Saturday, July 28, 2012



I don't have an olive
in my hand now to offer
that got buried in a place
where wild elements
fought a war against
earthen oceans..


While traveling on Legends
I plucked a few leaves of green olive
from Athens
and that had the fragrance
of earth....

Thursday, April 5, 2012


It is true that i believed of a world
and found later it not like nature
but like a painted ink drop 
which lashed across 
my Indian Ocean Promontory
Far from the skyline, a star
opened its sparklers
towards my heart
to give me the final image;
images of my own
earthen elements 
like the reflection of 
pure Light...

Wednesday, April 4, 2012


How flashy the lights
and there we see the artificial smiles
so wide in plastic filled faces
and the show begins there
merely for the outside world
and there we find no true heartbeats
but only an unnatural beat for people
to glare at,
to create a print mark...
a kind of made up wraper
to walk around on fashion statement
in colours of prejudice bought
on stolen coins..
There we find the insincere smile of deceit,
in ink drops splashed across to create
not value but to devalue the real..

Artificial special effects...
Synthetic threads
to drape the dishonest ones..
Mere Show....

Thursday, January 19, 2012


How good to see images
from an epic when i start my day
and in the beginning it appeared
strange until a star placed
its pure vision in my eyes
for me to see the real
ink shades of timeless archetypals
and that is the day i re opened
my ancient epics to learn
more about cosmic evolutions..


Let my heart bleed
and in a way it is good
than to wrap wounds unhealed
for ages in thin muslin..
and let me read fables about friendship
from those who tingle from behind
and in stratagems
let me see how honesty lies…
Yes, even I am empowered now
to hold slander in style at return points
and It is true when I go back 
to my conscience
where I know at the end
it is painful to bear the burdens
but there no alternative
I find to heal the wounds
other than to retaliate.…

Tuesday, January 17, 2012


Standing near the meridians
of seasons
my heartbeats remind
me of the beauty of words
ahead of one silence which
traumatizes and haunts
souls on subterfuge..  
From the mirror views
of reflections even I looked upon
once to grace a silence
but now I need to look below
to see its  pale shadow
in worthless pavements
glorifying  its own silent fears…
Strange but it is true
how classic themes  grow
in rampant time frequencies
and how a silence haunts
hearts innocently….
Standing near the meridians
of seasons my heartbeats
remind me of the beauty
of words which swap not heartbeats
like  a subdued pretense..…

Thursday, January 12, 2012




How selfless music
which ties several strings
of the world in instruments,
unites languages of the world
ahead of religions
and geographical boundaries
where there no definition i find 
as genuine alphabets
bring in my heartbeats
a symphony....


There in metro rails
moments turn timeless
Modern thoughts sip coffee
in costa coffee outlets
and  smoke winter fire..
fom Perth to Indian cricket fields
we learned how to give back
membership honours
Members throw acid packs
in oceans to recreate cloud forms
and challenge the universe
Richters sour on heartbeats…
How modern our world
in unicodes..


From images to my collection
of artifacts, I know I was not into
a discovery fragment to collect
grime from my immediate fences;  
a skill I know you appreciate not..
True, I looked around
for a portrait of nature there
and in woods I stored not
unaccounted gold coins
to serve a gourmet dinner
for your clan like the way
your new card holders do
and against your thousand
members I can show you my god
who granted me his vision
to know about you and about
your million face masks…
And let me tell you I know
what exactly happened
in between...
beyond the loud silence,
words spoken, written
and the colours splashed across…


Listen love
That was past and I did not know you
I was lost in my own world
and in pure sea shells I placed my heart
my only hopes rained near poems
and that you  destroyed on hatred,
love and revenge..
That is strange but ordinary
not  great…

Wednesday, January 11, 2012


From the faces of shadows
I learn how modestly 
I can grow with the laced burdens
 of artifacts showcased
in one art gallery of peseta.
From the dissected heartbeats
of ink stained mornings
i learn how immodest
i can paint portraits against 
the will of my heartbeats
and at the end I know
how unpresumptuous
i can grow in face packs
in surreal plateaus …


Once from dialects,
mirrors net trapped alphabets
of origin from one earthen ocean
but on morning light
there remained dew drops…
Looking at my face in one mirror
I realized a smile I lost
on seasons which reflected once
radiance of a million earthen lamps
From the ruins of stone temples
I learned that invasions
cause pain not only on stone statues
but even in hurt lockers
of Euphrates and Tigress…
Hurt or unhurt there remain
on the ruins
cradle of civilization… 

Surrounded frequencies
empty not my dreams
as dreams fly upwards
in poetic shells
from ruins to the shattered
main lands and from there 
to the star filled skies
and from Hill of Tara 
to many unknown terrains..
Several years I silenced
my heartbeats but not my dreams
and in new seasons
I fill a new word against
a tear drop to equate
the lost broken daylight...


