ANTIQUITY

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..

TRANSITION

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..…

AUTUMN RAIN

It is day that moves along a tunnel

of enveloped dreams and a season

of stillness

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

Scented flowers.

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…