I have transformed
like a dreamy star
in one autumn
where near the promontory
ocean played music
in one conch shell..
Mentors turned as tormentors
in one summer
and in monsoon raindrops
i wrote a million words
and those words traveled
from a terrain to my origin
Earth.....
May be,
I should have been scholarly
to break each atom of my brain
to know about paranormals
the most uncomfortable antonyms
third Eye.
illiterate me..
I knew only one...
Shiva…
The one with third eye on his forehead
direct one… fire brand..
Antonyms not known
An eye to slice life ordinary,
Wild.. and for what????
Yes! It is beyond the reach of encyclopedias
and reference registers.
My brain nerves tanned on sunrays
my oceans overhauled
and my songs lost many a spring
Rain of May......
struggles on crossroads of mystic summer riddles
Beyond paranormals
Antonyms
Universal Eye of destiny..
Illiterate me...
Let me learn my first alphabet...
I chose my destiny,
a ladder on broken ridges
I see no escalators to lift me
but I can climb
with less technical faults
in slow footsteps,
and go up to moon..
238,857 miles;
not a distance in supersonic era..
Inspiration -Apollo 11
like a dreamy star
in one autumn
where near the promontory
ocean played music
in one conch shell..
Mentors turned as tormentors
in one summer
and in monsoon raindrops
i wrote a million words
and those words traveled
from a terrain to my origin
Earth.....
Monday, May 31, 2010
I have got answers
for all of them
for those shadows and clouds
and for those nameless faceless waves
and the whole lot of ink stream
which flow towards this ocean in strange wild shades
I have got answers for all of them
written in scripts only heavens know
but for that, this ocean needs to flow
low from its depth of treasures
and it is difficult for pure soul forms
like ocean and earth
to flow down from heights supreme
and my answers
let me tie them in one flute
as a song for me to sing later.
for all of them
for those shadows and clouds
and for those nameless faceless waves
and the whole lot of ink stream
which flow towards this ocean in strange wild shades
I have got answers for all of them
written in scripts only heavens know
but for that, this ocean needs to flow
low from its depth of treasures
and it is difficult for pure soul forms
like ocean and earth
to flow down from heights supreme
and my answers
let me tie them in one flute
as a song for me to sing later.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Whenever they hear a roar in this ocean,
like waves they break all elements
to find a Solution, Emulsion -Blue
from their unsettled narrowness
on which they paint their eyes first
and look around for a face to paint
and from the hidden chambers
as a memoir of their limited wisdom...
splash; Solution.. Emulsion
there the ocean whispers
Forget….
And from the top hill of Govardan
a flagpost I see beyond bridges and rivers
in collective stillness in golden frames..
Silence
From wandering thoughts to one sea shore
I walked back to my primitive soul in pure form
like the dew drop on morning flowers
in poetic form
in one Flute….
Near Govardan...
like waves they break all elements
to find a Solution, Emulsion -Blue
from their unsettled narrowness
on which they paint their eyes first
and look around for a face to paint
and from the hidden chambers
as a memoir of their limited wisdom...
splash; Solution.. Emulsion
there the ocean whispers
Forget….
And from the top hill of Govardan
a flagpost I see beyond bridges and rivers
in collective stillness in golden frames..
Silence
From wandering thoughts to one sea shore
I walked back to my primitive soul in pure form
like the dew drop on morning flowers
in poetic form
in one Flute….
Near Govardan...
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Yes, I can see from the wooden window
of my village home there a block
formed overnight
so close to the envious mountain
and I find a way towards sea shore
through the wild green forest
where I listen the song of a valley
in a breeze that carried
the silken secrets of a river
and a world wilder than my dreams..
of my village home there a block
formed overnight
so close to the envious mountain
and I find a way towards sea shore
through the wild green forest
where I listen the song of a valley
in a breeze that carried
the silken secrets of a river
and a world wilder than my dreams..
Friday, May 21, 2010
Really,
near one sea shore
I hear a mountain speaks about a far end desert
where no trees no shadows grow
to extend a branch to hang on
a better place to edge walk
for twisted brains like them..
away from the glare, in all secrecy;
an escape resort to hide…
that is what written in lines of destiny
to drink comforts in style..
And a claim that time to move?
Really???
They declare
in time table charts the time of others....
In historic books
History sounds great
Good - for story tellers
let them settle their silly scores in fictions
and let them not fun ride on others
in mountain peaks,.
in discriminative masks;
Yes, this earth now knows from them
that ex in ex form in extreme edges...
And now I see one zero in cliff
moves from north to join them in..
Ocean; listen the heartbeat of earth
and roar roar on all such extremes
until they stop their invasions
in seashores...
near one sea shore
I hear a mountain speaks about a far end desert
where no trees no shadows grow
to extend a branch to hang on
a better place to edge walk
for twisted brains like them..
away from the glare, in all secrecy;
an escape resort to hide…
that is what written in lines of destiny
to drink comforts in style..
And a claim that time to move?
Really???
They declare
in time table charts the time of others....
In historic books
History sounds great
Good - for story tellers
let them settle their silly scores in fictions
and let them not fun ride on others
in mountain peaks,.
in discriminative masks;
Yes, this earth now knows from them
that ex in ex form in extreme edges...
And now I see one zero in cliff
moves from north to join them in..
Ocean; listen the heartbeat of earth
and roar roar on all such extremes
until they stop their invasions
in seashores...
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
In school of theocracy
I learned how this earth rolls
from dark night to a day
and how a day ends in harmony
on octaves of a musical scale
In between...
from the pleasing dew drops of a morning flower
my words traveled in curious eyes
to find the secrets of a narrow estuary
and in return overheard
the nontraditional, despotic language
of a mountain from its plastic like heart..
