Sunday, December 11, 2011

IMAGES


Where can i find my reflection
where stars collide on black holes
around the majestic outer space.
Scientist find there one more earth;
a twin around us
Kepler….
Stanzas collide in my heart
and there no reflection I find
that the only banyan stood there fell,
crushing even the finest  elements
of existence...

Friday, December 2, 2011

IMAGES 
It was again on a monsoon
that i walked back from my seashore
to paint a golden dawn against 
the cloudy eastern horizon 
and there on the branches 
of a mango tree one long forgotten
era cried against the rain soaked soil.
When images exchanged 
their seasonal shadows
beneath a banyan on the meridian 
there left nothing
to take it in hand except 
the broken pieces of a window frame...

Tuesday, October 25, 2011


IMAGES
Do you try again to paste your
unnatural colors on my earthen walls
to disfigure my heartbeats 
from its safe chambers
and IF at this junction 
I can gift you only a burnt block
from my fireplace as a memoir
for your heart to treasure;
an insignia for you to remember
that you cannot always play
a noisy metal Fiddle 
to disrupt my ocean to forget
its natural song..

Thursday, August 11, 2011

SEASON
Wrong or right, it is choice
and very few can define
right and wrong in its real frames
May be it is true
we humans are right at times
and wrong at times
and it is good not to always say
you wasted your life in one wrong
season when you see a colourful
new season around
because you create wrong and right
to suit your present,
as a supplement to nurture
your wrong ego...
where you can not blame a season
of rain for its raindrops

Tuesday, June 14, 2011


SEASONS







In one cemetery of eternal sleep
I know we encounter seasons
like the way we come across 
with forgotten souls
and on the colonial requiems
we hide the solid stone blocks
of our sepulchers ...

Sunday, May 29, 2011


HOW SOUND IT IS TO THINK STRAIGHT

How sound it is to think straight
when the whole world weaves
a cotton yarn on spin wheels
and leave it to fly away from
time zones
Oh love i wish
i would not have known even
that term for good
that it is better to bury that in a coffin
alive than to run behind
the ruins of your honour

HOW CAN I GO IN SILENCE

How can i go in silence
when my speech climbs again on that
peak to break that last tiny fragment
and see how I have transformed
in this monsoon
I know there arrive a time
for everyone to break silence
and how can i hide
when my rains knock at my door..



WHEN IT RAINED


I wonder how good it is to give
a distinctive definition on dreams
when we tie our hearts
to one pacemaker or angiogram
My definitions were strange
like the reflection
of my own conscience
where shadows contradicted
and that is the time clouds formed
a cluster to break my dreams into
many million tiny fragments
and those fragments came back
to me when it rained
in monsoon
like a feather soft dream

Saturday, May 21, 2011

HEART SHAPED


Yes;
we will give and take
what??
heart shaped hell or heaven?
where your chariot of love moved
ahead of my dreams in rapids
Excuse me;
I have come along with you once
in your love chariot to know about your heart
shaped hell and heaven
and i have come back
to this earth;
perhaps alone
as i was an element
an element of Earth

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

YOU SAID ONCE


It is true that i have lost track of inland letters
and in publishing houses I have not walked
In asking for a soliloquy to complete
my final scene in life
And I go insane for sure
If some one offers me a jewel box
and a piece of oxidized advice

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

IMAGES

That is not too long ago
but in last summer
he has come and told me
that I scored  not a qualifying mark
in his third fragment as someone
has already occupied that third alcove
what an honorable decree on ice sheets
of ages and that is the day I profess
I have decided this fiend to give a state of my mind
against the layers of love or wildness
in multimillion colors he painted on my otherwise
calm sky
and honor is an ink mark he got that
I grieve not for that
but I grieve certainly, miserably
for my own pure judgmental
errors....

Sunday, May 15, 2011

DREAM

God has placed a dream on my fingers
and told  me that is earth
and warned me of the countless
faceless and their many thousand
shadows...
I listened not him first
and on the day those shadows
descended from the pillars
of  centre sanctum I found him
And the same dream
was there on  my fingers
more like a monsoon rain drop
more like earth....

Saturday, May 14, 2011

HOW CAN A PAST GO

They climbed on the podium
of my past and tied it on present
and now they want my ocean
to forget its shore that they can rise
forever beyond the ink marked horizon
Yes it is difficult to hold back a past
when the waves ascend from a bay
to my promontory and remind me of a river
that lost its origin in Western Ghats
I wonder
how can a past go like the soft feathers
of a monsoon cloud..

Wednesday, May 11, 2011


YOU SAID THIS TO ME SEVERAL TIMES

You said this to me several times
And like the bells in one Monastery
I hear the echo all in my life
In brass coats of stone age
I write with an enlightenment
that silence speaks more than words
like that of the bronze bells
of one pre-historic era

Thursday, May 5, 2011

HEARTBEATS

I have lost a heartbeat
not my heart
where a river lost its origin
and many million drapes..
Enough!
someone said
but I cannot hide
my words from the thunder
of my heartbeats..
HEARTBEATS


I have turned more real than
your artificial self and if I open my heart
I see my real form not my reflection
and it is true
in one invisible pirouette
I have floated a fragment
of my very real self
with no knowledge
of my inner conscience
and let me tell you that
my tears are now
for my ignorant second self
and not for to please
your artificial form....

