FROM THE LAST QUARTER OF A DAY....



 
 





Lined up sorrows write no farewell
Near the orange green and white flag
From the last quarter of a day
In rapids, like in one stream
Rain drops fill earthen fields
From symbols, a flat sheet of emptiness
evaporates..

In heartbeats, notes of a melody meditate,
In forlorn forgotten forests
Legends speak about incognito
There remains the last alphabet
of a lost memory
In rain drops a season rinses shadows..

AUTUMN LEAVES

From autumn leaves to the empty baskets

Dreams travel to reach up to the sky roof

There in the evening oil lamps

A season chisels fine words

And heartbeats

From the bell  post of temples

                             There emerges a symphony

                             And in autumn leaves earth writes

                             In orange gold

                                            An epitaph for the buried dreams

FROM THE FALLEN GATEWAY OF A SEASON

 

A droplet of monsoon,

a dream, freshness of dawn

all shattered in one feral world

of non-conquerable shadows.

In rebirth a teardrop fell to freeze

like the last souvenir of life

Ancient sorrows in legends wrote

a million alphabets and from the fallen

gateway of a season

earth wrote about Isons, Opik Clouds

and Kuiper Circles.

Far ahead of heartbeats

destiny lines encompassed a dream

In earthen sea shells, lost worlds wrote,

a poem for the promontory