While in screens of silver, actors
staged up for the performance of a year
on many rock and rolls'; sidelining
the essence of classics,
sound failed to record a melody in digital readers
as the stage collapsed in one coastal wave
and a shore washed off
In books of theocracy
a country turned divine
near the tenth horizon
I learned how this earth rolls
from dark night to a day
and how a day ends in harmony
on octaves of a musical scale
In between...
from the pleasing dew drops of a morning flower
my words traveled in curious eyes
to find the secrets of a narrow estuary
and in return overheard
the nontraditional, despotic language
of a mountain from its plastic like heart..
While in screens of silver, actors
staged up for the performance of a year
on many rock and rolls'; sidelining
the essence of classics,
sound failed to record a melody in digital readers
as the stage collapsed in one coastal wave
and a shore washed off
In books of theocracy
a country turned divine
near the tenth horizon
Monday, May 17, 2010
It is not a thesis I struggle to dedicate
in memory of a season
In Sangams rivers join, divert
and finally reach to no where to identify;
for them, in mornings I write not
but there is one I must tell
I write for...
not for those panchromatic lenses
who create fables and facsimiles for earth
not those ink marks wait in corridors
to settle several of scores in digital time boards
not at all for those changing facemasks
who stand behind like a space mission lab
and waste a lot of life in crafty experiments
to find class of this earth and seasons;
listen,
there is one I write for
with no face masks or pretensions…
the one I can trust upon
there she stands- my little sisi...
and I need not worry
if others differ or contradict.....
in memory of a season
In Sangams rivers join, divert
and finally reach to no where to identify;
for them, in mornings I write not
but there is one I must tell
I write for...
not for those panchromatic lenses
who create fables and facsimiles for earth
not those ink marks wait in corridors
to settle several of scores in digital time boards
not at all for those changing facemasks
who stand behind like a space mission lab
and waste a lot of life in crafty experiments
to find class of this earth and seasons;
listen,
there is one I write for
with no face masks or pretensions…
the one I can trust upon
there she stands- my little sisi...
and I need not worry
if others differ or contradict.....
Earth was an orange like planet
when he opened his tiny mouth
and I watched him from a Garden
where flowers bloomed.
In misty mornings I wrote nothing
but about my village monsoon
and about dusty taar roads and black holes
All again about a God, people laughed at
It is true but he was there in that pillar
And I watched him from the walls behind;
from that day I turned towards him-God
and in my hand he gave me a block of butter,
sure, stolen from a mud pot; from Gokul
and when he held Govardan
I heard the thunderous swords of Indralok
when he opened his tiny mouth
and I watched him from a Garden
where flowers bloomed.
In misty mornings I wrote nothing
but about my village monsoon
and about dusty taar roads and black holes
All again about a God, people laughed at
It is true but he was there in that pillar
And I watched him from the walls behind;
from that day I turned towards him-God
and in my hand he gave me a block of butter,
sure, stolen from a mud pot; from Gokul
and when he held Govardan
I heard the thunderous swords of Indralok
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Words arrive wearing tiny droplets of rain
far from the hills which chained this earth on a stone
Words travel from thunderous lightening
like a sword to uncover the masks of a mountain,
Away from the foothills of a hideous mansion
time measures destiny’s shadows in length
near one Speaking-Tree of wisdom
from sea shores to sea shores
summer seasoned; in rains of May…
far from the hills which chained this earth on a stone
Words travel from thunderous lightening
like a sword to uncover the masks of a mountain,
Away from the foothills of a hideous mansion
time measures destiny’s shadows in length
near one Speaking-Tree of wisdom
from sea shores to sea shores
summer seasoned; in rains of May…
Saturday, May 15, 2010
I go back to my sea shore
where I belong
to collect sea shells
and watch one horizon in orange autumn
And you faceless in groups
fly there in sky, hollows and balloons
and go; as a final trial.
I watch them burst as hollows
and honestly like a child I try
to laugh with the whole inncence
left in this earth.....
In groups you conceal
spectrums and deals
drink bottles of tasteless water
sugar free......
And in ink prints I lost my trust
Real ones I find from classics,
stored in libraries of the world
Wisdom I carry in quintals;
not to burst like hollow balloons
that sounds wise than a sting
where I belong
to collect sea shells
and watch one horizon in orange autumn
And you faceless in groups
fly there in sky, hollows and balloons
and go; as a final trial.
I watch them burst as hollows
and honestly like a child I try
to laugh with the whole inncence
left in this earth.....
In groups you conceal
spectrums and deals
drink bottles of tasteless water
sugar free......
And in ink prints I lost my trust
Real ones I find from classics,
stored in libraries of the world
Wisdom I carry in quintals;
not to burst like hollow balloons
that sounds wise than a sting
Thursday, May 13, 2010
May arrives in flowers so dear to this nature
Showers this earth of mine in fragrance of words,
there that mask of untruth wanes,
vanishes far away like a spring cloud.
From the golden sea shores of life
let me count the wisdom of world
sand by sand, grain by grain
and in sea shells, I hear the roars of ocean
again and again
again and again
like the whisper of a true friend
nature shows me the valley of a mountain..
deep down......so low...
from a narrow minded cliff..…
Showers this earth of mine in fragrance of words,
there that mask of untruth wanes,
vanishes far away like a spring cloud.
