Wednesday 30 July 2014

MAY BE


Maybe it is!

Maybe it is not!


Maybe it is, and is not!


May be its unspeakable


Maybe it is, and unspeakable


May it is not, yet unspeakable


Maybe it is and is not; and still unspeakable


May be!  May not be!


The heretic says!


Stuck in this fathomless flux of life



Just let it be!



MESMERIC SWAY


I have roamed and wandered endlessly

For life times I have patiently waited


And now finally!


I now get a glimpse of your mesmeric eyes!


Petals of love now blossom in my heart


The nectar of wisdom flows


The breeze of happiness gently blows


 As your plaited hair sways as you walk away


Tell my dear


Will you look this away again?  





ANOTHER TRIP


Enticed by form


Convinced by the feeling



Fancied by the trivial



Stumbling and stalling



Oh! Stupid mind



Where did you trip again ?








ENTICING ENTWINER


Enchanting eyes that entice!



Beguiling words that charm!





Passionate embraces that entwine!



The heretic says!



In this world of perfidious coquetry



Can anyone escape this trap?





MINDLESS SUNRISE


Another morning, fresh and new


Dew drops and misty grass 


Clouds and thoughts floating by


Crimson feelings flowing  


Happiness and joy


Residing peace


As the tranquil rays spread and glow



Oh!  Can’t tell my mind from the sunrise!



WHITE AND BLUE


White and blue


An ever charming smile

Shrouded now


By the mask of death  


Your sunken eyes


Once filled with life and love


Now opalescent and grey


Your absence


Deep dark and silent!


You lived to help!


And helped to live!


A mother you were to all! 


Yet, dear sister!


When a thousand ordinary lives still need you here


Why did our Lord take you so soon?









ANTICIPATION


The treasure within



A missing tooth




 A mind lost to anticipation




The heretic says!





Can suffering be far behind? 


WEB OF VICE


The nightingale sings!

The claws tighten!


Webbed up in a dusty corner


The surly spider crawls!


The heretic says


Who weaves this vice of the heart?






Tuesday 29 July 2014

FINAL CUT


Warm blood gushing on white foam!

The blade finally cuts through!


Thinned out red


Dancing and merging


Round and round


Circling the unplugged drain


The heretic says!


A bath too long in this tub of life



Oh!  Is it time to pull the plug?  


RAINBOW OF HOPE


The rain drops still trickle and fall


The grass and trees are brighter green


Across the stone wall of this ancient fort


Arching into the empty blueness of the sky


The Rainbow is ever so faint


Deep within!


A mind sighs!


Oh! Is this the illusion of Hope?




GRIM FACE


Grimace of a face


Growling and scowling


Obnoxious with vice!


Disgruntled; disgraceful!


The heretic says!


Oh! Dirty mind



Why hide behind this tarry mask? 


BIRD-LESS WRITHINGS


The bird of the past has flown


The bird of the future is an illusion


Alone now!


No bird in hand


No bird in the sky


Feeding on my rotting heart



The worms within writhe! 



CHOCKING DESCENT


The door of the elevator closes shut


The darkness of the soul and the dingy cabin

Both descend!


As the floors pass by!


 One by one! One by one!


 Breathing the musty encroaching air


A heavy thought descends upon me


Descends upon me and chokes!


A gruff voice within, asks me in my ear?


Tell me you fool!



Why are you still you alive? 




A POEM GONE


A blank paper swaying the breeze


On me, you wrote poetry


You gave me meaning


You gave me life


But rain came!


And life changed!


Now washed away in the downpour


Soaked in a puddle


Ink blotched up; words gone


Once paper; now wet and torn


Tell me my dear!



Where did our poem go? 




DANCING RIPPLES


Two ripples in a pond

By this pebble!


Formed by chance!


Together now in this  moment


Resonating in one another!


Hastened by transience!


Entwined by the presence!


Weaving patterns that readily vanish


Joyful as long as our time lasts  


Tell me my dear



Why don’t we smile and dance? 






SUDDEN STRIKE



The winds plays havoc 

The trees sway in violence

Leaves and branches lie scattered

The rain pours!

Thunder roars!

Un-targeted and unplanned

Lightning suddenly strikes!

Standing alone on a rocky peak

A mind within wonders


Oh! When will it strike my vulnerable heart? 

Sunday 27 July 2014

GREEN IS THE COLOR


Lazing clouds embrace the hills


The morning drizzle!


The cool monsoon breeze!


 Left over from the nights down pour


Full up puddles!


Now blue with the clearing sky  


 Trees and lawns; fields and the hills     

  
Green is the colour!


Green is the colour of life!


Happiness resides!


Peace flows!



Oh! How blissful is this beauty of life! 


STILL POURING


The rain has stopped now

Grass here is greener


Birds chirp away


Flowers blossom


Deep inside my moistened heart


Tell me dear



Why is it still pouring?