Poems
1)
I am the silence you heard in the depth of your night…
I am the Not-I bird who knocked at your door..
I am the little wing that grasped your finger..
I am the nobody that you wanted to ignore..
I am the freedom you wanted to get drunk with all your life..
I am the shatterer of walls that you yourself want to be..
I am the awkward dream you wanted to hide..
I am the feather you left lying on the floor while running after time..
I am the tomorrows you wish to possess but dare not to acquire…
I am the flitting beam of blue light that you attempt to comprehend..
I am the question without answers..
I am the answer with no questions..
I am the mirror that laughs at your decayed innards..
I am that which grips you by your wrist in loneliness..
I am that which you walk away from in your haste to capture lies..
I went round and round
the world in search of thee.
Climbed the highest peak,
jumped in the deepest sea.
Everything else was there,
except thee, thee and thee.
I checked with eminent astronauts
who helped in reaching the moon.
I checked with eminent biologists
who develop “new” life in a cocoon.
I checked with great philosophers
with no answers coming soon.
I was perturbed with
this state of affair,
With the hypocrisy
poisoning the air
That we know too much, or
Just an empty bubble in mid-air?
The light is not out
but shining within.
The quest is not dead
but growing from thin.
The goal is not reached but
the journey is in full swing…
2)
I got up this morning
to a very beautiful day.
Shining out like a ray
through gloom and dismay.
I wondered what could be
the reason for the change.
Though it was soothing
yet looked so strange!
I could not believe: was awake
or in some eternal dream.
It was smooth flow from tomorrow
to today, like a flowing stream.
Rain, the previous night, has
washed away all the dirt
Wet drenched me but cleansed me too.
Nature’s silent but romantic flirt!
Oh! am I shining like a
new born or am I reborn?
Now I know every time it rains,
removed are some skin torn.
Here I was crying childishly on
distress and agony, never existed.
Losing childlike wit, forgetting
how much I was trusted.
Someone has said long back,
we learn from our mistakes.
Life is not about going back, rather
moving ahead with every retake!
3)
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with wornout tools;
4)
Longing of the heart
is deepening,
for the goal above,
ever widening,
leaving lower chasms
in sinking.
Wishes, desires and
ambitions are tempting,
Holding the soul from
onward marching.
In the vicious cycle,
I am struck in.
Materialism pulls me,
Spirituality liberates.
The sound of silence
that resonates,
Can be felt only
when I meditate.
The Divine light
beckons within me.
But my eyes
could not see.
Help me, an ignorant
son of thee.
Oh Master! of my life,
take me away
for the abyss is
too deep, I may sway.
I trust you completely but
not sure of my way!
5)
Heat, heat, heat
Forcing a retreat
Creativity is down
Imagination frown
Sweating profusely
Thinking loosely
Feeling giddy
No remedy
Dear Monsoon
Come soon!
6)
A life yet to lead
A journey yet to start
A mouth yet to feed
A plan yet to chart
A compliment yet to receive
A glory yet to shine
A world yet to perceive
A dinner yet to dine
A charity yet to begin
A destination yet to reach
A song yet to sing
A gospel yet to preach
A dream yet to live
A conclusion yet to arrive
A gift yet to give
A sentiment yet to drive
A love yet to find
A priority yet to number
A business yet to mind
And
A walk yet to remember.
7)
Many times I have seen
the mind fly, high and away.
Into wilderness unknown
in full glory of day.
Feelings widen, wishes open
and apprehensions at bay.
Am lost to the world now,
lost to the surrounding.
An entire zenith opens before
as excitement is mounting.
Have covered some distance
and am still counting.
Expanse of mind has taken me
where body can only wonder.
All-all new world within me
stand in total surrender.
Oh! never knew it was so very
beautiful inside, and yet tender.
Thank You My Lord, for showing
the Garden of Eden within me.
How peaceful I feel, how quenched
is my desire, before thee.
I promise not to return back,
whatever may happen to my body.
8)
Life is a search of its kind
Unknown paths, goals undefined.
