IMAGES 

For you,  love is a  four letter square,
cover drive, overdrive 
to settle scores 

From your cover over craze,
from sunset's last riot point
Love failed for you several times
because you drove out love
on new arrivals of painted items
discarding olive leaves of  pure
innocent love...

In intermissions,
much away from your paper
thin transparent love shows,
Centuries speak to me in soft voices

In  banyans now i grow  dreams you disfigured
Images i spread  my soul, pure nectar
while in fixed squares, in cover drives
you settle your scores..

You sliced love in coverdrives
and overdrive now on score settlers
to show that revenge is more
sweeter than love.....
May be for that very reason
images hate you  for life ..

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He invaded my landlocked dreams
to create paper cups
to fill his morning Tieguanyin..
When I was in my ocean shore
to find the most beautiful musical note
he sliced my heartbeats
and auctioned
to the highest peak of Rio De Janeiro
to fill centavos in his sparse wisdom.
When I fought alone in my sandalwood garden
he perished in front of me as a cut stone statue
of cruel silence after destroying the last sparkle
of my earthen dreams....

Yes..
seasons change
wearing new make believe masks
on misunderstood wisdom,
on mistaken identities.......

DREAMS

Dreams sparkle in my eyes

like a poem,

its wings feather soft..

In ancient oceans

 i sailed towards eastern  horizon

to end in one autumn star..

 Dreams weave a million alphabets

like the final stanzas of a

poem..

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Images filer a fine element
from the sea shores of east
How can again a day in gift papers
wrap hidden pains
and arrows
Against the blocks formed
in mind,
from my earthen heart
images fill nectar
in alphabets
and on the tree branch of life
centuries re-capture dreams
in earthen frames..

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Images witness
fire and black smoke
behind the sanctum
of dreams
that one season ends
and rain drops cleanse
the olive leaves of soul
filling poetry..

From Shanthiniketan
to Linares Province
images traveled
and in decorated pathways
from the carved stone idol
a fragment fell in front
like the last alphabet of truth....

IMAGES....

Images invade not any nation
but build a fence of strong words
to block ruthlessness..
Images hunt not like the moles
of the farthest saloon girls
of cross stream..
Images like one ocean
fear not of the invasions
of a silent sound beam hill..

Near the collapsed bell tower
of time,
near the ransacked borders
of life,
near the forgotten alphabets
of honesty,
near the painted faces
of fake faith,
near the stolen thread bags
of nickel coins,
near the show field of
silent arrogance;
in rain drops
of burnt summer
images find a way
to speak to the invaders..
Give and Take...
sounds so sweet...

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Images find alphabets, colours
and sketches in ports of ignorance..
mountains lost its rhythm
on its own giant wings.. 
In hearth an era burns
its soul to look blank like
a pale paper sheet.

Images walk past
a history book of errors,
scores never settled
in havens
as waves followed no
non violence
Near the horizon
ocean was much deeper
in its earthen pitchers..

Summer blacken
the beauty of honesty
and raindrops wash away
excess blends.
Images move ahead 
of caricatures
of burnt egos
through rain forests
and settle in one
poetic conch shell....