It is on a dawn that I walked to reach
Upto the playfields of shadows
Where sorrows frozen on fences and heartbeats
broken on iron acerbic trellis
Moments challenged each and every spoken word
on bell towers where seasons transformed.
Hurtlockers compete in open plateaus to overcome a plain grief..
It is again on a dawn that I walked back to the seashore where on the sand fileds i sat gazing at the stream of infinite light..
Antiquated ancient sorrows confront in front
Unhealed, an era moves forward..
In shadows and beneath the branches
of a giant Banyan, there reflect a million stars
and a dream of the lighted sky
From the endless trail circles
to the infinite horizon to the hand woven
alphabets, seasons change in front..
In rain socked shores, sorrows re write
a poem on origin..
In eastern roads, a day opens
towards the handpicked mementos
of a childhood which lost its memories
on transit points..…
It is day that moves along a tunnel
of enveloped dreams and a season
Heavens fill nectar in golden fields
of earthen borders
in each footstep, a moment surpasses
a fragment of life where in turning points
dawn breaks into autumn’s rain
On dividers, equator draws a line analogous
and in unknown rudiments a sentenced
stream, shadows and a poem of seashells..
SOUVENIR OF LIFE
In souvenirs of life, in broken frames
a day writes across to reach up to the noisy
pathways to the silenced melodies
of eastern seashores
Overshadowed heartbeats in pyre
burns a memory
Fenced borders in colonial landscapes
Landlock a moment and a dawn of fresh
From last battle to the remains of peril
to the cape of a past to the golden
light of present
Autumn writes on a sky branch of hope…