Is it that this earth
a moving river
to flow like Krithamala
from a hill like a long line
enveloping forests
Where this Sahara
a desert which holds
the breath of yellow sand
and where this green earth
a divide on parallels
and that train crushed all leaves
flowers, dreams and derailed
over a bridge…
Ashtamuti

I lost a part of me
In a world of unfriendly seasons;
In summer
From my restricted world
I find words
Not musical but strange
Like moulds of industrial machines
And from one artificial life support
A season called me from earth
to life
Monsoon…
Rain of June

In south
from Marina to Golden Beach
Rain travels on clouds, cyclones
towards garden
In 740 square kilometers
above 3000 ft from sea level
Summer in 37 degrees..
Rain a dream of June
and for flowers
Jacaranda, Gulmohar, Mayflower....
Garden sleeps in summer

I chose my destiny,
a ladder on broken ridges
I see no escalators to lift me
but I can climb
with less technical faults
in slow footsteps,
and go up to moon..
238,857 miles;
not a distance in supersonic era..
Inspiration -Apollo 11

There is ample of time in this earth
for you to leave
where in this station train is late;
As usual,
That tunnel of darkness exists in between
where you find no arch lights but oil lamps
to remind you that no one waits
with begging bowls
to receive droplets of your mercy.

Is it me I see in that Mirror?
Or a reflection?
That one
from the assorted table
Lies in thousand miles away
In millions, from time to time
On changed identities
It reappears- Reflections
Mirror images
Destined…
And you find not me or one stone.
In covered  stone pockets
of earthen layers
I planted Ocimum Sanctum

Where I lost senses
the sixth one I search
the uncommon
the unfamiliar
not a common enigma
a sense layered on dust
You did not have one
that sense of the common
so question not unfavorables
I search for the uncommon
the Sixth one
E.S.P
Extra Sensory Perception

Those stinging arrows were lethal
more severe those blows
from the self possessed coffins
nailed on beliefs of eras not known.
Both danced on my mortal remains
to remind me in my mornings
that change is not a word they love
Present, a gift of the Past.....
wrapped on blocks of ruins
Repugnance, Curses, blows
Justice a blind scale..
hangs above like a sword....

X FACTOR

Alchemy of X
twenty fourth letter- Alphabet - X 
Number 10 in Roman scales
Number of Diego Armando Maradona
and his hand gloved goal  
Nadia's perfect Gymnastic 10
X  Ray -Electro magnetic radiation
Of short wavelength
Can pass through opaque hearts
How many X tensions in your synthetic heart
How many Xs
Alchemy of X - Xylophone

I was honest,
loyal to my mind
which traveled hand in hand
from Sabarmati to Dandi
up to the shores of Arabian Sea
to find salt
From earthen stations fired Agni,
traveled in space shuttle
like an astronaut
to find nothing but truth;
and I find it, Truth! flavour of salt
Incredible