stoppage time...

Down the bridge
Where my unforgettable past lay seige
Of broken castle...checkmate
I was stopped by my fate;

Down the bridge
Where left some pages of history on lease...
Of so many climactic dawns...
Of football pitches...scissored lawns...
I was halted by fate...
And then I knew I of late...
Had fallen in love with you...
Finding you often in stoppage time due...

dismantled...

'I will kill you some day...
Rip you open...dismantle
All your qualms, excuses, would wrap in a bundle
And throw them away...'
Saying this
Feverish
She looked at me...

Her nostrils...
Flared up;
Her chin
Stiffened...

I knew my end sweet is near
I rose to be dismantled...without fear...

summer dream...

Even if the heat remains such
A scorcher...filling roads with only irrevocable dust...
Even if the earth comes with cracks open...
Ponds lose water...a big blast furnace or a microwave-oven...
Even if the asphalt by heat waves simmer...
And visions of spring get eroded by the cruel summer...

I know...all these are only signs
Of big Cumulonimbus clouds inspired
Gathering somewhere...filling dotted lines
Of hopes and wishes of a great deluge...
I know...my city is going to face it huge...
Sooner or later it would sweep
All the dusty, rusty, sweaty dreams kept underneath...
The parched soul...the cracked heart...
The lips thirsty slightly apart...

I know...it would be raining soon
Making my city-lights whole night croon
I know...it would be a hail storm...
Fahrenheit scales would find tiny icicles formed
Across the streets now so full of dust
Across minds devoid of lust...

stay with me...

Stay with me...
Even if reality
Prod you all the way
Not to be swept away
Like  bottled up letter floated in the sea...
Stay with me...

Stay with me dear
Cause you got nothing to fear
I am no human disastrous form...
No Lucifer to blacken your glorious morn
But only a sense of melody...
An unwarranted rhapsody...
An emancipation of a poetic cult
A frenzy never to be dulled-
By real, sooty, banal shots
Stay with me dear...
And be never lost...

For if you be merged into the crowd
Of teeming generations so boisterous and loud-
All the time waging war
Tooth and nail as if to declare
Some reign of chaos without meaning
Some dehumanization by gunshots training...
You would lose it all dear...
The melody so sweet still in your ear!
You would lose the flight supreme
The satin soft balm of being in a dream...
So stay with me... 
And keep me afloat
Help me sing with ease full throat!




 

can't we be...two doves drenched ?

Ahoy!
When it is raining outside
how come dear you hold your tide?
When the blades of grass are dancing with joy
how come dear you so much coy?
Open up dear...open up
Peep out across your glassed airshaft...

There...yes right there...See?
How a pair of lovebirds wriggle off drops
Of water on their feathers soft?
Keep a watch on them...
Look! They are beaking each other...flapping wings to spread warmth of feathers...
They are surely stung by love...
Two pure hearted lovely doves...

Tell me...can't we be just like them?
Two doves...white...without shame?
Let the cars honk in streets...
We would be perched somewhere to breath in the moist breeze...

You would beak me...
I would do the same...
Two doves perched high above the insanitary lane...
Can't we be...for this rain filled season...
Doves in love with love being the reason?

Artemis...

That slender tree
Like  female form
All over me...
Gave birth to you...
Artemis...
And you when blew the kiss
Carrying scent of wild blossoms
Which in my loaded concrete scape I often miss
Felt like being into you so much
Thousand algae grown on me by your mossy touch...
And embracing me you then creepers plant
On my mind, my heart, my diseased land

You wanted a green revolution in me...
Now...now can't you see?
Artemis?
How much green have I become?
How in my bosom I let grow forest ranges some?
How in my every pore of skin
Pollen beads...with generic desire over-brim?
How in my blood chlorophyll produce
Million megawatts energy I every moment diffuse?
 Artemis?
Can't you really all these perceive?
Greenness spreading in me wide and deep?
And I becoming the rain forest of Amazon?
And taking to a hypodermic meadow form?

Iachimo's confession...

Imogen...seductress mine...
your deep designs whence I find...
Beside the shadowy lunar scape
Water dripping by your nape...
After bath for my eyes agape...
Ripe peach toppings me wish to taste...
with no hurry...no mortal haste...
I embark upon your cool summer lake...
I embark...
Like a slow feathery song of dew
To implant that blushful hue
Across your terrain wide like a chill
With a mild shiver we would each other kill...

