Monday, 3 August 2020

Faith

Have we crossed the path?
In the realm of my noon
Beside the placid pool
Shadowed in the embrace of trees
Where water spiders dream
In leisure of sleeping leaves
Did I meet you there?
Sailing in my slender boat
Through a silver stream 
Bathing in moonshine
Have I seen you alone beneath 
A lonely branch on the bank?
Was it you, in whiteness of black?
The gentle stroke of my oars
Echo the wailing of ripples
Following each other never to meet
Have I touched you ever
On the alluring shore
Between the fading footprints?
The waves kiss the sky
Wings of little gull scoop the mist
For wishes to creep into
Did I see you on the beach?
The path soaked in crimson blood
Believing in colours of love
The dust tells the tale of the last traveller
Who vanished behind the bend unknown
Did I lose into your shadow there?
The night is aging, so is time
So am I, are you too?
Amidst the brown leaves
Some wilted emotions die
Amidst rustles somewhere
Have I heard your footsteps?

Thursday, 30 July 2020

Soulcage

Why to confine you more?
It has lasted for moments
And hours, for days and years
Justice never meted 
Reasons never assigned
Purpose never had mission
The learned raven goes on
Chanting the sacred name
Knowing neither ends of the tale
The path has too many bends
Shrouded by mist, 
Pebbles are nostalgic
Inert is the cage
Passion does no more bind you
Find you behind those bloody veins
Why to confine you more?
They move from space to space
Delight flourishes in flight
Burn the wings of wishes
The ashes shall have no remorse
Between cells, why to shuttle in and out?
The divine gift lies unconscious
In forlorn corner of sky
The golden moon weeps 
Her face loses shine in the wane
Still shining? Still revolving in 
A passion to come closer one night?
The celestial flight leaves a signature
Upon the universe; who knows how
Shall it make me bankrupt soon?
Is it securing a place on the page
Or a dot is just a dot—an aberration
Of thought or pursuit of some dream
Suddenly interrupted by an exclamation?
Why to confine you more?
The night is living
So is the day
Alive is the worm or the rose
The faint broom of light 
Reminds that the dying comet is still alive
Alive is the sun
Burning till the end
A dwarf shall be dark and heavy
With void attracting 
Devouring all in a moment
Will it confine you too
As I do now?
Will there be justice
That you deserve
The liberty that you seek for?
How does it matter for me?
I have only loved you
Encaged, chained to a distant dream
Lying naked, abandoned
I love to see you there
I envy your purity
Like then, I used to hold you close
Loving, caring, like a bud of a rose
It is all a forgotten tale
There is nothing left but the wings
Heavy, unable to flutter it more
I love lying motionless beside you
Folded those wretched wings
I love seeing them idle
Never wished to fly
I love seeing them confined
Purposelessly honouring my company
As you do, unloved in the cage
Only it pricks so often
Why to confine you more?

Tuesday, 28 July 2020

Alien

I live in a sepia world
Where the Sun is not a star
And, the Moon in not a satellite


Friday, 24 July 2020

Maybe

Some faces never fade,
Some moments never die;
For a war-torn life,
Those remain a symbol of peace.

They sat—the man and the woman, side by side;
Silently glow twenty five candles
To burn a few pages of memories
Of a little girl whom the angels brought for them
On one such day to shine on their eyes.

She would lie on his lap
Gently holding her mom’s hand,
With eyes broadened would endlessly tell
What amazing things she had discovered.
Every day, he would dream of a new tale
To tell her, else how would she sleep?

The candles burn
The pages burn
Burns the last glimpse of those innocuous eyes
Burn colourful wings of the butterfly
Burns a new school tunic.

The man dreamt of a new tale,
But the evening dug the grave for it.
The tiny bird was snatched away
From a tiny nest that her parents built,
Not even knowing, why...why?

None could see her again;
Maybe, she was killed
Maybe, she was sold
Maybe, she was rescued
Maybe, she grew up
Somewhere, in another distant moon.

The father still dreams of her,
The mother still sobs alone,
Maybe, she still too weeps
If she is alive; maybe, she’s not!

Maybe, she needs to dance
Amidst smoke and stench
For to carry her father’s dream
Of feeling how precious is life;
Maybe, sleep evades her eyes
For a tale to be told by her papa,
Maybe, she is too tired of tales of life,
If she is alive; maybe, she’s not!

Her papa roams in and searches for
Within faces of every girl of her age,
Ceaselessly guessing, “Isn’t she my doll?”
Maybe, if she is alive; maybe, she’s not!

The dream story lies hidden
Within moaning soul of an old father,
Maybe, to remain forever untold;
Maybe, destiny does not permit
Some promises to be kept...maybe!

(A repost )

Tuesday, 21 July 2020

Hate !

In war it shines in burning hope

In peace it pines for a faster lope

Hatred breeds in love and awe

In a sunken space of blunted flaw

The beauty of the mountains

In sunshine or twilight

A verdant meadow

The peasants’ plight

The swearing by a golden moon

The pride sparkles in serpent’s tooth

Always there to find a foe

For glory of an endless show

A fall or a rise, a leap or a pain

Taming lips as soul is slain

Thoughts sweep in dust and glow

Failings succeed in heartless blow

Be a coward, in power and wealth

Be fairer in a handsome filth

Once they know that you are there

What to do with love and care?

Smile hides the venom’s greed

Margin stretches in faith and creed

Hatred has its mission of love

Patient peace in tears of dove

Hate reigns in soul and mind

In land or ocean or sky or wind

Walk no more to find it more

Flee fast to an unknown door

That opens up a thousand more

To lose the sense and tragic core

The laughter lounges on a slouching tree

On the bend of a silvery stream

A summer holiday or an autumn dream

Moment arrows down in a joyous spree

Such were the days and I and you

Unripe, unwise, humble few

Walking on the lovers' lane

Nothing to lose or none to gain

A dream that died

So soon that lied

For reasons applied

For success tied

To empty life in endless game

Securing hate in love and fame.


Friday, 10 July 2020

Me

Don’t dig me up
Roots are still wet
Fresh leaves of Spring
Had enough sunshine
Rain I love, the weeping tales
Of dove beneath grey eyebrows.

Don’t dig me up
The pearl is yet to shine
Moments to walk long
Rustles of brown leaves
Strewn on pavement of life
Undusted for so many years

Don’t dig me up
Down to the stairs still
Childhood gestures
An inseparable illusion
Of me, my tree, my seed
Of memories neatly painted.


Tuesday, 7 July 2020

Untimely...

Racers see only the racers
Count who is ahead or at heels
Crowd cheers, money flies
Floats the craze, rises the rage
But, racers count only racers
Life and death race together
Collars and shoulders up
Who knows which is ahead of whom
Races go on racing

Faith

Have we crossed the path? In the realm of my noon Beside the placid pool Shadowed in the embrace of trees Where water spiders dream In leisu...