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…