O Imogen...
Siren mine...
Beads of glass on you how shine
like beads of sweat accumulated
On your navel...by passion thus clearly stated...
And that black mole under your breast
Is my only witness
To the adultery I take you to
To the mischief I play part into...

finally...

Having spent a whole Cassiopeia night
For you dear,missing teenaged delight...
Having wasted a Nebraska morn
For you my love,in shapeless form...
Finally knocked at the presiding cloud
Over the dark sky...made hoarse by dauntless shout...
With a fading ice all over me
Buzzing turbulence as propounded by bees...

Finally cracked my watch's glass
To move the arms by your remnant touch...
With the object of erecting a tomb
Of my receding pride's heirloom...

Finally...tossed away life's level crossing gate
Letting trains to me bifurcate...

Finally...made a precarious resolve...
To energize the deserted electric bulb...

Finally...
I decided only to live...
All your deferred podcast I decided to keep...

Anita...

'when you know he doesn't for you any feelings show
why? why you still descend to the low?'
Anita's closest friend her asked...
'For...I still love him the most...I love him unmasked...'
Anita answered brave
And she so much still craved
For an opportunity to lodge
Her love sincerest like something he couldn't dodge...
Away he couldn't from it just go
Something like putting love...into him deep but slow...

A few days after that...
With him Anita had an unholy spat...
'I don't like you or your baggage of love...
Fly away from me as quickly as the mind on flux does!'
Teething all the way he uttered these words cruel
But instead breaking her...her love only by them swelled...
She saw him rushing out of the college gate...
She saw him unmindfully being hit by a van straight...
Next moment she saw blood everywhere...
Next moment she rushed to him...paincky...struck by fear...
She took him to the hospital bed
Doctors wanted him to be infused with blood o positive red...
She at once by him got laid
In her the doctors luckily a live blood donor did get...

It took thirty three minutes for her to pump out
Her blood wrapped so much in love sans doubt...
A few more hours later he got the sense
Of regaining life...post traumatic experience...
But why she is there still lying by him unmoved?
She got severe anaemia...her haemoglobin count proved...

'O Anita! My love! Why you volunteered?
Didn't you for your own life take the slightest care?'
He...the man...who so far cursed and blamed
Anita and her love...for the first time felt ashamed...
He then took her weak hands in his
And drenched her awake by planting innumerable kiss...

When you are my long road...

The morning once brought you before me...
A long road as if going straight to the sea...
Though the curves on you are not all seen...
But felt I had there earlier been...

You the road covered in morning mist
Bring to me a long wish list...
A pretty long list to be marked and checked
Square boxes by red ribbon taped...
You perhaps would bring before me a show
Of dizzy high embracing the delirious low...

Because of you I saw wildfire
Catching forests once leaving nothing spare...
Because of you in impregnable dark
Flint of fire...blazed me up...
Because of you on a hot summer night
Seamless poesy upon me did erupt...
Because of you I fathered so many
Inglorious forms in melodious epiphany...
Because of you the near went far
And the far came down on me so near...

You-the long road,I am yet to traverse
Take me off road...to the beauty vast...
For you I live with an unclinched goal
You have replaced my piteous soul!

Ishhh! Had it rained...

Ishhh!
 Had it rained
I would have sent
You an eu de cologne kiss
Wet on your bed so far without sleep...

Ishhh!
Had the storm raged
I would keep you dazed
By my pining so strong and unfazed...
On your bosom by the white curtain laced...

Ishhh!
Had the hails from sky dropped
I would scribble a poem on you soft
Colored by your blues
A bunch of my choicest billet doux...

Ishhh!
Had it rained
I would've been filled with your scent...
And perhaps rain would I become
And the desert drought sands would surely overcome!

reinvention of my prose...by your music...

One evening
For a metro ride
You to me sent the invite...
And I came to sit
Vis-a-vis you by the setting sun lit
And watched you...

Just you I watched
By you I got torched...
Like a sanguine river
I rowed up and down with fever...
One evening
In a metro fast
Gliding up the stream
Of my youthful lust...

Felt like touching your secrets
My eyes your cliffs only met...
Felt like savoring your all
Into you I took a mighty fall...
One evening
In a metro cubicle
Into your crevice
I the voyeur fell...

