FIRE

Where is this fire coming?
 from my heart or mind
or from my enraged self
Where is this fire coming?
from my thoughts or my words
or my bleeding wounds
where is this fire coming in orange
sparks, in holy form?

REMINDER

History is not for to repeat
and not even there in the history
of stories a story told once is repeated
and when I listen to those waves
and their reminders of a repeat
I search in history books
and find there no HiStory

FEATHER



I have turned weightless,
burdenless like a feather
and I have transformed
when seasons changed
And when I floated like
a feather I could climb
up to moonbeam and stars

FOR A MOMENT




For a moment I was breathless
in a coffin of compulsions
That was a nightmare, the one
arrived in drapes of dark clouds,
for a moment I was breathless
as in one dream that tied me to chains
and when I bathed in rains of June
I liberated my true self from nightmares

TURING POINT




From a point, I tried to draw a line
exactly to measure the other end of life
where birds fly high towards sky and beyond
to their nests on lands over seas across
and when day ended and night began
it is moon that lighted on my life's exact
turning point

CELESTIAL




I have grown beyond time
and clusters and I have learned
to walk past curses of northwind
I have grown like one incarnation
beyond earth and there i transormed
into a celestial being..

EARTH

Earth withstood sunburns,
eclipses torrential rains, floods
droughts, volcanoes and in surprise
I watched their undying war cries
and attacking curses

That mountain lost its origin
in flowing streams,
in blowing wind
from smoke to fire to ashes
it turned ito a dusty hill
but still mourns to block
to bolt to ruin
to run to bleed to scare
and in stony silence
a stunned season cried

TRANSFORMATION

That story is told,
several million times
and each repeat is like a season
for me on which I drape myself
in and out...

UNMOVED

I want them to go away from

from my passionate earth
and my rainfilled June
and I want them to go
far far away from
my autumn flowers

DANCE OF THE SHADOWS

All shadows are black
in colour and when a shadow
decided to follow me
I dismantled a wheel of time
and on that point all shadows
stopped dancing..

THIS DAY

It is this day that I waited for long,
for long to  start afresh
for a while, I  was stand still
and from the blank emptiness
I have grown with this day...

DEEPAVALI


I polished my brass lamps
to celebrate Deepavali in fresh
oil filled sparkles of fire
I placed it all around and
envious stars hid their faces
in black clouds

MUSICAL

I heard the most beautiful
music of ocean near a starlit
sea shore where the settling
sun emptied its perilous rays
and that is the day I learned
music is not a standstill planet
of burnt up rays

WHEN IT WAS DARK


When it was dark, I placed
a lamp and one continent
turned dark on the other end
of a blemished horizon,
away from the smoke filled clouds
and clogged up waters,
earth rolled forward

I CAN SING AGAIN

No platform I need to sing
and no podium I need to beg in for fame 
There is ample of grace in my ocean
and ample of light in my moon
I need no concert hall nor I need
any one to shower praises on me
and I am happy in myself
when I am alone in one seashore

COMPUNCTIONS

 I don't have regrets
which I drained through
the fine filters of life
freed all delicate
superfluous fears,
redeemed sorrows
in perfect measures
and through the  mirror of life


I found the reflection
of everlasting happiness

CONDUIT


I was in heaven for a while
and walked past a hell
encountered masks
of curses and dark nights
and on my return earth
emraced me from all around.

DETACHED

It is from a wind that I learned
not to be in one valley
or in one mountain but to flow,
flow away from levels that is high
and low and not to clasp in hand
the bleeding crowns of conqueror's

INTERLOPER


Who is walking near that pillar
so close like a blind shadow
who is that stranger stands
behind me in silent footsteps
who is that one invades
with no shame or permission
who is that stranger so fond
to follow this earth

CESSATION


Away from their rigid rights
and propagated wrongs
I walk with no strings attached
and like in one horizon
a sea captures the settling
sun

COLLISION

 It is when the wild waters lost
its pathways and stumbled
a  mountain to dust 
that north wind showerd
curses on earth

DISASTER

 A round globe turned flat
and a curse followed earth
to cause a drastic shock
and then vanished
in rain drops

BRANCHES

When I asked a rivulet
why it flow dry as a narrow line
it mocked  me to bang its head
on a hard rock, split in two
and one branch dried in summer
and the other one perished
in a whirl..

