Saturday, February 20, 2010

REDEMPTION


From a tower of silence, I climbed down
to fill my blank, empty page
time floated above me, redeemed, lifeless
I reached to a timeless zone...
I redeemed my burdens

Friday, February 19, 2010

NEW BORN


In autumn, I came out
from a womb of courage
My rebirth.....

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...

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...

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
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..

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.....