From the golden sea shores of life
let me count the wisdom of world
sand by sand, grain by grain
and in sea shells, I hear the roars of ocean
again and again
again and again
like the whisper of a true friend
nature shows me the valley of a mountain..
deep down......so low...
from a narrow minded cliff..…
Two years ago there this flute I held
in my hand and music
And if anything changed that is not me
but only seasons and a cluster of faceless clouds;
Natural; nightingale sings from this green forest
of mine very close to where earth belongs
in rain filled soil
not very far from the valley of spring
where flowers wild bloom, wind pure
there this light so luminous reflects
on life and paints there the real hues
bright in orange….
in my hand and music
And if anything changed that is not me
but only seasons and a cluster of faceless clouds;
Natural; nightingale sings from this green forest
of mine very close to where earth belongs
in rain filled soil
not very far from the valley of spring
where flowers wild bloom, wind pure
there this light so luminous reflects
on life and paints there the real hues
bright in orange….
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Refinement;
An element nature holds in mind,
In one cross board chart,
like in one graph, prints measures
in low and high variants..
And decades???
there appear days.....
may be 730 days...
things were different two summers ago
parallel lines not this violent
In truth..
In August, it began.. .gradual…
Earth traces no notable grace those days
in water or in water elements
but only a class-less chase
to trounce orange autumn to fall.
on a sting map...
In digital compact forms.
But the most refined mind
protects in close knit chambers ideals
beyond third eyes.
In flakes and paints, refinement a mask,
a pretence, a costume
a matter dilutes in fresh raindrops.
Beyond spectrums,
Beyond phrases
Beyond pages,
Beyond ink marks,
Beyond hired brains,
Beyond compact forms
Beyond purchasable power;
mind travels unreachable,
breathes on scents of refinement
not on artificial perfume bottles..
and from Toronto, clouds float
travel towards the falls of Niagara;
bewildered.
An element nature holds in mind,
In one cross board chart,
like in one graph, prints measures
in low and high variants..
And decades???
there appear days.....
may be 730 days...
things were different two summers ago
parallel lines not this violent
In truth..
In August, it began.. .gradual…
Earth traces no notable grace those days
in water or in water elements
but only a class-less chase
to trounce orange autumn to fall.
on a sting map...
In digital compact forms.
But the most refined mind
protects in close knit chambers ideals
beyond third eyes.
In flakes and paints, refinement a mask,
a pretence, a costume
a matter dilutes in fresh raindrops.
Beyond spectrums,
Beyond phrases
Beyond pages,
Beyond ink marks,
Beyond hired brains,
Beyond compact forms
Beyond purchasable power;
mind travels unreachable,
breathes on scents of refinement
not on artificial perfume bottles..
and from Toronto, clouds float
travel towards the falls of Niagara;
bewildered.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Explosion
sounded so real,
so natural
for the first time in express way
historic...
And geography of those graphic terms
Let me see from behind
Whose shadow is that?
Not mine indeed…
Is that a green tree
branch stalks this earth
or ink marks?..
or a blue eye
from black clouds near skyroof?
or sophisticated civilization?
drink my existence drop by drop,
Explode naturally..
On foundations,
On basics,
On plinth,
On built up
Measure them
And look at your face
In one mirror
See the reflection
Explode on that with all your blues and hues.
Naturally…..
You find the sum total
Sum total of all errors..
in graphic form...
sounded so real,
so natural
for the first time in express way
historic...
And geography of those graphic terms
Let me see from behind
Whose shadow is that?
Not mine indeed…
Is that a green tree
branch stalks this earth
or ink marks?..
or a blue eye
from black clouds near skyroof?
or sophisticated civilization?
drink my existence drop by drop,
Explode naturally..
On foundations,
On basics,
On plinth,
On built up
Measure them
And look at your face
In one mirror
See the reflection
Explode on that with all your blues and hues.
Naturally…..
You find the sum total
Sum total of all errors..
in graphic form...
Monday, May 10, 2010
Several of nature’s people
with no spines and hollow in spinal cord
that must have seen near setting sun..
and who stooped???
You, broadest of broad heart
continue test trials on this earth,
beyond emotions,
beyond countable tolerance
in ink marks unique....
there this nature in chambers
reacts to trials in words....
but stoop not....
must have cautioned,
to understand… brains needed
not botulinum toxin, not cosmetic corrections;
While doing so nature must have whispered
in ears of the zero zones of future…..
north possibly…
but justifying deceit not nature’s way
Nature’s people..
Nature knows..
Power they hold but not to misuse...
Understand that beyond test trials,
beyond captions..
Nature's people
Earth like in orange bright
with no spines and hollow in spinal cord
that must have seen near setting sun..
and who stooped???
You, broadest of broad heart
continue test trials on this earth,
beyond emotions,
beyond countable tolerance
in ink marks unique....
there this nature in chambers
reacts to trials in words....
but stoop not....
must have cautioned,
to understand… brains needed
not botulinum toxin, not cosmetic corrections;
While doing so nature must have whispered
in ears of the zero zones of future…..
north possibly…
but justifying deceit not nature’s way
Nature’s people..
Nature knows..
Power they hold but not to misuse...
Understand that beyond test trials,
beyond captions..
Nature's people
Earth like in orange bright
Sunday, May 9, 2010
One, two, three, four
more than twelve
Enough…..
can have a few more
to know about purchasable grace
paid up....
in conversion
pay dollars, euros .
pay liberally for cover ups
cosmetic touch up
plastic surgeries..
for the damage against elite disgrace
elite fall….
power serves and favors;
public illiterate, understand not the games
games of the polished elites…
in rostrum, Oscars fail
rehearsals excellent
and in bottom line
Honesty??? Ethics???
let me not learn that from masks…
those words belong to earth
purely earthen……
more than twelve
Enough…..
can have a few more
to know about purchasable grace
paid up....
in conversion
pay dollars, euros .
pay liberally for cover ups
cosmetic touch up
plastic surgeries..
for the damage against elite disgrace
elite fall….
power serves and favors;
public illiterate, understand not the games
games of the polished elites…
in rostrum, Oscars fail
rehearsals excellent
and in bottom line
Honesty??? Ethics???
let me not learn that from masks…
those words belong to earth
purely earthen……
Parliament…
temple of democracy;
let me worship
with incense and camphor
on fragrance
for freedom lost…
for expressions lost
and for the songs lost.