A blank blackboard, few chalks
and a duster to write and erase,
Every time a new story with
Unknown ends, words and phrase.
Some stare at it lost,
Some scribble few words at most,
Some take chance and write anew,
Story of sort attempt a few.
Where do I stand,
I am yet to find!
I may not be one but all,
In search of a call
Which emanates
from deep within,
Till then some
effort I do put in.
9)
Being in love with you is a holy war
Even you cannot intrude
What do I care for your mortal responses
Or your twisted perceptions of its beauty
What do I care for your warped vision
Or the painful analogies you dream up
You can stab our love
A hundred times in its heart
I am here to save it from your clutches
I am here to remind our love
Of the beautiful times we had together
I love you and I love our love
All you can see with your astigmatic eyes
Are the future and the past
My love transcends all
And stands unpolluted by your malice
Your vicious criticism
Does not dissect its sacred heart
Your lies cannot touch its sanctity
My love hides in the safe depths
Of my ripped heart
I shall protect it till death
And neither you
Nor your clan of plunderers
Can reach to it
And touch it with your sinful hands
Loving you is a crusade
That is beyond you
Or your stunted understanding.
10)
A crumbling cookie night
Baskets of red. Rotund passion fruits.
Sit on my table. Still life.
Ellipsis. Ellipsis. Ellipsis.
Some photography-elusive moments later
You drone into my surreal mind gallery
With vicious paintbrushes
And fingernails.
Fur
Smothering fur.
Cacophonic radio static.
Montage of screaming colors.
Slippery shameful purple fish
Invade my everywhere.
Icy eels of control
Slithering down my skin
A million waxy drips in a moment
Flicker. Sigh. Moan. Shriller and shriller.
Will this much of love kill me, love? Kill me, Love. Kill. Me.
I think of the word “rhododendrons”
And then of a thin song just to seduce you.
I dissolve into the spilling cocoa night
In some memories of KMnO4
Keep this secret
(or)
I might just have to slit your throat again.
Moral:
If you will not be for yourself, who will be for you? If you will be only for yourself, what are you? If not now, when?
I am the silence you heard in the depth of your night…
I am the Not-I bird who knocked at your door..
I am the little wing that grasped your finger..
I am the nobody that you wanted to ignore..
I am the freedom you wanted to get drunk with all your life..
I am the shatterer of walls that you yourself want to be..
I am the awkward dream you wanted to hide..
I am the feather you left lying on the floor while running after time..
I am the tomorrows you wish to possess but dare not to acquire…
I am the flitting beam of blue light that you attempt to comprehend..
I am the question without answers..
I am the answer with no questions..
I am the mirror that laughs at your decayed innards..
I am that which grips you by your wrist in loneliness..
I am that which you walk away from in your haste to capture lies..
I went round and round
the world in search of thee.
Climbed the highest peak,
jumped in the deepest sea.
Everything else was there,
except thee, thee and thee.
I checked with eminent astronauts
who helped in reaching the moon.
I checked with eminent biologists
who develop “new” life in a cocoon.
I checked with great philosophers
with no answers coming soon.
I was perturbed with
this state of affair,
With the hypocrisy
poisoning the air
That we know too much, or
Just an empty bubble in mid-air?
The light is not out
but shining within.
The quest is not dead
but growing from thin.
The goal is not reached but
the journey is in full swing…
2)
I got up this morning
to a very beautiful day.
Shining out like a ray
through gloom and dismay.
I wondered what could be
the reason for the change.
Though it was soothing
yet looked so strange!
I could not believe: was awake
or in some eternal dream.
It was smooth flow from tomorrow
to today, like a flowing stream.
Rain, the previous night, has
washed away all the dirt
Wet drenched me but cleansed me too.
Nature’s silent but romantic flirt!
Oh! am I shining like a
new born or am I reborn?
Now I know every time it rains,
removed are some skin torn.
Here I was crying childishly on
distress and agony, never existed.
Losing childlike wit, forgetting
how much I was trusted.
Someone has said long back,
we learn from our mistakes.
Life is not about going back, rather
moving ahead with every retake!
