Wednesday, January 23, 2013


IMAGES




I have shed a million tears
and no one heard or seen as the ocean
roared from me within... 


In seasons i tried to conceal
the finest of of my sorrow,
chains i tried to break
hurts i buried in coffins
prayers i missed from my heart
i felt  the tremors of earth 
beneath my origin,
in rains i walked 
to assure me that i end
not in fragments
i cried inside me more
than in the retrospective podiums
in scales i placed not my sorrow
to relinquish
It meditated inside me
and i know how it will be...
In images, in stanzas 
i struggled to hold back
the fine elements but it breaks
in resolute form, in daylight
without even me knowing...



LEKHA I JOIN YOU TO FIGHT AGAINST THAT MALIGNANT DISEASE..

I receive many forwards on a disease called malignat cancer
Lekha, my friend has forarded me an image of cancer and i thought i write my feelings about this malignant tumor called Cancer..

LEKHA,

I join you with the fight against malignant cancer which tries to ruin the happiness of human beings by growing on the good cells)


IMAGES

In my heartbeats i can see
faces turning into masks..
In seasons i walked hearing
the silent trumpets...
Silent trumpets
right under the skies
god watched the show
of the karkinos
and sympathized along
with the ocean on the
apathy of human souls..
Ink marks struggled
to save a cancerous cell
but  spread all around
killing goodness...

One image fell
from one extra ordinary podium
to one ordinary platform..
karkinos... karkinos...
you don't need to tell me
about the greed of cancer...
I have seen goodness
dying under its greed...
Humans suffering under
its greed...
Life ending on its greed..
Karkinos- why are you
so greedy?????
Karkinos -why are you
so greedy and kill goodness
of humans....


 

Friday, January 18, 2013

IMAGES

In days, in seasons, in years
images grow beyond mountains
indifferently at times..

From shaped up cubicles
there floats in front a synthetic

symmetrical, calculated comfort..

 In years, in seasons
images grow looking down
at the world on which
deceit conspires..
From tears to the transformed
muteness
images grow in earthen elements
like a natural sweetener....

Thursday, January 17, 2013

IMAGES





 






Who reminds me of a Past
in one January dawn
It is not me...
In images i tried to fill
a million of my unheard
heartbeats
In quotes of down hills
i read a million alphabets
of bias,
paint drops filled the cavities
of gluttony
In scales, a soul squared
a score
A mountain watched in silence
to gain more points
on forced errors.
Not even a sand grain in river bank
to write of a fine moment...
that is past..
and who reminds my ocean
of one past from the down hill road...
It is not me..

Monday, January 14, 2013



IMAGES
(Rema Prasanna Pisharody)


It wasn't me but shadows
experimented on my heartbeats..
In ancient memories
my thoughts were too gentle
and kind ..
That was before you invaded 

my origin, my earth
to teach me about the impure wisdom
of the wild..
It is true, i wasn't
familiar with the show case
gentleness of painted gadgets
and the barter system of kindness.

In seasons
and in not so remarkable
advantage points
in front of me faces moved
with no traces of gentleness
but with the final settlement chart
of impure wisdom..
It is not me experimented
with human heartbeats
but faceless shadows
and chemical hues..

I turned arrogant to block
shadows from invading
my earthen conscience
And i know
before you invaded my nation,
in ancient memories
i was gentle and kind
genuinely....


IMAGES





It wasn't me but  shadows

experimented on my heartbeats..

In ancient memories

my thoughts were too gentle

and kind ..

That was much before

you invaded my origin, my earth

to teach me about the impure wisdom

of the wild..

It is true that i wasn't

familiar with the show case

gentleness of painted gadgets..



In seasons

and in not so remarkable

advantage points

in front of me faces moved

with no traces of gentleness

but there i found  the final

paints of impure wisdom..

It is not me experimented

with human heartbeats

but faceless shadows

and i turned arrogant to block

them from invading

my earthen conscience....





 IMAGES

Images are precious
not for one season but for all...
it is not that one needs to add brightness
of bias to pride a superficial belief
Impressed; not my earthen lamps,
in forgone seasons i filled my heartbeats
for that more than
the tears i shed inside me
it is not because i ran short
of a second but believed
images are precious
and brightness of prejudice
is not earthen..
it is not my fault if a season
decided to fight near my border line
to disapprove my earthen beliefs...




IMAGES

Images i measure not in scales
or in seconds or in captions..
In pavilions i sit not now
to know the faces wrappers
of a downhill's signature ink mark
It is ancient a memory
that many monsoons ago
i withstood expletives
of a nation called silence...

In Shields i cover my conscience
tears i hold back
In nature's souvenirs i write
Flowers of monsoon i drape
From childhood dreams
to the replacement platforms,
face wrappers refused to accept
that there was a shadow in between
the banyan trees and my autumn

 
IMAGES
I followed a footstep and fainted against a faceless shadow Seasons changed like eras when i opened my eyes In my school library i searched for an epic and to my surprise i found that most epics are consortium of battles..
I followed a footstep and climbed up to the sky where stars wrote poetry like the sparkle of an earthen lamp... Away from the concrete pillars, away from the mysteries of premonitions i walked along the coasts of Indian Ocean in search of my own origin...
I followed an unknown footprint and collided on a mountain shadow and there near the plateau of emptiness i found my own unknown poetic footsteps..

 
HIS STORIES
History not very fascinating in royal enclosures as it covers past and truths alive in burial grounds... Buried coffins are brought up from centuries to enlighten me about the blindness of royal kingdoms..
I left my history book in library as it burdened my soul in silent blood sheds.. In my dreams shadows collided and arrows pierced my heartbeats I think i find more peace in poetry than in his stories...

ootprints....



 

IMAGES


I hear that 9 Baloch
from the neighboring borders
invaded my tri colour
through the barbed lines
of control...

Silence.............
will you listen for a while..
In mountain springs
you toppled our flag
and enemies sensed it
There is bloodshed
and i know you finish off
even a nation to implant
your ego on the top hill..

I hear that 9 Baloch from
the neighboring borders invaded
my tri colour and let me
shed a tear for the bravehearts
who lost their heartbeats
for you to do spring revolutions
to implant your ego
on the flag hoisting fort...

IMAGES
It is true i was waiting for monsoon when a mountain planted its shadows near my earthen boundaries Through the windows i was watching the star sparklers when a moon conspired behind my earthen lamp posts In my awakening dream i found the mystery of truth like the emblem of Kalinga in my tricolour...
Envious moon spread its darkness across the alphabets of life and there nothing left except a danger sign in red in provocative philosophy.. It was easy for me to listen my conscience when dreams stopped finding elements of sorrow from shadows and turned towards my origin my love, my poetic east coast horizon.....