Tuesday, November 30, 2010

IS THIS THE SAME NOVEMBER??

Is this the same November I shed tears
for a season of nightmares
or is this the November of my rebirth
in  artistic fonts spread acroos
the ravins of a green forest...
I can not find April  rains
or fire near summer hills
but I clearly trace out
how shadows envelop
the banyan trees of  my origin
and earthen elongings..
and I wonder is this the same November
on which I walked towards
one December snowfield
in earthen autumn drapes…..

Sunday, November 21, 2010

IMAGES


It is time for me to take back my songs
in simple forms
from keyboards of years
which roll steady on equations
of day and night
It is time for me to play
my solo song in ocean strings
and in each note
let my heartbeat find melody
and in Autumn stars
let me light earthen lamps
to hide a season’s sorrow,
its dark nights
and its frightening
giant images on relfectors..

Saturday, November 20, 2010

IMAGES


Eyes can capture good ..
but your eyes were always
behind my ocean
to find what it holds
in its precious heart
and you found at the end
a few frivolous waves
and those waves told you
not about the heart
of my ocean but about
how bubbles are formed
in your eyesight….


Eyes can capture a lot
the most beautiful autumn sky,
sea shells and bamboo flutes
but your eyes conquered
at the end only the most unwanted
surface bubbles...
that is not your fault
you desired for that
surface bubbles...
and you got in basketfull...
IMAGES


I have seen life in different moulds
unwell in uniforms familiar to clinical comforts
in corridors of an infirmary
overcrowded...
palliative….
where life searched for  heartbeats
in fluid stands and people waited in Ques
not for tea or coffee cups
or to listen Sting Songs
And there all remembered silently
how important to hold a breath
in painkillers....
IMAGES

Selfishness sheltered my earth once
like winter snow covered on a hill
to vanish in summer heat
and my return from summer rains of April
I found  my origin in earthen footsteps
of selfless monsoon
I crossed a junction where timid minds
set standards in uneven podiums
and I heard a silent voice
sounded like the most irrelevant
page of an overpriced book......