In microchips, in one ocean,
away from the roaring waves
let me store my heartbeats,
thoughts and pages of wisdom
and you find not even
a quarter of a cent or a tiny element
from that in your adventurous
eye captures.....
And
Faceless….
Countless Prophets….
do you need quantum theories
and verification charts
in your research labs
for more scrutiny
to equate life in quotients
as follow ups.
Amended acts inscribe
Intrusion - a crime
for whom????
for the masses???..
emissaries laugh near the high end pillars
where that temple breathes,
temple of democracy..
where secrets mystify…
Is there any one to hold tri colour?
Pillars hold silence
Stone like....
I see no faces but see shadows
behind the carved stone pillars…
temple of democracy;
let me worship
with incense and camphor
on fragrance
for freedom lost…
for expressions lost
and for the songs lost.
In microchips, in one ocean,
away from the roaring waves
let me store my heartbeats,
thoughts and pages of wisdom
and you find not even
a quarter of a cent or a tiny element
from that in your adventurous
eye captures.....
And
Faceless….
Countless Prophets….
do you need quantum theories
and verification charts
in your research labs
for more scrutiny
to equate life in quotients
as follow ups.
Amended acts inscribe
Intrusion - a crime
for whom????
for the masses???..
emissaries laugh near the high end pillars
where that temple breathes,
temple of democracy..
where secrets mystify…
Is there any one to hold tri colour?
Pillars hold silence
Stone like....
I see no faces but see shadows
behind the carved stone pillars…
Thursday, May 6, 2010
It is true
No one gives their hearts
as gifts to solace against sorrows of others
And if some one claims
Never believe
Hearts not selfish
But beholders
Listen, Yes..
And the colorful ones,
Forwards arrive, later
to chain soul to panic waves of pacific
Himalaya you see, sages, seers
Jurassic-classic encyclopedia
a noble, royal planet
In mirrors watch reflections
collect rain drops from clouds
in hands to clear black spots
a year ago…
a year ago
in strings there was music
and the same music follows earth.
A year after
There no change in pacific
other than the roaring blue waves
And in that heart hidden cries
of mistaken identities...
No one gives their hearts
as gifts to solace against sorrows of others
And if some one claims
Never believe
Hearts not selfish
But beholders
Listen, Yes..
And the colorful ones,
Forwards arrive, later
to chain soul to panic waves of pacific
Himalaya you see, sages, seers
Jurassic-classic encyclopedia
a noble, royal planet
In mirrors watch reflections
collect rain drops from clouds
in hands to clear black spots
a year ago…
a year ago
in strings there was music
and the same music follows earth.
A year after
There no change in pacific
other than the roaring blue waves
And in that heart hidden cries
of mistaken identities...
From one page to the next
It is written
Jordan dries.
Jesus baptized there.
And me, near my ocean not surprised
where clouds shower in summer
why not in Jordan
to fill to flow on senses
Life a dream!!! or not??
Seasons inscribe
in earthen dialects
in whispers of wind to storms
wise.. not to dream…
And when everything ends in blank
is there any right or wrong…
Calendars, almanacs show
Seconds, minutes,
Days, Night, Years
Time guides, misguides
Influences in directions four
right or wrong-utter conflict
to fly in autumn leaves
or to flower in spring..
And while moving forward
past hangs like a portrait in front
and present cold like winter snow..
in each footstep...
Jordan dries..
Ocean not surprised….
It is written
Jordan dries.
Jesus baptized there.
And me, near my ocean not surprised
where clouds shower in summer
why not in Jordan
to fill to flow on senses
Life a dream!!! or not??
Seasons inscribe
in earthen dialects
in whispers of wind to storms
wise.. not to dream…
And when everything ends in blank
is there any right or wrong…
Calendars, almanacs show
Seconds, minutes,
Days, Night, Years
Time guides, misguides
Influences in directions four
right or wrong-utter conflict
to fly in autumn leaves
or to flower in spring..
And while moving forward
past hangs like a portrait in front
and present cold like winter snow..
in each footstep...
Jordan dries..
Ocean not surprised….
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Some where in one ocean shore
In one summer,
I lost a word while flowing
down in one stream
From parting clouds
Like lightening I watched
the last alphabet
moving towards horizon
to disappear in one island
Silence..
My fingers whisper now on words
primordial, elemental, contemporary
avant-garde, futuristic
and on eras of four divisions
greed of a decked up compass
pierced the toiled grace of years
to ground zero, to dust
on its sharpened needles..
When sun equated day and night
earth stood apart
from changing seasons..
and fragrance of dawn
earthen
Sirium Myrtifolium
Prayers of Tagore
In one summer,
I lost a word while flowing
down in one stream
From parting clouds
Like lightening I watched
the last alphabet
moving towards horizon
to disappear in one island
Silence..
My fingers whisper now on words
primordial, elemental, contemporary
avant-garde, futuristic
and on eras of four divisions
greed of a decked up compass
pierced the toiled grace of years
to ground zero, to dust
on its sharpened needles..
