Wednesday, 29 October 2014

Important VS unimportant and things that you call limitations…

courtesy Google

round very round and whole
floating on its blue blood are patches of green and brown
you hear names, Gaza, Palestine, Iraq, Afghanistan,
Laos, Congo, Sudan, Myanmar, Somalia
and you see pictures that may haunt or drown
among many pressing matters of life, cooking,
eating, shopping, shaving, saving, gaming, office, school,
at night when you are sleeping under a thick blanket
and when you startle by a distant cracker of festival
you go back to sleep relieved, for a peaceful next day;
morning you call your milkman when he is late
and life is like a pressing matter of cooking, eating,
shopping, shaving, saving, gaming, office, school,
and when you plan a trip, you never come across
names like, Gaza, Palestine, Iraq, Afghanistan,
Laos, Congo, Sudan, Myanmar, Somalia and many
and you never think twice about gun shattered lives,
empty tummies, dry sleepless eyes, dried out childhoods
because life is a pressing matter of cooking, eating,
shopping, shaving, saving, gaming, office, school,
and you live on illusions, and reality is dug deep under
volcanic, vulnerable tectonic plates...

Monday, 27 October 2014

Silence shedding old leaves...

Embellished socks
Morning concoction bitter
And the floor icy cold

It’s autumn
Shedding its habit
Premature snow inside

Embellished socks
Signs of the travel
Well concealed

Scattered tumblers
Talk to her
And listen to her

Chaos sometimes
Fills void space
And embellishment, scars

Wednesday, 8 October 2014


Early morning blues and thoughts,
the dough swells and sifts
through my fingers, course,
 little more water and ghee
the dough so soft and ready
two little sparrows singing
sitting on our window grill
I took back my finger rings;
messages in my mobile,
over the table words peeped
 from open books,
a quiet time of my own,
a muffled laughter knocked
at my silent careless thoughts.

Rewind, and a second look for
a parallel scene that I ignored
two little hands taking away
part of the dough
little funny rotis spread over the stool
marked with little finger prints
and on her table her books
my life, my words, deeds---imprints

another persona in making

Wednesday, 24 September 2014


each step moving forward
tangles in sharp edged creepers
cutting memories fresh,
red thick heart oozes out;
impressions, every last page, it pricks
the next step forward,
an empty, hollow space screams;
fear lurches like dragons of the myths
yet there is a sky yonder
blue and deep where
dreams do fly like flocks of birds
together, together as
adorable younglings with their mother,
the invisible wings of an unknown beat inside;
love, hope, ecstasy, compassion?
 invisible wings, they are free like those dreams
and they do take you, drag you forward
giving you infinity…

Wednesday, 17 September 2014

We travel

with me, before me and beyond me
it walks and runs and flies
a handful of small dreams and

moistened little pearls of tears

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Tuesday, 16 September 2014

No "no" to life....

rain washed, guzzled a luminous evening
as night slowly mellowed to a new dawn;
she gazed on clouds to douse, satiate
mid days blistering memories

the city was alive with noises of life,
she watched a bud playing in the breeze;
she set out on the wet road, afresh,
rain washed street, and light breeze
played with her shiny hair

Sunday, 14 September 2014

The Sea

Courtesy Google

dreams of heaven spilled
over the waves and rippled
a silver blanket curled
and spread as mermaids
swam away to sea
to swim in amniotic hug

Here on the shore
an empty body sat
leaving day’s files
and shoes aside

Wednesday, 20 August 2014


The soft snowy wind sang from across
from afar, from beyond,
swept through the trees of decades.

Memories cornered to the soft couch
evoking colours of life’s
flowers, chrysanthemums, daffodils,
gladiolus, heather, amaryllis, magnolia,
marigold, touching all subtleties.

Invigorating the senses the coffee
shined, milky brown foaming
and weaving patterns with words
encapsulated in books, words
solid, birthed from the winds of decades,
from the memories of flower touched lives
brewing with coffee, encapsulated in books,
reaching back to minds
resting under the shades of books,
forgetting and remembering…

Friday, 8 August 2014

a game

Courtesy Google

 old man
 little bat
and the moon
they met every night
for a play with cards
from the beginning of times;
intuition and
the time as they are
and they laughed
how mankind loss game spirit
of life