't enough of a gust to send you over.
Once, there was the earth my body burrowed into like an urchin
But there wasn't enough soil to cover me
There wasn't enough gravity to immerse me
There wasn't enough wanderlust to keep me digging.
More than once, we had sighed in the glow of a lonely moon
We had misconstrued misfortune for opportunity
And we had became immune to the idea of repose
More than once, we tasted salt; in tears, in seabeds, in seared skin of the heart
We felt faulted, in both spirit and in brooding sincerity
We thought the worries we were haunted by were causeless
We've bared scars on our palms from digging
From gripping on to any bit of the world to stop it from spinning
But when our fingers interlace, and our wounds overlap, you will find a map of home.
Once, we were on a balcony with a bottle of bourbon.
A gust of faith was enough to push you off the edge
A surrender was enough to unearth me.
And together we drown into the pool of how beautiful it is to get lost in vulnerability.
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 6:19 AM UTC
In the dust of days
Where ancient seabeds dry
Ghosts of children play
And rarely wet their eyes
In wild deserts barren
Blind to life and time
Hearts continue tearing
But never you mind
In the depths of dreams
Forests full of gifts
Bursting at the seams
Ripping little rifts
In the horrid screams
The beauty of a sound
What does all this mean?
We all come to ground
In the flesh of words
Lies an empty whoosh
As of baby birds
Upon initial push
In the cornered beast
Something stirs awake
This something is the least
Still not for us to take
In the present dawn
The promises of dusk
Wafting from the lawn
A dank and pungent musk
In the flow of blood
An incessant calling
The roaring of this flood
And all that it is hauling
In the grasp of life
In the dust of days
In the curse of strife
A benediction lays
In the seabeds dry
In the loamy gainful ground
Children wet their eyes
It all comes around
In the depths of of dreams
In the funeral mounds
The eyes of lovers gleam
Please don't make a sound
In the raptured haze
In this collective mess
In a raptors violent gaze
The final sweet caress
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 1:23 PM UTC
you know
i'm a little scared of
anchors; my wrists are not
for oceans to chain
to the very bottom of seabeds and
waiting graves
oh god please you know i can't stay
you make the tide in my veins
fall back into old sadness and lonely
drowning lungs i can't breathe
i want to run to shore and
farther still you don't care
and i'll fade away into mist don't you see
i can't love you like rain when i am
hurricane
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
Curious and free, my love
Remember how that felt
So young and so naive
No money, stature or wealth
Curious and free, my love
My God did we explore
Traversing around the globe
Two-three times, more...
Curious and free, my love
We danced with many a wave
Chased wild dolphins
Roamed seabeds and caves
Curious and free, my love
Sand trickled through our toes
Witnessed sunrises from mountain tops
Immersed headfirst in pistes of snow
Curious and free, my love
Late nights and sweet romancing
Wild parties, early mornings
Reminiscing of crazy dancing
Still curious but not so free my love
Our adultness restraints us
Still, wealthy from all those adventures
Maybe our next chapter will define us
Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 12:54 PM UTC