When sun equated day and night
earth stood apart
from changing seasons..
and fragrance of dawn
earthen
Sirium Myrtifolium
Prayers of Tagore
Monday, May 3, 2010
Gratitude! a word I cherish,
my question marks to destiny
an outgrown phrase book
Even when my soul cries
I carry this word gratitude
on my shoulders not as a burden
but as one priceless treasure
I owe that to many…
and those negative desert storms
And time, I owe the most
Apolitical I must say
Indu-moon the first clue
Mirrored on double edge
That showed me the first satellite
of planet earth
It mattered, I know
but where this clueless one
Crisscrossed …
From a world beyond planets
beyond cosmic oceans
and in countless pages
I rewrite past
each day brings a fraction,
a reminder for me to find
Signets of present
my question marks to destiny
an outgrown phrase book
Even when my soul cries
I carry this word gratitude
on my shoulders not as a burden
but as one priceless treasure
I owe that to many…
and those negative desert storms
And time, I owe the most
Apolitical I must say
Indu-moon the first clue
Mirrored on double edge
That showed me the first satellite
of planet earth
It mattered, I know
but where this clueless one
Crisscrossed …
From a world beyond planets
beyond cosmic oceans
and in countless pages
I rewrite past
each day brings a fraction,
a reminder for me to find
Signets of present
My conscience clear
my errors
I know…
but I hired no shadows
as support unit..
my friends got faces
and faceless???
how I know them.
For sure, I find no logic
that is where you differ.....
my conscience clear
All these days
I listened voice of the voiceless
Ink marks, advices
May be, my green tree
spreads its roots on earth
and trees grow towards sky
that is not an error
natural...
Down the hill what rivers search for
to talk about grass and blades
In collective senses
I know who hides behind fur
In wind, clouds showed me
those faces and you
one among..
I waste my time in research labs
to underline facts,
Yes..
against all synopsis
I find one crystal
my clear conscience
do you have one???
my errors
I know…
but I hired no shadows
as support unit..
my friends got faces
and faceless???
how I know them.
For sure, I find no logic
that is where you differ.....
my conscience clear
All these days
I listened voice of the voiceless
Ink marks, advices
May be, my green tree
spreads its roots on earth
and trees grow towards sky
that is not an error
natural...
Down the hill what rivers search for
to talk about grass and blades
In collective senses
I know who hides behind fur
In wind, clouds showed me
those faces and you
one among..
I waste my time in research labs
to underline facts,
Yes..
against all synopsis
I find one crystal
my clear conscience
do you have one???
What in this earth
I am searching for?
me or my shadow beneath
that mango tree in my village home.
or those labored hard end words
from the wombs of dictionaries
tasteless but I understand
Not like the orange blend
in autumn fragrance
Not earthen…
See the difference
It sounds heavy
on brass copper fillers
burdened, but I carry them
like feather baskets
In rains earth breathes
fresh fragrance of soil..
Ocean, take in waves the salt
their black crows, arrows
and give me horizon
to paint my words
in ornamental jewel boxes..
ethnic ones.. earthen
I am searching for?
me or my shadow beneath
that mango tree in my village home.
or those labored hard end words
from the wombs of dictionaries
tasteless but I understand
Not like the orange blend
in autumn fragrance
Not earthen…
See the difference
It sounds heavy
on brass copper fillers
burdened, but I carry them
like feather baskets
In rains earth breathes
fresh fragrance of soil..
Ocean, take in waves the salt
their black crows, arrows
and give me horizon
to paint my words
in ornamental jewel boxes..
ethnic ones.. earthen
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Sovereign, Secular
We stand, Indian Democracy
freedom???
to love, to hate to haunt to sting
and to be indifferent
to write to criticize and to hit hard
And at times, heads roll
Unexpected, unprecedented
Brainstormed..
Young join terror camps
Maoist trigger blasts
line of poverty grows
water scarce..air in meditation
And rivers…
Cauvery, Narmada, Sindhu
Governments fight for???
Water, 3G Spectrum
Colourful
Silence lost a word with voice
Valley of silicon
Speak differently
Garden’s language, pure
Secular…
Sovereign..beyond divisions
beyond constitutional errors
beyond covered feathercoats
natural…earthen..like ocean..
like rain...
We stand, Indian Democracy
freedom???
to love, to hate to haunt to sting
and to be indifferent
to write to criticize and to hit hard
And at times, heads roll
Unexpected, unprecedented
Brainstormed..
Young join terror camps
Maoist trigger blasts
line of poverty grows
water scarce..air in meditation
And rivers…
Cauvery, Narmada, Sindhu
Governments fight for???
Water, 3G Spectrum
Colourful
Silence lost a word with voice
Valley of silicon
Speak differently
Garden’s language, pure
Secular…
Sovereign..beyond divisions
beyond constitutional errors
beyond covered feathercoats
natural…earthen..like ocean..
like rain...
Jesus…
that wooden cross
nails, pain and tears
time and again
carry in your heart as burden
for those ones- your creations.
Near the lighthouse
Prayers, in one song-my cross
I carry in my hands
See nails, sharp edges
narratives..
hurt lockers, broken images
stage plays…
and in margin pages
minds undo all in one cross
where hearts frozen
time dead..
and in last word
Images broken on one ridge
like tiny glass cuts of a mirror..
In extreme frontiers...
Jesus.. you suffer
for your own creative errors….
and on the day of resurrection
forgive those ones
your creations.. errors....
speech, silence...
that wooden cross
nails, pain and tears
time and again
carry in your heart as burden
for those ones- your creations.
Near the lighthouse
Prayers, in one song-my cross
I carry in my hands
See nails, sharp edges
narratives..
hurt lockers, broken images
stage plays…
and in margin pages
minds undo all in one cross
where hearts frozen
time dead..
and in last word
Images broken on one ridge
like tiny glass cuts of a mirror..
