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….