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

HEARTBEATS

Souls are dead and if you want
to see them in cloud forms
they arrive for no doubt
in different square cartons
where soles are sold on creative
leather fragments for us to think about
love of ages in non violent spin wheels
Along the seasons even I have climbed
cloud hills to reach the only and one
point where cosmos fought on destiny lines
and flowers turned wild like that of my heartbeats
and in one sea shore I found my alien self all alone
as it has lost its way from the main stream land
much before one evening sunset
and from the sunset point to that cloudy hill top
I have seen many million shadows
sliding downwards where the last
breath of my soul disappeared.....
IMAGES

 He has drained the last droplet of love in me
and on the farewell chart he portrayed
his giant antediluvian image
on which  he enlightened
me of a term called  love in primordial formats
to store it in my brain for its cells to perish
In sarcophagus he buried his soul
and remained soulless for the rest of his life
NATURAL

He said he helped
but my Gods said he lied
When my heartbeats said he messed up
time claimed they fooled
Islands sledge-hammered earth
And hills silenced their tunes
Where oceans roared
And that sounded natural …
HEARTBEATS

Yes it is true that i remember a canto 
on which a soul cried aloud 
ahead of the plain rich cataract blurred minds
and their polished poise on solid display platforms
where in my seashores
someone has come and told me that my position
in that blurred clusters not supreme
and I wouldn't  mind if I stand even last
in that congregation...

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

SEASONS

Is this the same morning i wonder
I waited for rains to shower all around me
where through the mango tree branches
rain fell once like pearl dream drops
and like in seasons life too has found
its short term phases of monsoon
and from there people grouped
up in a battlefield to fight seasons
where rain clouds were sent back
from its normal streams to one
experimental lab to shower ahead
of seasons ….

MAY BE


I have seen three million years of wildness
in three years and through the holes of seconds
I watched giant tidal waves ascending.
May be that is the reason I shifted that wall cloak
from my time sheet as it disfigured my orange flag
on a strange shade which arrogantly counted Peseta
for me to look so down and watch how time fell
for the second time on a wall cloak needle
and now let me sit here for a while
and let me think
for why I need to look so down
to see the valley of wise...

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

HOW  CAN  I  TELL

How can i tell you that i speak not for universe
or for those mountaineers who climbed
Mount Everest several times
and i am yet to watch 127 hours
but i like to sing ‘If I Rise’
several million times
with Aron Lee Ralston...

Sunday, April 17, 2011

SHADOW DANCE

I know now how effectively shadows  dance
from the very point of a sunset hill
and in prints i see their reflections
how can i say that it is not the ultimate point
of a monsoon
where you find no shadows
but only raindrops....

Sunday, April 10, 2011

IMAGES

There no change
other than a season can offer in mornings
apart from a cup of coffee
and in museums of golden events
someone told me once
that a war had destroyed a city
named Hiroshima in August
against Pearl Harbor
and about a picture of Kevin Carter
from Ayod...
More than that I read now history
Books to understand
how I take note of historical events
in one almanac
There no change in finger tips
other than a season can offer
where in memories
a past lies in front
for a pot filled with coins..
SEASONS

I have walked past the silent caves
of a summer hill
and a season  I waited
for my green fields yet to come
but I left not my soft velvet
feather touch dreams of my village home
on the rapids of a river.
Here near the promontory
of my life a page opens up for me
from the sanctums of Lord
“ I am for Peace, but when I speak
they are for War..
and I know that I have walked past summer fire hills
and I know my monsoon is not very far...
IMAGES

From my sea view green field
I have seen the nests of autumn birds
and the last droplets of winter snow
Where from the dry lands of draught
i have seen the fallen sunshields of shadows
where near one banyan tree
i waited endlessly for monsoon rains..

Friday, April 8, 2011

WHERE DO THESE DROPLETS OF DEW COME FROM

Where do these droplets of dew come from
I wondered and for that I opened
encyclopedias even after my school days..
I have even searched in classic cosmic charts
to understand pedantry of eras transformed
and at the end I found the liberated meaning
of that term from the corner of a reading house
which sold only translations of this world..

Thursday, April 7, 2011

HOW IMPORTANT IS LIFE?

How important is life
for one rule to place a book mark
on it to divide pages
when we do not  have
a moment left behind us
to complete even a book..
How can we streamline life
in one bottle of sea sand
when we know only to place
our minds in the narrow corridors
of a concrete mansion..

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

WHERE CAN I PLACE MY MIND

Where can i place my mind
I wonder in this landscape or planet
We call earth
I do not know but in haste i walk
To find its beginning and end.
May be in one monsoon
I find a fragment of that earth
Rain soaked and I think I can
Hide my mind in one molecule
Of that earth......

Monday, April 4, 2011

NOTHING MATTERS

Here I am in this phase called Life
Expressionless as nothing matters
How can I be without any expressions
I wonder at times but like a season
I formed a nest for me in one autumn tree
I can see the world around me
And how deceptive that world at times…..
Here, I am in this era called life
Expressionless and you cannot
Measure me anymore on your
Iniquitous scales….