In extreme frontiers...
Jesus.. you suffer
for your own creative errors….
and on the day of resurrection
forgive those ones
your creations.. errors....
speech, silence...
Friday, April 30, 2010
I should have been scholarly
to break each atom of my brain
to know about paranormals
the most uncomfortable antonyms
third Eye.
illiterate me..
I knew only one...
Shiva…
The one with third eye on his forehead
direct one… fire brand..
Antonyms not known
An eye to slice life ordinary,
Wild.. and for what????
Yes! It is beyond the reach of encyclopedias
and reference registers.
My brain nerves tanned on sunrays
my oceans overhauled
and my songs lost many a spring
Rain of May......
struggles on crossroads of mystic summer riddles
Beyond paranormals
Antonyms
Universal Eye of destiny..
Illiterate me...
Let me learn my first alphabet...
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Roof of the World
listen...
Thimphu
round the summit
talk about bilateral borders
Siachen, Kashmir
1962 Invasions, Kargil
Dhaka, cross border conflicts..
Beautiful Tibet!!!.
safeguard the eighth peril
Afghanistan
Rest share unfriendly chains
All around their respective lines
Out of Control…
From Yarlung river valley
to invasions
you stand there
as roof of the world
breath on Mount Kailash,
flow on Bramhaputra
Listen…
edit peace pacts
on your beautiful landscape
Saarc; wake up, inhale fresh air..
In Manasarovar..
In Mount Everest…
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
You are cowherd…..!!
not a king…. Yadhav,
consortium of Kings declared…
It is not new …
World was like that
For ages....
Well within the boundary
Walls existed
Divisions, brands, clones
Lacoste, classic forms
ultimate labels
Paris to Jaipur..
Himalayas to Atlantic
from continents to sub continents.
Oceans, Hills, Sky, Horizons
fundamentals;
formidable ones beyond brands
Rest.. captioned on ink plates
golden placards….!!
Palaces to huts
salt – same… melts to taste
Dandi.. brand of Salt...
Designer of destiny
chosen brand from childhood
I belong to you..
Krishna -Yadhav- Cowherd..
Classic Brand…
not a king…. Yadhav,
consortium of Kings declared…
It is not new …
World was like that
For ages....
Well within the boundary
Walls existed
Divisions, brands, clones
Lacoste, classic forms
ultimate labels
Paris to Jaipur..
Himalayas to Atlantic
from continents to sub continents.
Oceans, Hills, Sky, Horizons
fundamentals;
formidable ones beyond brands
Rest.. captioned on ink plates
golden placards….!!
Palaces to huts
salt – same… melts to taste
Dandi.. brand of Salt...
Designer of destiny
chosen brand from childhood
I belong to you..
Krishna -Yadhav- Cowherd..
Classic Brand…
Nothing to motivate them
in Indian Ocean, in confluence..
white sand, sea shells
sun rise, sun set
diamond nose ring..
but still they hide behind;
unwilling to back out
from one orange field
and flowers of Autumn;
In Copenhagen pullovers
they hide near spring,
collect droplets in stern faces
to write anatomy of dissection
Nothing for them in music scales
but standstill from behind
they place their tea mugs
in window sills and listen
through transparent satin curtains
to write about jazzy rocks
and fragrance of coffee
Nothing to charm them in Himalayas
as if it is mission 2010
Let me write about JAXA's Ikaros
Space Yacht,
or about ISRO's next Chandrayan...
in Indian Ocean, in confluence..
white sand, sea shells
sun rise, sun set
diamond nose ring..
but still they hide behind;
unwilling to back out
from one orange field
and flowers of Autumn;
In Copenhagen pullovers
they hide near spring,
collect droplets in stern faces
to write anatomy of dissection
Nothing for them in music scales
but standstill from behind
they place their tea mugs
in window sills and listen
through transparent satin curtains
to write about jazzy rocks
and fragrance of coffee
Nothing to charm them in Himalayas
as if it is mission 2010
Let me write about JAXA's Ikaros
Space Yacht,
or about ISRO's next Chandrayan...
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Survived?
Exhausted???
Endangered phoenix
Jesus, Budha,
From fire to wooden crosses
Is there a way…
Certainly… you write
Daily… one column…
for poems
to conflict of leagues..
as token of cut motions
sprinkled on pepper and salt…
delicious... on peanut butter of love
for brains…not for hearts
those plastic ones
nonbiodegradable
In garden of organic manure
latin a blend of chemicals
From summer hills
have you not seen today’s rain?
Rain of cloud-cuts..…
On my roof garden...
Exhausted???
Endangered phoenix
Jesus, Budha,
From fire to wooden crosses
Is there a way…
Certainly… you write
Daily… one column…
for poems
to conflict of leagues..
as token of cut motions
sprinkled on pepper and salt…
delicious... on peanut butter of love
for brains…not for hearts
those plastic ones
nonbiodegradable
In garden of organic manure
latin a blend of chemicals
From summer hills
have you not seen today’s rain?
Rain of cloud-cuts..…
On my roof garden...
Monday, April 26, 2010
How can it be?
that is in last winter
I asked this question
several times
to one alien world of strangers
A season answered
shedding flowers and dry leaves
And in autumn nights
Earth turned orange in my eyes
A world arrived near flag post table
selling Hague like mementoes
Mystic poets-sages
on their battle to bring back
legends wrote in history books
Smokeless fire…
Season of flowers…
that is in last winter
I asked this question
several times
to one alien world of strangers
A season answered
shedding flowers and dry leaves
And in autumn nights
Earth turned orange in my eyes
A world arrived near flag post table
selling Hague like mementoes
Mystic poets-sages
on their battle to bring back
legends wrote in history books
Smokeless fire…
Season of flowers…
Sunday, April 25, 2010
From the rearview images
of ink prints spread across
I find this lightening and tremors
In between there this fire
to ignite my tiny brass lamps;
sparkling fresh light
from breaking clouds...
from streams of mountains
towards ocean
I walked barefoot
Earth fragranced
all around on spring
those ink sheets radiate reflections
of seasons….
and in that rain of spring
I stand astonished….
