IMAGES
I
had this fear of seasons
until
i learned that it is not
seasons
but we change
on
crosses and lines
I
had this fear of dark spots
of
brain cells which create
shadows
until i learned
that
it is not brain cells
but
we change on ink marks
of manipulations
PAPER RIVER
Let me see how long they write
in threatening ink diluted of water
thin like a paper river,
no longer there is fear
in my mind or in my ever pure soul
let me see how long they immerse
their emptiness in paper rivers
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Is it me I see in that Mirror?
Or a reflection?
That one
from the assorted table
Lies in thousand miles away
In millions, from time to time
On changed identities
It reappears- Reflections
Mirror images
Destined…
And you find not me or one stone.
In covered stone pockets
of earthen layers
I planted Ocimum Sanctum
Or a reflection?
That one
from the assorted table
Lies in thousand miles away
In millions, from time to time
On changed identities
It reappears- Reflections
Mirror images
Destined…
And you find not me or one stone.
In covered stone pockets
of earthen layers
I planted Ocimum Sanctum
Friday, April 9, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Those stinging arrows were lethal
more severe those blows
from the self possessed coffins
nailed on beliefs of eras not known.
Both danced on my mortal remains
to remind me in my mornings
that change is not a word they love
Present, a gift of the Past.....
wrapped on blocks of ruins
Repugnance, Curses, blows
Justice a blind scale..
hangs above like a sword....
more severe those blows
from the self possessed coffins
nailed on beliefs of eras not known.
Both danced on my mortal remains
to remind me in my mornings
that change is not a word they love
Present, a gift of the Past.....
wrapped on blocks of ruins
Repugnance, Curses, blows
Justice a blind scale..
hangs above like a sword....
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
X FACTOR
Alchemy of X
twenty fourth letter- Alphabet - X
Number 10 in Roman scales
Number of Diego Armando Maradona
and his hand gloved goal
Nadia's perfect Gymnastic 10
X Ray -Electro magnetic radiation
Of short wavelength
Can pass through opaque hearts
How many X tensions in your synthetic heart
How many Xs
Alchemy of X - Xylophone
Alchemy of X
twenty fourth letter- Alphabet - X
Number 10 in Roman scales
Number of Diego Armando Maradona
and his hand gloved goal
Nadia's perfect Gymnastic 10
X Ray -Electro magnetic radiation
Of short wavelength
Can pass through opaque hearts
How many X tensions in your synthetic heart
How many Xs
Alchemy of X - Xylophone
Monday, April 5, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Was he an extremist?
Bhagat Singh…
When I hold tricolor
I feel free…
But not free from the thoughts
of that golden word - Freedom
to trust that I am free
from one past- struggle
of years roll over history books
framed on labels, editorials
Was he an extremist?
Bhagat Singh
may be….
Gandhi was not.....
both were killed
one by enemies
and the other by friends…
Bhagat Singh…
When I hold tricolor
I feel free…
But not free from the thoughts
of that golden word - Freedom
to trust that I am free
from one past- struggle
of years roll over history books
framed on labels, editorials
Was he an extremist?
Bhagat Singh
may be….
Gandhi was not.....
both were killed
one by enemies
and the other by friends…
Monday, March 22, 2010
CLASSIFICATIONS
My blood- not elite
not middle, nor it is lower
Red, the colour of it I see, feel
When in wounds and in heart
that pumps through ventricles
upto the brain...
a mix of chemicals, fluids
I step out and watch this earth
How green all around
Its axis firm; got a class
Monuments are built on brains
Classes too…
Beliefs too
But an ocean can not be build
On brains,
Brains behind brains
Beyond class
Beyond oceans
Beyond all elements
Who made that class?
My blood- not elite
not middle, nor it is lower
Red, the colour of it I see, feel
When in wounds and in heart
that pumps through ventricles
upto the brain...
a mix of chemicals, fluids
I step out and watch this earth
How green all around
Its axis firm; got a class
Monuments are built on brains
Classes too…
Beliefs too
But an ocean can not be build
On brains,
Brains behind brains
Beyond class
Beyond oceans
Beyond all elements
Who made that class?
Not me…
Saturday, March 20, 2010
PARADISE
From the mountain caves of one
disconnected world
they march forward, in groups
as framed up companions
to safeguard honour
of the not so honourable
fanatics...
from the valley of river sindhu
they creep in with sting arrows,
in pitch dark masks
aim explosives at well lit dawns...
bring death bells, coffins
and white lillies...
Kashmir a tear drop...
From the mountain caves of one
disconnected world
they march forward, in groups
as framed up companions
to safeguard honour
of the not so honourable
fanatics...
from the valley of river sindhu
they creep in with sting arrows,
in pitch dark masks
aim explosives at well lit dawns...
bring death bells, coffins
and white lillies...
