Friday, 18 August 2017

Dance and Flood love's Sonnet


















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Waltz across my heart, oh blue sky, gaily
Let me put steps, oh white dreams, unfettered
Let me dance and be the sky, untethered
For here on earth life is chained, horribly
So dance the candid smiles we get rarely
Get flooded with compassion, unbridled
Come and be me, know the ocean here, trapped
Our whales and eagles echo candidly
Here shameless greed reigns, let’s be shameless too
Smile wide at rude faces and be happy
Flood the wicked with compassion and do
Forgive sinners, not the sin, be happy
Be the blatant envoy of nature too
For she’s the paper for life’s poesy




Thursday, 10 August 2017

the need of a golden touch



























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her unfueled reminiscences, held,
pressed hard, cold, mountain-ed;
she boils somewhere inside

her consciousness running roots,
grows high, reaching skyward, reflects;
in green canopy, she breathes

under her shade we built traps,
under our concrete shades she boils
fueling her memories, melts dangerously,
running cracks all over the existence;
the art of Kintsugi calls,
bring in  lacquer and golden herbs,
soothe her wounds
she is the depth of ourselves… 




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Tuesday, 1 August 2017

Unknown realms





























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a black robe gnawing my back neck
sitting obstinately clutching the neck;
 turned my head and saw my rooms, check,
check it all over again and nothing to pick,
silence, except for the clutch in the neck---
fearful memories wear robes so utterly black



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Friday, 28 July 2017

Homecoming













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red bulls and wet cats
behind every step
around the globe;
you are vulnerable;
anybody, anytime
anything can provoke you
turn you into a red bull
put you off into a wet cat;
you are vulnerable,
you are fragile;

so where am i home?
where am i comfortable?
where is my sanctuary?

behind the walls of your eyes
beneath the hard bones of your body
there lies the cosmos

wise men say
you are home inside you


red bulls and wet cats
behind every step
around the globe;
you are vulnerable

wise men say---
there is a guard inside you
only if you can look inside;
there is a saint inside you
only if you can look inside,
who can make you smile
anywhere, anytime
around the globe

wise men say
you are home inside you


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Wednesday, 26 July 2017

White Desert















salt exploded to a blanket;
desert meditates;

alabaster sheet reflects
you, your shadows stare,
recognize;
emptiness of white fills
every angle of your sight;
salt flicks tear-tasted wind,
close it or open, your eyes will swim;
let it catch right reflections…

salt exploded to a blanket;
desert meditates;
meditate in white.























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Thursday, 20 July 2017

transitions


























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at the window i untied yesterdays
and searched for words outside
 hanging heavy with rain drops
on trees and plants; puddles full,
reflected grey sky and streaks of sun;
heavy, drenched words with streaks of sun

i am dry, dried out paints of the canvass,
yesterday’s canvass of an abstract;
it’s the hesitation to touch wet words,
to get wet; the window bridges,
it bridges the wet and the dry,
it’s the hesitation to cross over to the rain,
for I have my own masks

i mask my scorching thoughts with smiles
i save my rain on brushes and paints
it dries up so quick;
it’s the hesitation to cross over to the rain,
for I have my own masks

at the window i untie my masks
for a while to decide on hesitations….





Thursday, 13 July 2017

Movement!























this morning isn’t sunny nor rainy;
just walk the streets the whole day moody,
dump, dump, dump, dump the thoughts
with every step weary;
neither the hills and nor the trees yours,
there are plans for every grain from rulers
and neither you are your own perception---
you are perceived on IDs,
the ten digit telecom numbers
and which belief system you were born into;
you are just a stamped document
and the face of a certain belief,
the one belief from among many sprouted
sprouted out of what, we forgot,
what was it, what was it that made them sprout
and to add, you are born out of a fragile body,
a body that has nothing more to add to the identity
than the textile mill’s different cut out clothes
and the curves and flesh and nothing more

so you are nothing more;
your neighbor,  your friend or anyone may,
yes, they may judge you for every turn of your body,
for every step you put on earth and those not put,
for you maybe, for them, imposing your belief,
don’t call your sibling the name your mother put,
yes, for that may reveal your intention of imposing,
imposing beliefs others may not find familiar;
it’s a crime, it’s a crime to open your mouth
or live the only way you were taught to live
and where ever you sit, anybody, anytime
yes, anytime they will infiltrate your abode
through your ten digit numbers and IDs
you are fragile, vulnerable and confused


this morning isn’t sunny nor rainy;
just walk the streets the whole day moody,
dump, dump, dump, dump the thoughts
with every step weary;
some roots are calling,
roots that are spread under the sand
that run close to the earth’s heart,
to hear the hum, hum, hum, hum reverberating;
back to tree bark from branded nonsense,
back to river-side meaningfulness from cutting-edge technologies
and even for this you may be labelled,
labelled as backward, foolish pessimist;
the irony of intellectualism reigns
and you as a person dumped…

this morning isn’t sunny nor rainy;
just walk the streets the whole day moody,
dump, dump, dump, dump the thoughts
with every step weary;
some roots are calling,
roots that are spread under sand,
that run close to the earth’s heart
to hear the hum, hum, hum, hum reverberating


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Wednesday, 12 July 2017

My little friend!

































she talks to me at times,
my little friend at the window---
“there is none of my clan anywhere near,
where are the big saints of my world?”
ah my little friend, when they make
match-box homes for us to stay
they never share space,
your big saints don’t stay here,
sorry….
but I’ll tell you stories of your saints,
about those extended souls of mine;
you don’t whither,
stay happy
and connect me with the truth;
stay here…



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Friday, 7 July 2017

summer tales, monsoon rhythm

















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they just float,
the days, when
the sun is to meet the rain;
the heat and sweat, corny;
those clouds cuddle, then
the days slowly shed light and
those bright patches turn dusky;
it’s rain in the dusk and
 all the stories held up are passed,
summer whispers them to monsoon;
she is  thunderous and chiming at times,
she writes them on the sand, sings them to the birds;
monsoon, the poet, she fills the land with stories and rhythm

and i huddle in the window seat listening to her phenomenal music 




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Thursday, 6 July 2017

An enigma
















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between
words gurgling through tongue
and
how much to curtail
and
how much to spill
lies a world of independence


between
boundaries made and unmade
and
where to cross
and
where to stop
lies possibilities of independence


between
thoughts of amassing
and
thoughts of sharing
lies probabilities of independence

it’s a choice made
and it’s the scapegoat  sacrificed
when all the possibilities and probabilities hang
on imbalanced decisions made

and there is an enormous possibility
in death; if in the afterlife there is no possibility
of flesh…


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