3)
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with wornout tools;
4)
Longing of the heart
is deepening,
for the goal above,
ever widening,
leaving lower chasms
in sinking.
Wishes, desires and
ambitions are tempting,
Holding the soul from
onward marching.
In the vicious cycle,
I am struck in.
Materialism pulls me,
Spirituality liberates.
The sound of silence
that resonates,
Can be felt only
when I meditate.
The Divine light
beckons within me.
But my eyes
could not see.
Help me, an ignorant
son of thee.
Oh Master! of my life,
take me away
for the abyss is
too deep, I may sway.
I trust you completely but
not sure of my way!
5)
Heat, heat, heat
Forcing a retreat
Creativity is down
Imagination frown
Sweating profusely
Thinking loosely
Feeling giddy
No remedy
Dear Monsoon
Come soon!
6)
A life yet to lead
A journey yet to start
A mouth yet to feed
A plan yet to chart
A compliment yet to receive
A glory yet to shine
A world yet to perceive
A dinner yet to dine
A charity yet to begin
A destination yet to reach
A song yet to sing
A gospel yet to preach
A dream yet to live
A conclusion yet to arrive
A gift yet to give
A sentiment yet to drive
A love yet to find
A priority yet to number
A business yet to mind
And
A walk yet to remember.
7)
Many times I have seen
the mind fly, high and away.
Into wilderness unknown
in full glory of day.
Feelings widen, wishes open
and apprehensions at bay.
Am lost to the world now,
lost to the surrounding.
An entire zenith opens before
as excitement is mounting.
Have covered some distance
and am still counting.
Expanse of mind has taken me
where body can only wonder.
All-all new world within me
stand in total surrender.
Oh! never knew it was so very
beautiful inside, and yet tender.
Thank You My Lord, for showing
the Garden of Eden within me.
How peaceful I feel, how quenched
is my desire, before thee.
I promise not to return back,
whatever may happen to my body.
8)
Life is a search of its kind
Unknown paths, goals undefined.
A blank blackboard, few chalks
and a duster to write and erase,
Every time a new story with
Unknown ends, words and phrase.
Some stare at it lost,
Some scribble few words at most,
Some take chance and write anew,
Story of sort attempt a few.
Where do I stand,
I am yet to find!
I may not be one but all,
In search of a call
Which emanates
from deep within,
Till then some
effort I do put in.
9)
Being in love with you is a holy war
Even you cannot intrude
What do I care for your mortal responses
Or your twisted perceptions of its beauty
What do I care for your warped vision
Or the painful analogies you dream up
You can stab our love
A hundred times in its heart
I am here to save it from your clutches
I am here to remind our love
Of the beautiful times we had together
I love you and I love our love
All you can see with your astigmatic eyes
Are the future and the past
My love transcends all
And stands unpolluted by your malice
Your vicious criticism
Does not dissect its sacred heart
Your lies cannot touch its sanctity
My love hides in the safe depths
Of my ripped heart
I shall protect it till death
And neither you
Nor your clan of plunderers
Can reach to it
And touch it with your sinful hands
Loving you is a crusade
That is beyond you
Or your stunted understanding.
10)
A crumbling cookie night
Baskets of red. Rotund passion fruits.
Sit on my table. Still life.
Ellipsis. Ellipsis. Ellipsis.
Some photography-elusive moments later
You drone into my surreal mind gallery
With vicious paintbrushes
And fingernails.
Fur
Smothering fur.
Cacophonic radio static.
Montage of screaming colors.
Slippery shameful purple fish
Invade my everywhere.
Icy eels of control
Slithering down my skin
A million waxy drips in a moment
Flicker. Sigh. Moan. Shriller and shriller.
Will this much of love kill me, love? Kill me, Love. Kill. Me.
I think of the word “rhododendrons”
And then of a thin song just to seduce you.
I dissolve into the spilling cocoa night
In some memories of KMnO4
Keep this secret
(or)
I might just have to slit your throat again.
Moral:
If you will not be for yourself, who will be for you? If you will be only for yourself, what are you? If not now, when?