Beyond words…
of ink prints spread across
I find this lightening and tremors
In between there this fire
to ignite my tiny brass lamps;
sparkling fresh light
from breaking clouds...
from streams of mountains
towards ocean
I walked barefoot
Earth fragranced
all around on spring
those ink sheets radiate reflections
of seasons….
and in that rain of spring
I stand astonished….
Beyond words…
A kite…
not for me ....
to fly above Afghan perils....
In bright fortunes of August
We made kites on feather light papers
And they scaled the seasoned sky
Green, orange, white
We ran behind......
Not for to settle scores on a board,
Certainly not to rejoice a fall;
but to celebrate Onam.
And my orange kites not reached
too high for any one look upon
but balanced, scaled near horizon
near the settling sun….
not for me ....
to fly above Afghan perils....
In bright fortunes of August
We made kites on feather light papers
And they scaled the seasoned sky
Green, orange, white
We ran behind......
Not for to settle scores on a board,
Certainly not to rejoice a fall;
but to celebrate Onam.
And my orange kites not reached
too high for any one look upon
but balanced, scaled near horizon
near the settling sun….
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Where did that come?
That ink mark of ‘caution’
From conscience...?
Or from the dagger that ruptured
one precious diamond to ruins
It is not easy to caution disasters
on ink marks…….
Whirls, floods, rains, cloud ash
Volcanoes, hurricanes
Listen the heart beats
of Pearl Harbor, Hiroshima,
World Wars...
Haiti, Iceland, Tibet, Indonesia
Twin Towers…
Richter Scales.
Ocean of pacific....
Confluence of rivers…
Continents, Subcontinents…
It happens…
Like life and death..
like day and night..
Like eclipses, big bang,
Encircled on destiny's chart.
Listen to conscience …
and in blue…paint not oceans and skies
divine..natural that hue..
hue of one great incarnation.
An incarnation...one era…. flute….
That ink mark of ‘caution’
From conscience...?
Or from the dagger that ruptured
one precious diamond to ruins
It is not easy to caution disasters
on ink marks…….
Whirls, floods, rains, cloud ash
Volcanoes, hurricanes
Listen the heart beats
of Pearl Harbor, Hiroshima,
World Wars...
Haiti, Iceland, Tibet, Indonesia
Twin Towers…
Richter Scales.
Ocean of pacific....
Confluence of rivers…
Continents, Subcontinents…
It happens…
Like life and death..
like day and night..
Like eclipses, big bang,
Encircled on destiny's chart.
Listen to conscience …
and in blue…paint not oceans and skies
divine..natural that hue..
hue of one great incarnation.
An incarnation...one era…. flute….
Friday, April 23, 2010
My tears have frozen as pearls in one seashell
In one cape one shining diamond nose ring
Like in one magnet pulled the truth
those pearls meditate in one fearless rock cave.
Chariot holders…..
Provoke not my silent words in loud thuds.
Peerless.......
let them meditate in sea shell
away from the agony of ink marks,
away from the planetary tint eyes
and waves across the oceans…
Peerless certainly my words
with no cheerleaders....
but how did you know????
You followed…...
in scales uneven….
in masks…..
Only the soul knows how to sing…..
In one cape one shining diamond nose ring
Like in one magnet pulled the truth
those pearls meditate in one fearless rock cave.
Chariot holders…..
Provoke not my silent words in loud thuds.
Peerless.......
let them meditate in sea shell
away from the agony of ink marks,
away from the planetary tint eyes
and waves across the oceans…
Peerless certainly my words
with no cheerleaders....
but how did you know????
You followed…...
in scales uneven….
in masks…..
Only the soul knows how to sing…..
I have gone behind truth
Trained before specialists
Like an attempt for Olympics
Juan died
Former President
Memory of humans short
For him.....
A tiny column...
Away from break storms
a few focus their hearts
towards Athens,
Olive branches,
Peace mementoes…
Apart from the fire in that torch
New champions emerge….
And truth!!!!!
To be precise
A precious box of golden alphabets
See it from far like stars and moonlight
Never go behind.. sting not
It is true….
It burdens my soul…
you listen…
I think…
I should have gone to one
Therapeutic sanctuary
for meditation instead.....
Trained before specialists
Like an attempt for Olympics
Juan died
Former President
Memory of humans short
For him.....
A tiny column...
Away from break storms
a few focus their hearts
towards Athens,
Olive branches,
Peace mementoes…
Apart from the fire in that torch
New champions emerge….
And truth!!!!!
To be precise
A precious box of golden alphabets
See it from far like stars and moonlight
Never go behind.. sting not
It is true….
It burdens my soul…
you listen…
I think…
I should have gone to one
Therapeutic sanctuary
for meditation instead.....
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
In words
It is not easy to explain
near the intensive care unit
life and death fight there
along side artificial support systems
and I can tell you..
no one prays there for disasters
In cold corridors
only silence speaks
And that is where life teaches
Lessons in multitudes
But when the outer world roars
chains you from behind
fire and smoke unite
to cause explosions
And near ICU
all colors vanish.....
I know, I stood there....
Not once, but twice…....
I know.... it is not easy.....