Thursday, March 31, 2011

THINGS MAY CHANGE

Things may change sooner or later
in shadows or in light but not life
that waits not
May be the dead needls of a wall cloak
at the end find some happiness
in one empty wall for the seconds
dropped behind
Thing may change sooner or later
like Seasons of life...

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

HOW CAN I STOP

How can I stop at this very beginning
Tell me
How can I stop at this endearing phase
of dried flowers and wildness
How can I close my half burned book
of one ancient  Monastery
and how can i stop the first shower
of my summer rain..
YOU  TALK TOO MUCH IN SILENCE

You talk too much in silence
from that fallen hill’s sunset point
Have I not heard that several times
in my dreamy sea shores…
Have I not seen dusty roads
And broken fingers
while travelling towards east
Have I not seen your mask sinking
in one avarice summer's northern field
laughing aloud on its own greatest sham
You talk too much even now in silence
and your echo disturbs me not....
HOW CAN I BE


How can i be like this i wonder?
With a sword to burden my fingers
And to fight a sunset in winter
Where do I go from here to find
my valley of  monsoon
And how can i find my rain forests..

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

I NEED TO FORGIVE

I need to forgive none but me
for getting caught in the caves
of a silent cantankerous mountain
and I need to forgive myself
for getting caught
in the platoons of splotch
and I need to forgive myself
for calling someone a friend…



Wednesday, March 9, 2011

WHO BROKE OPEN MY COMPOUND WALLS

Listen
I have not walked into
anyone’s net stream of life
not haunted anyone
not even traveled in clouds to find
what in store on the sealed
compound walls
of my neighbor’s house..
Listen again
I have not broken any rules
or sliced another human
in lenses of demerit
and I am sure
I have not thrown casket full
of colors on anyone first.
Listen
It is you who broke open
my boundary walls and marched
inside ransacking my life’s little
precious things while i was
in my evening prayer hall
It is you who landed there
without asking for a permission
in writing.
And I don’t understand
on what basis you paste
endless placards even now
on my earthen walls
asking me to move away….
Let me ask you now
in an unbroken rhythm
Who has moved in my boundaries??
Who broke open my boundary walls??
Genuinely
you owe me an answer…

Saturday, January 29, 2011

PALACE


I have seen umpteen palaces in my day dreams
and those were palaces of Gods not of humans....
How can I explain you that I do not know in words
but i see around human mansions in bricks and stones
not strong enough even to withstand a season of a life
and in pavilions of life which palace you show me
again and again as a relic from your past record book
Is it not built from the resources taken away
from the branches of a confederation
Is it not built on the ruins of your own shadow trees
in bricks and stones.....

Thursday, January 27, 2011

THESE DAYS I COUNT NOT

These days I count not numbers
which roll on hours of diminutive seconds
where childhood played once
and seasons draped flowers
of love and sat on a mountain peak
to slope against a landslide.
These days i count not my heartbeats
which roll around me like
musical notes in par with an electrocardiogram
Somewhere in between on my last
journey to a wild jungle like world
I lost my ink pen dried
i need no pen now to write
as i lost all ink marks from my finger tips
and i  stopped counting numbers
 and print marks in specifics....

Saturday, January 22, 2011

GLASS HOUSES

Can you see a world?
a mirror image, a replica
on which once you laid foundation
in stone and Saint Gobain glasses
for millions to gaze in astonishment
where against  your glass fields
I walked alone in my  day dreams
as simple as an autumn flower.
In images of  my eastern light house
I climbed not on a hill to place a flag
but  cimbed there to capture evening stars
in my eyes...
but today when i see you in the same world
lost and defeated on tinted million faces.
I drowned the whole of me 
in one sea and that sea reminds
me of seasons and sea shells... 
not of  goblets.....
I KNOW A THING OR TWO

It is true
you see a different me
changed like a season of snow
draped in autumn colours
Is that the one I yearned for
I do not know
but i know a thing or two now
that my eyes bring light
even now from the stars
of the infinite sky..

Thursday, January 20, 2011

LISTENER

You said the other day of colours
and rivers and made me listen
listen to hell bound insanity
that the only truth I must
carry in my heart is defeat
where in ring field you want
to weave a victorious black tag
and give a speech on empowered
souls and grace...
You said the other day of oceans
and dew drops and a  morning
bright like the hillside summer
I sit and listen and listen in all seasons
till the end of this road
And go on a space mission to see
where I can capture a fragment
of earth to place my earthen lamps
in autumn…
And at the end I can become
a listener of my own convictions ....
DREAMS

City got no dreams
Except concrete pillars
And in each measured pillars
You find iron ore,
a blend of cement and sand
not dreams
In  blocks you find moisture not water
No snow but a layer of smoke
like in fuel pipes
Real not but in artificial smiles
they capture your attention
in grace that is greased
on a layer of face pack
City got no dreams
but dreamy eyes of sleepless nights
drowned in ice cubes
there no ocean flows
but a crowd forms clusters
in designer moulds
and you find not you
but a layer, a mask
a pretence….