Many million years 
of evolution filled not
any refinement in hearts.
Even in one sliced up
sand grain of Goan Beach
alphabets remodel
tunes of Bethovan behind
the empowered sky stands
Fields misinterprets a word 
while playgrounds fast
near flagposts for a written manifesto;
to break on every  given chance
and on the plateaus of December 
fictions unearth vacuum points 
to fill portfolios
ahead of broken heartbeats


That island was a tear drop
in Indian ocean.
From eras to one satellite point
there changed
many million alphabets
on its ancient silk road
in Taprobane to Ceil√£o
and on the final reminder
of one resplendent
earthen rain drop
seasons wrote their renaissance
on bridges of arrows
to demystify the elements
of pure earth..

World around the horizon
records its gravity
of disasters on Richter scales
and on the alert map
Banda Aceh tears its sand grains
to smear against the forehead
of a province where life
evacuates its own heartbeats
From the ink block impressions
of chains once tied to the turning point
there fell a banyan
when Richters failed
to record the ultimate point
of infinite horizon..

Thursday, July 26, 2012



I have seen colours and clouds
and grieve not anymore for a shadow
where in life i frame my conscience
not ink marks which fluctuate
from scale to scale to inflict
not sorrow but a vain feeling

I have seen enough

and my tears are even precious
like the raindrops of monsoon
and in my poetic banyan
i love not to tie up a branch
of a cactus ...

I have seen enough

any my earth is beautiful
where i fill now the golden tint
of  autumn
where in the pathways of life
i wait not for a predator
who tried once to trample
my poetic dreams


Wednesday, December 23, 2009


Where is this fire coming?
 from my heart or mind
or from my enraged self
Where is this fire coming?
from my thoughts or my words
or my bleeding wounds
where is this fire coming in orange
sparks, in holy form?

Tuesday, December 22, 2009


History is not for to repeat
and not even there in the history
of stories a story told once is repeated
and when I listen to those waves
and their reminders of a repeat
I search in history books
and find there no HiStory

Sunday, December 20, 2009


I have turned weightless,
burdenless like a feather
and I have transformed
when seasons changed
And when I floated like
a feather I could climb
up to moonbeam and stars

Monday, December 7, 2009


For a moment I was breathless
in a coffin of compulsions
That was a nightmare, the one
arrived in drapes of dark clouds,
for a moment I was breathless
as in one dream that tied me to chains
and when I bathed in rains of June
I liberated my true self from nightmares

From a point, I tried to draw a line
exactly to measure the other end of life
where birds fly high towards sky and beyond
to their nests on lands over seas across
and when day ended and night began
it is moon that lighted on my life's exact
turning point

Sunday, December 6, 2009


I have grown beyond time
and clusters and I have learned
to walk past curses of northwind
I have grown like one incarnation
beyond earth and there i transormed
into a celestial being..

Tuesday, November 24, 2009


Earth withstood sunburns,
eclipses torrential rains, floods
droughts, volcanoes and in surprise
I watched their undying war cries
and attacking curses

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

That mountain lost its origin
in flowing streams,
in blowing wind
from smoke to fire to ashes
it turned ito a dusty hill
but still mourns to block
to bolt to ruin
to run to bleed to scare
and in stony silence
a stunned season cried


That story is told,
several million times
and each repeat is like a season
for me on which I drape myself
in and out...

I want them to go away from

from my passionate earth
and my rainfilled June
and I want them to go
far far away from
my autumn flowers

Sunday, November 1, 2009


All shadows are black
in colour and when a shadow
decided to follow me
I dismantled a wheel of time
and on that point all shadows
stopped dancing..

Friday, October 30, 2009


It is this day that I waited for long,
for long to  start afresh
for a while, I  was stand still
and from the blank emptiness
I have grown with this day...

Friday, October 16, 2009


I polished my brass lamps
to celebrate Deepavali in fresh
oil filled sparkles of fire
I placed it all around and
envious stars hid their faces
in black clouds

Monday, October 12, 2009


I heard the most beautiful
music of ocean near a starlit
sea shore where the settling
sun emptied its perilous rays
and that is the day I learned
music is not a standstill planet
of burnt up rays


When it was dark, I placed
a lamp and one continent
turned dark on the other end
of a blemished horizon,
away from the smoke filled clouds
and clogged up waters,
earth rolled forward

Sunday, October 11, 2009


No platform I need to sing
and no podium I need to beg in for fame 
There is ample of grace in my ocean
and ample of light in my moon
I need no concert hall nor I need
any one to shower praises on me
and I am happy in myself
when I am alone in one seashore

I don't have regrets
which I drained through
the fine filters of life
freed all delicate
superfluous fears,
redeemed sorrows
in perfect measures
and through the  mirror of life

I found the reflection
of everlasting happiness


I was in heaven for a while
and walked past a hell
encountered masks
of curses and dark nights
and on my return earth
emraced me from all around.

