Going back...

Its time to return home,
After all the wanderings
Across the rough and the smooth;

Its time to go back,
Where the dreams wait by the light and the dark,
And a veiled belle for me, sitting by the doorstep...

Its time to retrace,
The path I loved so much,
The way to home,
At the end of a cloudy day...

Its time, my friend,
To be there,
At the end of a month and a year,
At the end of the longest solitary ride,
At the end of it all...

The bath of the centurion

For the last time,
let me allow to dip myself into the cool
water of the generations...
One time more, the final one,
Before I embrace the eternal,
Before I transcend...
One time more, the last one...

Aging...

With the passage of the liquid clock,
Pouring forth all the time,
Age spreads like the wasteland-
vast and infectious...

Age spreads remorseless
-everywhere,
Like the green shrubs and bushes on unkempt
Lawns and parks and multiplexes,
On the young bodies and old minds,

Everywhere...

The Run...

I could see the way you soar,
Up in the milky route;
I could see how you flutter,
Away from the mundane and mist;

O It's so lovely to be there!
Tired souls, distracted...
You called on me,
To follow the trajectory
Of your forlorn flight,

Hesitant me, paused and thought,
For a while, as the unknown called;
'Get a move'n'-you said,
Eye to eye;
I thought I should join your generation
Of the unrequited,
I thought I should...
And so, I ran,
Like the arrow from the quiver,
Like the rain driving hard on steely road,
Like the lightning, hot and quick...

Leaves...and pearls

If you tremble a bit,i will fall .... The Fall will be mighty, i know...
If you blow a breath over me... i will die, a death so numb,
But i know you can take me out, you can freeze me to immortality,
Haven't you done that ever before? Haven't you ever felt the dying wish to live to the fullest? Haven't you ?

Silhouette...

It was an usual summer night,
Like it should,
Sultry and tiring;

Suddenly, you bumped upon me,
In a narrow dark lane,
With uncovered filth and ancient sadness;

'Who are you?'
You screamed, horrified
Staring at my shadow;

I didn't answer...
I fumbled for the key
I thought I misplaced ...

'My muse...' I uttered,finally,
Breaking the law of the game;
It wasn't easy nonetheless...

Lucky me that did,
All the works of unsaid words,
All the pains of unsung memories;

You recognised me-
Lean and pale,
Huffing and puffing,
A silhouette of strange morbidity;

Sunshine...

Who knows what may come
As night gives in to the day?

Who knows what transpires
Between the gloomy and the gay?

Denver not I
Who could feel it on his eyes...

'Sunshine on my shoulders'
Only into thoughts entice;


He the Man,
I wish to seek,

Providence, dear,
Becomes the lonely and the meek.

The Paramour of July

Even before could I anticipate,
She turned up dressed in her best attire
Stupefying me;
'You are a dumb!' she whispered into my ears,
Like she always did in the late evenings of July-
Year after year, every year of my half worn life;

'You are a gate-crasher!'
I shouted at her, uselessly,
Like I did on every occasion;

She just smiled that took me back
To the evenings of the past,
To the roads full of puddles
In which neon signs of giant billboards
Just disappeared;

'You are a magician' -I said,

She looked straight into my black dots
And came closer to embrace me;
I had the shiver of the lifetime,

'Jesus!' I exclaimed,
'I 'm drowning!'
But she came all over me
With her all feminine charms
To keep me mum;

I lingered onto her,
Like idiots do
Bedazzled by the voluptuous,
In late evenings of July-
Year after year,
Every year;

My little queen...

After a spell of shower,
You came to me like the Queen,
Dressed in your whitest robes-pure and pleasing...

I thought it was a dream,
Dizzy, I walked up to you,
To look at your smile candid...
You giggled like a little girl,
Full of Life,

Methought, it was a dream, like never been,
So comforting and blessed,
And I remembered,
How I missed you in rain,
Drenched to the skin,
How I yearned to plant a kiss,
On your white, white cheeks...

You giggled like a lil girl,
And I forgot I was there all the time,
By your side...

The Beginning

It was a ball of fire then, hot and burning with exploding volcanoes...
The MOTHER tossed it upon her plams,
This way and that;
The ball of redness burnt deep into her skin,
And she cried with pleasure and pain alike...

She tossed and tossed,
Till the fire gave in...
And till her tears vapoured up to form clouds mammoth,
And the clouds rained and rained,
To cause the Great Inundation...

And then came the tiny throbs of life,
Of kinds so varied...
Of sizes so numerous...
Finally cometh Man-
Two legged, adventurers,
With a cranium holding chemicals alien.

O how I long to be there!

How I long to be there,
At your lap full of greenness of youth;
O How I wish to go back to those days,
The days of fights and boozes,
Of misty evenings,
Of a life carefree and unguided,
Like a virgin, unsatiated soul...
Like a kite thrust against the gale so strong...

O How I long to retrace those paths,
Of reckless, illusory existence,
Of pristine happiness,
Devoid of the smell of coins and filthy papers
Which some people call 'fortune'

Jetty revisited...

In boyhood, we came here unnumbered times...
We played hide-n-seek...
Soon we graduated to sins of adolescence-
Here at the jetty;

So many years have passed by
Like the stream that flows underneath,
Now after so many years,
Standing here I feel pained...
Memories come back to me
Like clusters of stings,
O' How I miss them all...
Those bright faces, full of smiles and mischief,
O' How I wish to go back
To the days of endless smoke and cards...
Of love won and lost,
Of meaningful meaninglessness...

On an overcast morn...

It was an overcast morn...
I called on my friend,
'Hey What about a ride?'
I asked with a sparkle on my face;

'Not a bad idea'-he retorted;
So we rode...
Down the road wide and narrow,
Full of shrubs and bushes,
And there was the smell of Wilderness around...

It was a sultry morn,
But we felt cool,
As if we have crossed all those sensory perceptions...
We rode,
Till we felt sweaty and hot,
Till our bodies glowed...

window mine!

window mine!

o window mine!
You are my way of seeing the world afar,
And the blue sky with drops of rain and tears,
And the yellow hue that brightens up
Sometimes the pall of gloom...
And the faces glistened of children at play;

You are the only way
To glory and dreams,
To happily passed evenings,
To the sadness enveloped in the bruises
that mark the end of a beginning...

You show me the light of the day,
The dark of the Hell on Earth,
The glimmer of hope
And the worn out leaves...

The Sky So Blue...
Have you ever seen the sky?
So blue and white,
Have you ever been there?
So cold and listless,
Have you ever touched the clouds?
So wet and smooth,
Have you ever kissed the rain drops?
So salty and unknown...

I have always done these,
In dreams that blur my memories,
In thoughts that dumb my solitary existence...