Kashmir a tear drop...
Paradise?? (Lost) on Earth....
Thursday, March 18, 2010
EIC
EIC,
You are not the custodian
of my life or my Computer
That is my world
I shape, create and dye (or die)
do not please interfere
Epics you play, if you wish
again and again
history shows you hold
that class-lables
I don't have labels
Casablanca, Mont blank
Or Haldi, that was first
a loss or profit
weigh it on
You read it, sounds strange
Labels I create not for show
but for me, simple ones
with no heavy accents
Like the strings of my Veena
It breaks and new ones
I get from `Sounds’
melodious,
In stain less steel, to amplify
You acting EIC
Weigh not humans
on uneven mountains,
black mail not them
sting not them
through stains of haldi
Instead edit your life
edit first your black spots....
Not so wise - Editor in Chief
EIC,
You are not the custodian
of my life or my Computer
That is my world
I shape, create and dye (or die)
do not please interfere
Epics you play, if you wish
again and again
history shows you hold
that class-lables
I don't have labels
Casablanca, Mont blank
Or Haldi, that was first
a loss or profit
weigh it on
You read it, sounds strange
Labels I create not for show
but for me, simple ones
with no heavy accents
Like the strings of my Veena
It breaks and new ones
I get from `Sounds’
melodious,
In stain less steel, to amplify
You acting EIC
Weigh not humans
on uneven mountains,
black mail not them
sting not them
through stains of haldi
Instead edit your life
edit first your black spots....
Not so wise - Editor in Chief
(A Fountain Pen)
HOLY CROSS
Jesus, you showed him
how to be in Cross
he learned not you;
still holds
that pacific full of blue
in his unholy hands.
Jesus, you taught him
not to steal
but he listened not you
he casts shadows
all around this earth of mine;
his confessions,
a mask, a refined act,
a drape on his unfinished sins
He robs, he steals and he sells
the stolen souls....
Claims he you
Jesus, crucify him not
Let him grow, grow
but not on your holy cross
he deserves not that
he is not human
he is Blue
Pacific Blue
Jesus, you showed him
how to be in Cross
he learned not you;
still holds
that pacific full of blue
in his unholy hands.
Jesus, you taught him
not to steal
but he listened not you
he casts shadows
all around this earth of mine;
his confessions,
a mask, a refined act,
a drape on his unfinished sins
He robs, he steals and he sells
the stolen souls....
Claims he you
Jesus, crucify him not
Let him grow, grow
but not on your holy cross
he deserves not that
he is not human
he is Blue
Pacific Blue
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
REPUDIATION
My PC
bought out of hard earned,
not brought home
on the stolen visions of Oceania
It is dissimilar...
faith that of Indus,
boundless beyond the skies and seas
where sages born,
a confluence of cultures,
and in that confluence
you find no time
to sting or aim your arrows;
Silly faith, bring not your basket
of weeds and flails
come not near Himalayas
claim not Canberra- the highest peak
write not in hStory books
Perth the capital of Mount Everest....
My PC
bought out of hard earned,
not brought home
on the stolen visions of Oceania
It is dissimilar...
faith that of Indus,
boundless beyond the skies and seas
where sages born,
a confluence of cultures,
and in that confluence
you find no time
to sting or aim your arrows;
Silly faith, bring not your basket
of weeds and flails
come not near Himalayas
claim not Canberra- the highest peak
write not in hStory books
Perth the capital of Mount Everest....
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
TRIBUTE
Dare you place your hands on her robes again?
Dushassan, dare you? place your unclean hands
Dare you laugh at the misery of a princess;
Karna, dare you order to disgrace the grace
dare you Duryodhan to dishonor
the honour of a kingdom.
Dare you knowledgeable
dare you sit silent again;
bow your heads in shame
and sit there in the assembly;
honour that crown king Duryodhan
Shame on you…..
Dare you place your hands on her robes again?
Dushassan, dare you? place your unclean hands
Dare you laugh at the misery of a princess;
Karna, dare you order to disgrace the grace
dare you Duryodhan to dishonor
the honour of a kingdom.
Dare you knowledgeable
dare you sit silent again;
bow your heads in shame
and sit there in the assembly;
honour that crown king Duryodhan
Shame on you…..
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
SHADOWS
They try to frame me in one shadow,
shadow of a giant rain tree
tell me, which shadow I embrace
when I can go to light..straight,
a lane across my house
he waits.....
Chandramoulishwar....
in one sanctum of fifteen gods
or to the one who dances
on Kaliyas....
from feign shadows I walked past
to step in to one world
and that world is mine
only mine....
you fake shadows
go away....