Friday, October 9, 2009


It is from a wind that I learned
not to be in one valley
or in one mountain but to flow,
flow away from levels that is high
and low and not to clasp in hand
the bleeding crowns of conqueror's

Who is walking near that pillar
so close like a blind shadow
who is that stranger stands
behind me in silent footsteps
who is that one invades
with no shame or permission
who is that stranger so fond
to follow this earth

Away from their rigid rights
and propagated wrongs
I walk with no strings attached
and like in one horizon

a sea captures the settling


It is when the wild waters lost
its pathways and stumbled
a  mountain to dust 
that north wind showerd

curses on earth

Saturday, October 3, 2009


A round globe turned flat
and a curse followed earth
to cause a drastic shock
and then vanished
in rain drops

Sunday, September 27, 2009


When I asked a rivulet
why it flow dry as a narrow line
it mocked  me to bang its head
on a hard rock, split in two
and one branch dried in summer
and the other one perished
in a whirl..

Stand not in my freedom camp
like a refugee as I don't have
any trust in your masks
and their endless pretensions
Take that crowd away
like paid sergeants  they scream
across borders
and there is no place in this earth
for heartless invaders

Monday, September 21, 2009


When I placed my first step
I had a fall but earth embraced
me and placed me on a cliff
and that is the day
I emptied my tears and fears
in a valley

I have learned to play
again on strings,
my fingers once numb
regained its fire that I can
play again the endless
melodies of life

It is my rebirth
from one death hill I climbed up
breathing fresh air and fragrance
of earth ...

That time lost its creative relevance
and emancipation a fake mask

of pretense
and in war field where egoes clash
I don't have time to wait
for a final encounter

That widow is like a norh wild wind
spins around curses as drapes 
 her tresses black spotted clouds
and her mind a black river..


I lost a day in one night
and for the lost day
I waited  long and long 

and my vision widened
when I re entered
on day's axiis

It is through the tip of my fingers
words arrived in simple forms
 in colours of autumn and earth
and through the pages
of destined lines
I read diatribes of a compass
and its ultimate rhythm
to point zero


It is on a rain filled morning
I learned from the sky roof

that clouds arrive
from no where and cause
panic and collide in expletive

black fumes
and at the end of an explosion

they vanish in mid air
shedding their masks
and masquerades in rain drops........

From east wind I move forward
to western sun set
and the beginning point of
dark nights where masks
dance in wild rhythm

Sunday, September 20, 2009


I can see sparkles 
in moist filled tree branches
and when in night I see
the same sparkle in stars...

Saturday, September 19, 2009

There is a sea in front of me
tied around in rocks like strings
in one instrument, written words
on sand, faded day, this sea invades
shores breaks away all instrument strings..

I have tried hard to silence my words
but they broke open like a storm
from my memory lines
and sentenced me to life... 


For years I wandered
in search of me
and at the end of Pralaya
I find my real breath
in the musical holes of a flute


A paper sheet endorsed
on bias and that Judgment
has no value

and to liberate my true self
from bonds I wrote again
and again

I feel not secure in my words
as someone follows me wherever I go

From a valley of dreams,
I overheard the conspiring
whispers of a mountain
on time bound wheels
and it is the same day
I learned the dance of the forests
In wild rhythm....
I find it out one day certainly
to come out of  that mountain cave
and for certain I find it out one day
to climb up to the moonlight

I closed that door and those opened
windows, fenced around
and the only window I opened

today is focused towards a sea shore
It is from this hill I heard the echo
of a valley and from a forest

I learned to sing in silence
I have decided to turn away my destiny
from storms and northern
heat winds
and I have decided to hold in hands
stars and autumn colours
It was in that journey of life
I immersed all my burdens

in Ganga and carried
that river in a tiny clay pot
and when I walked past

on burdens, from a tiny
clay pot I heard the heartbeat 
of ganga

Rain in me is there from the day I was born
and that rain I hold in my hands so full

Rain in me is June and tht rain is from
there from the day I was born

I lhave learned to hate mountains
through  rhyming verses
and I have learned to love my life
through simple words

My mind was  like a bird
caught in cloud traps
where a blinded star
followed me in silence

and I lost my origin

Seconds perished unnoticed
on rolling wheels of forgotten hours
and nothing remained 

even to anounce the final
death call of time....