REFUGEES


Stand not in my freedom camp
like a refugee as I don't have
any trust in your masks
and their endless pretensions
Take that crowd away
like paid sergeants  they scream
across borders
and there is no place in this earth
for heartless invaders

CLIFF

When I placed my first step
I had a fall but earth embraced
me and placed me on a cliff
and that is the day
I emptied my tears and fears
in a valley
..

MELODY

 I have learned to play
again on strings,
my fingers once numb
regained its fire that I can
play again the endless
melodies of life

REBIRTH



It is my rebirth
from one death hill I climbed up
breathing fresh air and fragrance
of earth ...

EMANCIPATION

That time lost its creative relevance
and emancipation a fake mask
of pretense
and in war field where egoes clash
I don't have time to wait
for a final encounter
...

CURSES

That widow is like a norh wild wind
spins around curses as drapes 
 her tresses black spotted clouds
and her mind a black river..

VISION

I lost a day in one night
and for the lost day
I waited  long and long 



and my vision widened
when I re entered
on day's axiis

INEVITABLE


It is through the tip of my fingers
words arrived in simple forms
 in colours of autumn and earth
and through the pages
of destined lines
I read diatribes of a compass
and its ultimate rhythm
to point zero

TIRADES

It is on a rain filled morning
I learned from the sky roof
that clouds arrive
from no where and cause
panic and collide in expletive
black fumes
and at the end of an explosion
they vanish in mid air
shedding their masks
and masquerades in rain drops........

EAST WIND



From east wind I move forward
to western sun set
and the beginning point of
dark nights where masks
dance in wild rhythm

SPARKLE



I can see sparkles 
in moist filled tree branches
and when in night I see
the same sparkle in stars...

There is a sea in front of me
tied around in rocks like strings
in one instrument, written words
on sand, faded day, this sea invades
shores breaks away all instrument strings..

SILENCE

I have tried hard to silence my words
but they broke open like a storm
from my memory lines
and sentenced me to life... 


..

FLUTE


For years I wandered
in search of me
and at the end of Pralaya
I find my real breath
in the musical holes of a flute

JUDGMENT


A paper sheet endorsed
on bias and that Judgment
has no value

LIBERATION

and to liberate my true self
from bonds I wrote again
and again



I feel not secure in my words
as someone follows me wherever I go

DANCE OF THE FOREST

From a valley of dreams,

I overheard the conspiring

whispers of a mountain

on time bound wheels

and it is the same day

I learned the dance of the forests

In wild rhythm....

I find it out one day certainly
to come out of  that mountain cave
and for certain I find it out one day
to climb up to the moonlight

 

I closed that door and those opened
windows, fenced around
and the only window I opened
today is focused towards a sea shore

It is from this hill I heard the echo
of a valley and from a forest
I learned to sing in silence
..

I have decided to turn away my destiny
from storms and northern heat winds
and I have decided to hold in hands
stars and autumn colours

It was in that journey of life
I immersed all my burdens
in Ganga and carried
that river in a tiny clay pot
and when I walked past
on burdens, from a tiny
clay pot I heard the heartbeat 
of ganga

RAIN

Rain in me is there from the day I was born
and that rain I hold in my hands so full
Rain in me is June and tht rain is from
there from the day I was born

WORDS

I lhave learned to hate mountains
through  rhyming verses
and I have learned to love my life
through simple words

CLOUD TRAP

My mind was  like a bird
caught in cloud traps
where a blinded star
followed me in silence
and I lost my origin

SECONDS


Seconds perished unnoticed
on rolling wheels of forgotten hours
and nothing remained 
even to anounce the final
death call of time....