They try to frame me in one shadow,
shadow of a giant rain tree
tell me, which shadow I embrace
when I can go to light..straight,
a lane across my house
he waits.....
Chandramoulishwar....
in one sanctum of fifteen gods
or to the one who dances
on Kaliyas....
from feign shadows I walked past
to step in to one world
and that world is mine
only mine....
you fake shadows
go away....
Monday, March 8, 2010
SUPERFICIAL
They will come again from a land of sunset
showing glorious mountains and flowering valleys
Behind the masks in mist of winter
They come and go
Stealing moon beam from sky
and gems from ocean
In voyages they frame portraits
In gold, shape mystic gods of Greece
From Latin they translate words
With hidden meanings
And in pages of gifted DNAs
they paint colors of changing seasons
They come go
Unplugged on any object
Like waves in ocean……
They will come again from a land of sunset
showing glorious mountains and flowering valleys
Behind the masks in mist of winter
They come and go
Stealing moon beam from sky
and gems from ocean
In voyages they frame portraits
In gold, shape mystic gods of Greece
From Latin they translate words
With hidden meanings
And in pages of gifted DNAs
they paint colors of changing seasons
They come go
Unplugged on any object
Like waves in ocean……
Sunday, March 7, 2010
From chimes of wind to one forlorn promontory
my thoughts traveled across a roaring ocean
My songs were in sea shells,
In one rock cave, where a saint meditated
Long long ago to find God
He found one and gave me one
A replica, a fearless one in hues of autumn
In one forlorn promontory, in one confluence
I heard speeches from Chicago like an echo
my thoughts traveled across a roaring ocean
My songs were in sea shells,
In one rock cave, where a saint meditated
Long long ago to find God
He found one and gave me one
A replica, a fearless one in hues of autumn
In one forlorn promontory, in one confluence
I heard speeches from Chicago like an echo
You are Karna
Of a blind kingdom- Hastinpur
The King, blind
His sons, blinded narcissists
Worshiped their lone images
in uncertain lakes,
Loved not any one
Loved only their images
You are Jayadrada
Who trapped fearless Abhimanyu
In chakravyuh,
You are Karna of Hastinpur,
a manipulator
from a mountain of mist
Of a blind kingdom- Hastinpur
The King, blind
His sons, blinded narcissists
Worshiped their lone images
in uncertain lakes,
Loved not any one
Loved only their images
You are Jayadrada
Who trapped fearless Abhimanyu
In chakravyuh,
You are Karna of Hastinpur,
a manipulator
from a mountain of mist
I agree, I wash my laundry with my hands
in my private washing base
It is fashion, I know to do it first in public
It is fashion of a kind like in page number fifty seven
or from ladies coupe to veins on their thighs
There was a tear
a tear of honesty in fifty seven
but a stench, a rotten frame in ladies coupe
May be when that imported immortals supplement
Machine full of lather, it is easy to wash
Linens in public, a kind of fashion
In exclusive page numbers
in my private washing base
It is fashion, I know to do it first in public
It is fashion of a kind like in page number fifty seven
or from ladies coupe to veins on their thighs
There was a tear
a tear of honesty in fifty seven
but a stench, a rotten frame in ladies coupe
May be when that imported immortals supplement
Machine full of lather, it is easy to wash
Linens in public, a kind of fashion
In exclusive page numbers
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
TERMINAL
I thought this world rolled in prints,
prints of multi million colours
It appeared so from the visionless dusty mirror images
In three sixty five days
I fought in search of a wheel
Eroded on sharp edges, its shine disappeared
In that final destination
A year rolled over a terminal of life and dreams
In one empty corridor death waited
in silent footsteps...
I thought this world rolled in prints,
prints of multi million colours
It appeared so from the visionless dusty mirror images
In three sixty five days
I fought in search of a wheel
Eroded on sharp edges, its shine disappeared
In that final destination
A year rolled over a terminal of life and dreams
In one empty corridor death waited
in silent footsteps...
Thursday, February 11, 2010
PHOENIX
I thought I turned into an empty page
Day hit me hard on my forehead
Dark nights conspired from behind
Both struggled in open for my silence
Wounds of past and present
clogged in my blood stream.
My brain, a storage unit
of all memories; good and bad
emerged from ashes like a phoenix
The pessimist in me died...
I thought I turned into an empty page
Day hit me hard on my forehead
Dark nights conspired from behind
Both struggled in open for my silence
Wounds of past and present
clogged in my blood stream.
My brain, a storage unit
of all memories; good and bad
emerged from ashes like a phoenix
The pessimist in me died...
