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..

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….

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…..

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..

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......

IMAGES

It is my breath I place in one sea
or a sea conquers me
which has seen seasons, eras
and while i walk on that same sea
with no shields or swords
I write not words of love
in alphabets of hate as you do……..