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It is not alphabets or words
I have lost in funeral pyre
but a soft feather like feeling
which I thought genuine
in any day or night to be part
of humans
and in poems
it is beyond my thinking streams
to believe there rivers
flow across giant islands
and subcontinents to sell their own
souls in extreme rapids
It is not speech I lost
that arrived in me like sea
in torrential rains
from mountain peaks
but silence that I have lost
which shattered in pieces
like a crystal flower pot
when thin rectangular
replica of a medium
whispered in morse codes
from corridors of lost conscience
to shatter, dismantle
pillars on which truth tied its flag
and in my primitive soul
I fought a war against me on many
conflicts inner and outer
to let my chains free
and in pyres
I lost not words
but my smile and feelings
to silence
where I waited for rains
torrential to shower
all around me...

RECOLLECTIONS

I am in memory line
of life in block prints
in various forms
in dimensions not even
like in batik
in a way I can walk back
in peace which I lost or thrown
like a glass cup
on which once I filled pearls
poem like words
and in my sea like shell
I search me,
the real one which hides
somewhere in between a sea
and my memory line
and away from realms
where I wandered once
to float a sea,
a sea infinite,
poem like
I am in memory line of Indian Ocean
in its flow, inside me
and in my soul
where I find drought
all of a sudden
but still sea gushes
a pull
and I am into it
sea and memories
I lost not both…..

FRAGMENTS

I transported my life
from a tiny village
to a hill town there my earth
rolled in heights far from
my dreamy seashores
History I learnt from school books
and in optionals
there I worried not
about historical events
in exclamations
as I studied breakthroughs
to merely score marks
But I feel a kind of pain growing
in me now when I read
about Raja of Sandur
and triangles on which brains
mine earth in fragments
for treasures hidden
and in genuine terms
Niyamgiri shows 
Dongria Kondh
Honestly like in any major
towns I know less about
exploited tribes where an India
exists away from the painted,
decorated India and even in that
painted decorated one I see a lot
in hunger and when I stand
away from seas
on one part of this earth
where pain is a layer
a layer people cover on paints
to think less about
the less fortunate
otherwise too
we are divided on fragments
from sea shores to sea shores
from tribes to tribals
mines to mountains….

SEA

Near one T Junction of life
I stopped for a while
To know where to go
Towards a sea shore
Or to one place where people
Gather to suffocate
Conscience in plastic bags
Non biodegradable
Where like in markets
People gather to sell
Hearts in glass boxes
As display items
Where my mind was in
Intensive cold unit
and when people negotiated
life on barters
in T junction
I heard sea like in one whisper
Like in one sea shell
Very close to my heart…

DESIGNS


Yes!
On designer tailored outfits
he shines like a metal fragment
he hides a formula track inside
on which he balances his high end skills,
skills on which he lived his life
in years to have more admires
in accountable numbers
and to find if anything there apart
from the outer glow I climbed
to that mountain flag post
in earthen drapes
to the peak to find 
to my surprise a distorted flag
not designer tailored but hand made
and in lightening and thunder
rain showered all around me
I climbed down calm
to find the same soul near that foothill
rushing towards the same formula track
balancing
to have more admires
to have more glory
is that ultimately your life?

MERIDIAN

Very soon I know this earth
on I live roll back from its cosmic
pathways to tell me a secret
that the only truth I can hold
in my two hands like a lotus flower
is the one emerges
from clear water ponds
in silent dawns of my temple of Gods
in black stones unique
and the fragrance of flowers pure
from the valley of bamboo flutes
and in one far end country
where oceans freeze in forms of ice
I find to my surprise the ultimate meridian
of earth on poles-imaginary
where countries hoist
flags with no feelings of patriotism
and in my flagpost
I placed my tiny tri colour
in orange fire
to love my country more
in pure spirit of patriotism.

EARTHEN

Someone from a hill like pillar
told me to move out
from my destined pathways
where I stood near my fragment
of earth in elements earthen
and I did not know the meaning
of that claim
as I formed no fences around
my dreamy ocean
or blocked rain drops
to flow on my music notes
And if
someone stung, loved or betrayed
this earth with no knowledge
of my soul
I am not answerable to a hill
like pillar
as I find no necessity
to move away from my fragment
of earth where oceans flow
in pure forms
like in one dream……….

NATURAL

Yes,
There is a problem I find
in one Indian river which refuse
to accept that its endless reign
was blocked a few miles
by an unknown
ocean from a fragment
of this sub continental earth
on the day it decided to flow
far away from its natural banks
and from there that river floated
on ink drops in place of pure water,
dried and vanished in one summer
from this earth in mystical form 
to re originate
in one strange flow
far far away from the waters
natural….

RAINDROPS

Long ago in one Monsoon
raindrops rolled
on my feather soft dreams
like droplet of pearls
and in one sea shell I heard
the endless music of Sea
Years ago  in one morning of August
I dreamt of one wild forest
where I encountered dreams
poem like
in formless modules
From the very beginning of my origin
I searched for a word
in nectar
to find it emerging from Kshirasagar
In lotus
In one golden bowl
dream like
And I forgot my silence
to words.

SPECTRUM


All dramas of humans
end in one stage
in climax or in anticlimax
and when I stand and watch
the rhythm in which stages
formed for participants to perform
I wonder for whom this show meant for
Is it designed to show me in specific
or for my earth to reciprocate
And in prestigious flag post
When I find flags not prestigious
I wonder for whom this dramatic show
is it to show me in specific
or to show my ocean how big
a river is
Yes I am going to explode
Until my anger subsides
for all the dramas you staged
around this earth for to swallow
on like a fire ball
Until then watch this earth through
sting fences from behind
as I know you move not
even after I lock away my fences.
pay in liberal terms to ink marks
to publicize money lending
machines……
I remember to watch all shows
for your satisfaction
to make you feel that you won
a nomination for best performance.