May be,
I should have been scholarly
to break each atom of my brain
to know about paranormals
the most uncomfortable antonyms
third Eye.
illiterate me..
I knew only one...
Shiva…
The one with third eye on his forehead
direct one… fire brand..
Antonyms not known
An eye to slice life ordinary,
Wild.. and for what????
Yes! It is beyond the reach of encyclopedias
and reference registers.
My brain nerves tanned on sunrays
my oceans overhauled
and my songs lost many a spring
Rain of May...... 
struggles on crossroads of mystic summer riddles
Beyond paranormals
Antonyms
Universal Eye of destiny..
Illiterate me...
Let me learn my first alphabet...

Roof of the World

listen...

Thimphu

round the summit

talk about bilateral borders

Siachen, Kashmir

1962 Invasions, Kargil

Dhaka, cross border conflicts..

Beautiful Tibet!!!.

safeguard the eighth peril

Afghanistan

Rest share unfriendly chains

All around their respective lines

Out of Control…

From Yarlung river valley

to invasions

you stand there

as roof of the world

breath on Mount Kailash,

flow on Bramhaputra

Listen…

edit peace pacts

on your beautiful landscape

Saarc; wake up, inhale fresh air..

In Manasarovar..

In Mount Everest…

You are  cowherd…..!!
not  a king…. Yadhav,
consortium of Kings declared…
It is not new …
World was like that
For ages....
Well within the boundary
Walls existed
Divisions, brands, clones
Lacoste, classic forms
ultimate labels
Paris to Jaipur..
Himalayas to Atlantic
from continents to sub continents.
Oceans, Hills, Sky, Horizons
fundamentals;
formidable ones beyond brands
Rest.. captioned on ink plates
golden placards….!!
Palaces to huts
salt – same… melts to taste
Dandi.. brand of Salt...
Designer of destiny
chosen brand from childhood
I belong to you..
Krishna -Yadhav- Cowherd..
Classic Brand…

Nothing to motivate them
in Indian Ocean, in confluence..
white sand, sea shells
sun rise, sun set
diamond nose ring..
but still they hide behind;
unwilling to back out
from one orange field
and flowers of Autumn;
In Copenhagen pullovers
they hide near spring,
collect droplets in stern faces
to write anatomy of dissection
Nothing for them in music scales
but standstill from behind
they place their tea mugs
in window sills and listen
through transparent satin curtains
to write about jazzy rocks
and  fragrance of coffee
Nothing to charm them in Himalayas
as if it is mission 2010
Let me write about JAXA's Ikaros
Space Yacht,
or about ISRO's next Chandrayan...

Survived?
Exhausted???
Endangered phoenix
Jesus, Budha,
From fire to wooden crosses
Is there a way…
Certainly… you write
Daily… one column…
for poems 
to conflict of leagues..
as token of cut motions
sprinkled on pepper and salt…
delicious... on peanut butter of love
for brains…not for hearts
those plastic ones
nonbiodegradable
In garden of organic manure
latin a blend of chemicals
From summer hills
have you not seen today’s rain?
Rain of cloud-cuts..…
On my roof garden...

How can it be?
that is in last winter
I asked this question
several times
to one alien world of strangers
A season answered
shedding flowers and dry leaves
And in autumn nights
Earth turned orange in my eyes
A world arrived near flag post table
selling Hague like mementoes
Mystic poets-sages
on their battle to bring back
legends wrote in history books
Smokeless fire…
Season of flowers…

From the rearview images
of ink prints spread across
I find this lightening and tremors
In between there this fire
to ignite my tiny brass lamps;
sparkling fresh light
from breaking clouds...
from streams of mountains
towards ocean
I walked barefoot
Earth fragranced
all around on spring
those ink sheets radiate reflections
of seasons….
and in that rain of spring
I stand astonished….
Beyond words…

A kite…
not for me ....
to fly above Afghan perils....
In bright fortunes of August
We made kites on feather light papers
And they scaled the seasoned sky
Green, orange, white
We ran behind......
Not for to settle scores on a board,
Certainly not to rejoice a fall;
but to celebrate Onam.
And my orange kites not reached
too high for any one look upon
but balanced, scaled  near horizon
near the settling sun….

Where did that come?
That ink mark of ‘caution’
From conscience...?
Or from the dagger that ruptured
one precious diamond to ruins
It is not easy to caution disasters
on ink marks…….
Whirls, floods, rains, cloud ash
Volcanoes, hurricanes
Listen the heart beats
of Pearl Harbor, Hiroshima,
World Wars...
Haiti, Iceland, Tibet, Indonesia
Twin Towers…
Richter Scales.
Ocean of pacific....
Confluence of rivers…
Continents, Subcontinents…
It happens…
Like life and death..
like day and night..
Like eclipses, big bang,
Encircled on destiny's chart.
Listen to conscience …
and in blue…paint not oceans and skies
divine..natural that hue..
hue of one great incarnation.
An incarnation...one era…. flute….

My tears have frozen as pearls in one seashell
In one cape one shining diamond nose ring
Like in one magnet pulled the truth
those pearls meditate in one fearless rock cave.
Chariot holders…..
Provoke not my silent words in loud thuds.
Peerless.......
let them meditate in sea shell
away from the agony of ink marks,
away from the planetary tint eyes
and waves across the oceans…
Peerless certainly my words
with no cheerleaders....
but how did you know????
You followed…...
in scales uneven…. 
in masks…..
Only the soul knows how to sing…..