Saturday, April 28, 2012



Why to chase a shadow!
you can never befriend
a traitor... 


What's there?
it's a dark room-
you can't walk inside...


Carry your pot of water.
It will quench
your thirst...

Wednesday, April 25, 2012



I saw the rainbow
in far horizon..
It was like 
a large convex bridge..

Abruptly I was taken by a swinger
long and swift..
tied in the middle
of the rainbow..
That carried me in a wink

So exciting that was to me!
Touching both ends
I was back at my place
standing like a tree...!

Wednesday, April 18, 2012


Grief- a wild flower
with an unusual odour..
Ask a grievous in heart 
how it smells like!

It is the power of hours
that separates pearl from 
beads of bone and 
makes blue repose
from warmth of
every drop of tear.

Ask how heartfelt
affection dampens body
and heart turns into earth
concealing a seed
pure and innocent. 

Soon it blooms winsomely
and substances from all directions
explore it's beauty.
Ask a grievous in heart
how it smells like! 

Reign of a tiny ray

Source- GP

The world’s so bright!
Rich her bosom
Homes magnificence..
wonderous vistas of touch, taste and smell..
a never ending flow of beauty and pleasure
that sways my mind in perfect rapture..

I wandered and wondered
To brighten the cup of my palms
With that specialty of nature
And couldn’t tell which was better..
To fill up my cup I pleaded all
But no one would heed at my call..

In wilderness I looked wherever I could
And soon found a tiny ray
Peeping through the wood..
Soon I tried to get hold of it
But the tiny ray was too swift
 To come in my grip.

The tiny ray soon was seen on flowers
On the sodded ground
Soon it jumped back on stems of trees
Big and sound..
It whirled on the river and steam
Then it climbed up the mounts
High and green..

I was watching the ray entering
A farmer’s hut
And touching farmer wife’s dimple
it Sparked in eyes of her little son..
then it roamed on village path and on roofs
and soon it would run
here and there
And at last was seen everywhere..

 Merrily it jumped to my palm
Making it shiny and bright
it entered into heart
I could hear a sweet euphony
Deep within
And I have nothing more to say
Than that It’s the reign of a tiny ray..

Red Roofs, Marc Chagall, 1954

My earthly love 
Knows no bounds.. 
Riding on mindful chariot 
I have been moving towards you. 
With red in my eyes 
Painted your town 
And painted my face too. 

One day when you climb down 
From your roof to modesty 
Certainly would find me 
Large and forming 
prisoned but free..

Floral bloom

Picture Source- Internet

Seasons have picked 
Wonderful flowers 
With colours and scents 
Of different degrees 
For your senses 
And left to you 
How you groom.. 
Hold dear firm!
Life is a floral bloom.

Shared with-  Gooseberry Garden

Thursday, April 12, 2012

My daughter and storm

Storm comes with cold dancing breeze..
the leaves move fleetly as they're playing with ease..
tiny curls of dust twist on footpath in stylized fashion 
clouds congregate like crowds in a feast with a great passion.
soon a flash of light is seen and rumble is heard from sky
my daughter glances gleefully from window with wonder and sparkles in her eye..
She says- sky has got a strong headache with cold and fever..
He is having a sore throat that makes him grumble and shiver..
With rise in temperature it is getting wild on earth's crest..
Birds are flying hurriedly and fearfully towards their nests..
Big drops of rain gushed forth and my daughter is wet in no time.
I called her to change her shirt but she is lost in rainy rhyme..
A big flash of lightening and a loud drumming of thunder outcries..
Soon she rushed and embraced me hard squeezing her eyes..

Tuesday, April 10, 2012


A little desire I have in heart
that you will heed to my eyes
more than words..
cause voice may fail;
but eyes speak well.

Don't amiss my silence
it is my unambiguous charm
that a little desire I foster
I am the lamp of night
and my life a silent prayer.

A little desire I have in heart
that I will wear your tears
to hold on my bliss
and you will speak my words
preserved secretly for years.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Your Laughter-3

That noon of transition
alone I was walking down the lane
and found that the lane didn't exist..
That was but a wriggling image
of my habits
of birth and death..

And you were still laughing
somewhere very close to me 
a bit concealed yet you were caught again..
fancying you
I was revealed 
like a stream of contentment..
my whole self reposed on you..
Your laughter and my being
aah, a drop of ocean
where I found the ocean was ceasing...

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Your Laughter-2

Art-William Blake 

That noon I was walking 
down the street alone,
on that blazing hour
and you were smiling from distance.

I looked back.
Was that the sleeping path or me!
what I did see-
 scattered pieces of broken mirrors 
displaying all my masks
one by one..
and all shabby faces having some marks
indistinctly pronouncing my
potency and glory
of my manhood!

When I looked ahead
you were laughing
It was felt to me- timeless you are
and I am always a woman
pulled towards your laughter
 probably both are endless
your laughter and my being..

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Your laughter-1


That noon when I was walking 
down the lonesome street 
with my bundle on head
you laughed vociferously..
I looked around in bewilderment.
Is it me, seemingly funny 
impressing upon that capricious billow
emerging from spring blossom..
Unto the obscure fire..
am I that insect of gloam?

I kept my bundle resting against a wall..
and started walking again..
yet you were still laughing..!
Is there something wrong with my rigout
coloured with the ashes of wood
that I used to paint in colours of mood. 
Your laughter and my wonder..
hah- now I am not stopping my impulses..
So laughing and walking faster
with my bundle back on head.
But I am yet to find the cause of your laughter...

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Earth living

Poor pigeon is foiled of
everyday's struggle for body
and where soul has fallen shy
he has no solace in heart,
on the shared earth
disappointed from his blazing life
desperate and dysphoric pigeon flies high
of everyday's cooing, feeding and breeding,
aye has set up for the sky..

From a greater height he looks at the earth
it goes far and far from his sight
far from his bird connection
and his restless life.
what he intended is all with him
vastness and bareness of sky all for him
Alone he would celebrate abundant freedom
and a lonesome status of mirth..

Yet, poor pigeon losing his strength having roved much
tired his wings and pale his face
he has the sky with him but no place to rest
In the unknown abysmal sky only truth is the mighty sun
too cruel to blaze his existence whole
Seeking for refuge of kinship and his rebirth,
desperate and dysphoric pigeon is flying down
of cruel bareness, blistering solitude and his misery,
aye has set up for the earth..