It is painful....
It is not easy to explain
near the intensive care unit
life and death fight there
along side artificial support systems
and I can tell you..
no one prays there for disasters
In cold corridors
only silence speaks
And that is where life teaches
Lessons in multitudes
But when the outer world roars
chains you from behind
fire and smoke unite
to cause explosions
And near ICU
all colors vanish.....
I know, I stood there....
Not once, but twice…....
I know.... it is not easy.....
It is painful....
Monday, April 19, 2010
I thought I roll up
the whole world in one song,
the one resonates on meridians...
but it is broken
in Dantewada, Tibet, Iraq, Israel, Palestine
and my song...
I sliced it in uneven modules
packed it and stored in my heart
And he sits and listens
The one holds a flute
Sings along……..
"This moment of sorrow will go away…"
the whole world in one song,
the one resonates on meridians...
but it is broken
in Dantewada, Tibet, Iraq, Israel, Palestine
and my song...
I sliced it in uneven modules
packed it and stored in my heart
And he sits and listens
The one holds a flute
Sings along……..
"This moment of sorrow will go away…"
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Have you seen hell?
Yes.........
I have seen it much before
with my eyes wide open
A place ....
There the hammers hit you
straight on your forehead
until you bleed
and on the wounds
they splash pirnt ink
blend of chemicals.....
You get chiseled
and they transport you to a port
you love not to dream.....
its wildness
the chase, haunt, humiliation...
torment of its kind...
I have seen it,
day and night.....
and from the wounds
I drained my blood,emotions, pride,
I have faced it, challenged
alone - Solo
with one single flute...
take in hand that flute
and see the difference
that heals all wounds.
of hells and hammers.....
Yes.........
I have seen it much before
with my eyes wide open
A place ....
There the hammers hit you
straight on your forehead
until you bleed
and on the wounds
they splash pirnt ink
blend of chemicals.....
You get chiseled
and they transport you to a port
you love not to dream.....
its wildness
the chase, haunt, humiliation...
torment of its kind...
I have seen it,
day and night.....
and from the wounds
I drained my blood,emotions, pride,
I have faced it, challenged
alone - Solo
with one single flute...
take in hand that flute
and see the difference
that heals all wounds.
of hells and hammers.....
There this sea in front
quiet, voiceless…
and in seashells a song dies
In synopsis of stolen
text books
Life charts its endless thesis
In certain beginning
And in uncertain ends
Until the last breath
In forgotten pages,
In record registers of past
Life standstill
Silence, the science of known.…
Speech its mystic forbearer…
quiet, voiceless…
and in seashells a song dies
In synopsis of stolen
text books
Life charts its endless thesis
In certain beginning
And in uncertain ends
Until the last breath
In forgotten pages,
In record registers of past
Life standstill
Silence, the science of known.…
Speech its mystic forbearer…
Saturday, April 17, 2010
In chosen numbers
Is there a grain ?
Devastated……
Not even one grain I lift
Weightless..
Helpless ….
I stand frozen beyond numbers….
My soul lost its spark long ago
on negative images
in prints..black and white
And this thick darkness engulfs
but a force drives me …
Unknown even to me
a flute.....
nectar drops…
and
Eugenia Racemosa
Is there a grain ?
Devastated……
Not even one grain I lift
Weightless..
Helpless ….
I stand frozen beyond numbers….
My soul lost its spark long ago
on negative images
in prints..black and white
And this thick darkness engulfs
but a force drives me …
Unknown even to me
a flute.....
nectar drops…
and
Eugenia Racemosa
Friday, April 16, 2010
If I form a coffin for words
there my silence perish
in golden layers...
there I die eventually...
breathless...
and my unfinished past
find no asylum...no shelter...
no salvation.....
If I build a coffin for words...
there in that sea of tempest
I stand on a rock
and that rock meditates
in silence....
like a sage......
there my silence perish
in golden layers...
there I die eventually...
breathless...
and my unfinished past
find no asylum...no shelter...
no salvation.....
If I build a coffin for words...
there in that sea of tempest
I stand on a rock
and that rock meditates
in silence....
like a sage......
Thursday, April 15, 2010
I will soon turn as Arctic
or Antarctic...
one continent of Ice Blocks
and my future I bury there...
Find me a way to go
from this glass box of destiny..
See that GSLV of indigenous
cryogenic engine failed
in Bay of Bengal,
Archaeologist
of the next century
find my buried ruins
from layers of Ice Blocks
And you wait there
if you can carry forward
the burden of this century
to the next...
or Antarctic...
one continent of Ice Blocks
and my future I bury there...
Find me a way to go
from this glass box of destiny..
See that GSLV of indigenous
cryogenic engine failed
in Bay of Bengal,
Archaeologist
of the next century
find my buried ruins
from layers of Ice Blocks
And you wait there
if you can carry forward
the burden of this century
to the next...
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Is it that this earth
a moving river
to flow like Krithamala
from a hill like a long line
enveloping forests
Where this Sahara
a desert which holds
the breath of yellow sand
and where this green earth
a divide on parallels
and that train crushed all leaves
flowers, dreams and derailed
over a bridge…
Ashtamuti
a moving river
to flow like Krithamala
from a hill like a long line
enveloping forests
Where this Sahara
a desert which holds
the breath of yellow sand
and where this green earth
a divide on parallels
and that train crushed all leaves
flowers, dreams and derailed
over a bridge…
Ashtamuti
Monday, April 12, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
a ladder on broken ridges
I see no escalators to lift me
but I can climb
with less technical faults
in slow footsteps,
and go up to moon..
238,857 miles;
not a distance in supersonic era..
Inspiration -Apollo 11
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