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
ISU
I was in ISU,
for a while, on dissection
my B+ive blood, a survivor
of many encounters,
in gardens we survive
not exactly on sixty feet claims
I missed not that dead time of my
V guard clock,
Gifted long ago by a friend
It’s cells leaked, out of form, out of time
A tar like substance in black
My coffee mugs were empty
and on the last day of December
I missed not any one
Except my mother
She too was in ISU
Oh! No, in ICU….
ISU - Intensive Sick Unit
I was in ISU,
for a while, on dissection
my B+ive blood, a survivor
of many encounters,
in gardens we survive
not exactly on sixty feet claims
I missed not that dead time of my
V guard clock,
Gifted long ago by a friend
It’s cells leaked, out of form, out of time
A tar like substance in black
My coffee mugs were empty
and on the last day of December
I missed not any one
Except my mother
She too was in ISU
Oh! No, in ICU….
ISU - Intensive Sick Unit
PUNCTUATION
I have learned at last
not to roll on emotions
of an out dated destiny,
that time now turns
around me and near
my computer monitor
as an external satellite
I have learned at last to punctuate
equally on equations
for which I cried in past,
long time ago.
Through cities and bookshops
continents conspire,
in streets, I find masterpieces,
prints for Indian sub continent
my last drop of faith in humanity
drained through a time zone..
I have learned at last
not to roll on emotions
of an out dated destiny,
that time now turns
around me and near
my computer monitor
as an external satellite
I have learned at last to punctuate
equally on equations
for which I cried in past,
long time ago.
Through cities and bookshops
continents conspire,
in streets, I find masterpieces,
prints for Indian sub continent
my last drop of faith in humanity
drained through a time zone..
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
LET THEM NOT INTERFERE
I can not rhyme like them
Nor I can haunt like them
I will not print my books
in volumes nor do I ask
any one to store it in
their dusty shelves
Their stage and that dais of fame
raise no heartbeats in me
those rhymes of copper tin bargain
for sale or for show
let me not ask any more,
let me not question
what lies behind those masks
of rhymes
No! I can not rhyme
like them nor I can haunt
like them
No humble claims from me
on my forehead that
I stand on the centre point
of this universe
let me play music
and let them not interfere.....
I can not rhyme like them
Nor I can haunt like them
I will not print my books
in volumes nor do I ask
any one to store it in
their dusty shelves
Their stage and that dais of fame
raise no heartbeats in me
those rhymes of copper tin bargain
for sale or for show
let me not ask any more,
let me not question
what lies behind those masks
of rhymes
No! I can not rhyme
like them nor I can haunt
like them
No humble claims from me
on my forehead that
I stand on the centre point
of this universe
let me play music
and let them not interfere.....
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
EQUATIONS
It is time up to draw that ultimate line
and take away my dreams to a safer seashore
far far away from those fake souls and synthetic hearts
It is time up to draw that final line
and take away my soul far far away
from noisy curses and dusty mountains
It is time, it is time to scale, to return
grace and disgrace in equal measures....
It is time up to draw that ultimate line
and take away my dreams to a safer seashore
far far away from those fake souls and synthetic hearts
It is time up to draw that final line
and take away my soul far far away
from noisy curses and dusty mountains
It is time, it is time to scale, to return
grace and disgrace in equal measures....
DISTANCE
Faithful maid.....stay there eternally
but stay away from my green forests,
from my dawns and valleys
and stay far far away from my golden sea shores
Faithful maid, go away with your dishonest faith
and stay there long, long and long
but cast not curses on my temple bells
and songs of origin
Faithful maid.....stay there eternally
but stay away from my green forests,
from my dawns and valleys
and stay far far away from my golden sea shores
Faithful maid, go away with your dishonest faith
and stay there long, long and long
but cast not curses on my temple bells
and songs of origin
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
ULTIMATUM
What does it matter when I stand on my feet
straight up to a mountain peak and from there
to the other end of a sea shore and further and further
up to the extending hands of a horizon.
what does it matter this earth is round or horizontal
when I stand on my feet deep down in a valley
and inhale the fragrance of fresh rains and forests
and nothing matters ultimately when I am fearless....
What does it matter when I stand on my feet
straight up to a mountain peak and from there
to the other end of a sea shore and further and further
up to the extending hands of a horizon.
what does it matter this earth is round or horizontal
when I stand on my feet deep down in a valley
and inhale the fragrance of fresh rains and forests
and nothing matters ultimately when I am fearless....
Let me see how long they write
in threatening ink diluted of water
thin like a paper river,
no longer there is fear
in my mind or in my ever pure soul
let me see how long they immerse
their emptiness in paper rivers
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