May 15, 2011

Poetics of Love

Lines made letters
Curves the words
on the whole it formed
the poetics of love

Body filled my breath
parts of it my life
on the whole it formed
the poetics of love

Darkness made things still
breeze too still; alive
on the whole it formed
the poetics of love

Story moved my heart
muted sound I heard
on the whole it made
the poetics of love

Music can be played
paintings displayed
I able not to find
the poetics of love

Jan 10, 2011

Absence of Dark


In the dark
I blew the lit candle
It went dark

How can I blow
The dark to bring light
On the dead candle

Absence of light is Dark
Absence of dark is
“More Dark”

Dec 15, 2010

Can somebody tell me.....

Okay...

This time I am going
To write a serious poem

Something about
The hardship of life
In the common mans view

I’m not going to feel
Comfort when I write
Since I’m going to internalise
The hardship- or else
People won’t believe

If I happen to see a bird
With the broken wings
Struggling to fly.
I write, not the hunter who
Shot it down nor the pistol
But the pain or the innocence
Of the bird.....

If I happen to see a beggar
With an empty stomach
Starving for food.
I write, not the son who
Threw him out nor the passerby
But the depth of the hunger
Of  the man....

If I happen to see a blind man
With his hands reaching for something
Which he lost.
I write, not the person who
Robbed him nor the thing itself
But the thought of being helpless
Of the blind man....

If I happen to see a woman
With a conscious mind
Adjusting her dress often.
I write, not the male who
Stares at her nor the exposed skin
But the state of being insecure
Of a woman.....

If I happen to see an eunuch
With two soul in one body
Harassing the “straight” in the public
I write, not the people who
Gets scared nor the one who makes fun
But the art of survival in this dirty village
Of a eunuch...

I’m going to write a serious poem
Can somebody tell me
How to be common to all?
So that I can write a poem
For an instance.
Otherwise people won’t believe

What I write...........

Oct 4, 2010

Simple Kiss

A simple flying kiss
floating in the air
filling the gap

of two hearts

It is not simple
But something special
only if you can feel it.

The simple kiss
May give me warmth
To wait for long
Till it reach

But same time
Isn't it hard to feel?
The same simple kiss
When it comes from far

In the air- floating
Instead on my lips...

Aug 25, 2010

Let us fly

You and I
Nothing else in the world

Let us fly
over the hills in the cold
Like the clouds

Shower me with rain
cuddle me with your smile

Put me in a place
where I feel helpless
to return your love

Let our fights
disappear like lightening
as fast as it can

Let us not sleep
but fly and fly and fly
to find our home in wilderness

In sorrow and loneliness
I let you not cry
I let you not to repent
I let you not to fear
If you can fly along

Trust me since
You gave the meaning of life
I trust you since
You are my life

So let us not sleep
but fly and fly and fly
to find our destiny of life.

Do you remember?
Those young days
parents narrating
bedtime stories

of kings and queens
of fairies
of good and evil
with a happy ending

I'll take you
to those place
for a happy beginning

let us not sleep
for those stories
but fly and fly and fly
to find our happiness

Do you remember?
In summer
there was no place to rest under the sun
In winter
there was no glance of moon to romance

Now

I'll take you
to the season
which will be at your serve

so let us not sleep
in fantacy of love
but fly and fly and fly
to find our destination

come
let us fly..................

Aug 14, 2010

Rough Draft

can
rewrite
strike out
correct

the err's

why can't you?
when a neat white
sheet can....!?

Jul 12, 2010

She is No More:(


She stood alone
At the entrance
A really beautiful old woman
So strong and tall
With empty hands

Leaning on one side
With nobody's support
She dances
To the tune of breeze
Bidding adieu and welcome
At every stranger

Her beauty was admired and
Ofcourse some got scared
So they wanted her to quit

Now
Here she lies dead
After lots of struggle

I can see
Some marks around her neck
I can feel no life
When I touch her

Yes, she was dead

The once "Pisa" tree
Now a mere wood
Journeying to become ash
At the gatekeepers hand

When she gets burned
On one fine rainy day
Only I can feel the
Heat of the summer.