You said nothing-
You just sat up close-
With a promise of music
You reinvented my banal prose...

where have you kept your heart?

Where are you?
I don't know...
If I'm now thirty three and half years old
You're sure as much old by now...
Got married... aren't you?
Got kids? I'm unsure...

Do you still have that lovely sea green dress?
And that pair of studious spectacles?
(Through them your eyes...
Once saltwater lined as they did shine...
On me...in an Ernest Hemmingway class
Wiping off all my brown lonely dust...)
Do you still wear that curious smile?
(With which once you sat on a stone mile
Waiting for me...long twenty minutes...
You know...you still in my dreams there sit!)
Is that red stoned ring there still on your left ring finger?
(O! I still feel...the play of your fingers
On my unshaven cheeks...they still linger...)
Do you still draw doodles?
(At the back page of class notes...photocopies...
I remember you inking my name...a  catastrophe!)

And,by the way, where have you kept your heart?
After, like a meteor, falling from me apart?

O my angel...

 


O my angel free
from all cares...
when you I see
swinging tied to the oldest of trees...
going up once
going down the next chance
a picture of heavenly satiety...
wish you could take me aboard...
wish me with you could soar...
o my angel of fire...
there as you swing through the cool air...
your black tresses afloat...
music from your lucid throat...
I just wish to die...
With you vapoury wish to fly...

village postmaster...

Like that 'postmaster' of Tagore
Wished to be posted in a village
And be flooded by folklore
Sung by intoxicated white bearded sage...
Specially in an afternoon after rain
Leaves trembling getting freshened
By water from heaven...

Wish to live in an earthen hut
Devoid of electric psychedelic smart...
Only with poetry will be bored
Only with pining for someone dear be lured...

Not sure whether there would be a kid
Like Ratan...learning alphabets with me...
But life such idyllic would in me grow
A village postmaster sure...

Evening...

On one evening decent
I Ferris - wheeled...upon you descend...
From the sky I perhaps fall
To drink venom...by your call...

One evening dark as old unlit tree
By the wasteland...spread even nocturnally...
I thought I got you closest in me...
I thought in you Mt.Vesuvius I did see...

One evening when gnats sprung a surprise...
Frogs croaked...fields of play by rain got seized...
In you I planted an unusual creed
Of unborn poems...in you I them did breed...

Several such evenings spent thus
Made all my days into evenings merge...
Perhaps one life I turned into twilight
Perhaps made evening my solemn bride...

a depth charge...

Seeing the lake one summer evening...
By the light of the moon so glistening...
He went to her bank...
And he to her shadowy reflections sank...
He sank...
To the bottom of her depth...
Not measured by hitherto any measuring tape...
He sank...
To reach and touch
The last cold stone of her deepest part...
He touched...as he sank...
To the deep from the bank...
The journey was definitely breath taking...
The swim was like a movie in making...
A movie under water kind...
A movie playing in his mind...
He sank...
To the depth...
In process he also drank...
A few gallons of fuel...

And that unwittingly...
Kept him on move...
But burnt him as well...

what happens then?

what happens when one can't scream
despite being witness to the killing of one's dream?
what happens when one can't cry
but has a few oceans in one's eyes?

what happens when there's a storm within
but outwardly it can hardly be seen?
what happens when the china ware break
but fragmented heart can't them anywhere take?

what happens when the doomsday call
but knowing death one can't stop the fall?
what happens when death is denied
but one has already with death got tied?

what happens then?
what?

i wait...for she the rain...

To get the full sense of rain...
With her wet strong smell...
Her moist liquid joy on me pouring long...
I wait...

I wait like a desert unfilled...
Like a hard ground by none tilled...
Like a thirst unsatisfied...
Like a dried scorched sight...

I wait...
To get her all in me
To make me turn into a sea...
To topple me upside down
To sweeten my glucometer brown... 

I wait...
For her the rain
Blinding torrents bursting open
My canned and sealed and dried pain...

I wait...
To get the full sense of her...
The rain...

last night...

Last night like that movie poster half flying...
From an ironstand like an incomplete line...
I flew...

Last night like that kite stuck to electricity post...
Curiously on its flight direction lost...
I flew...

Last night was just like that...
I flew in sixty seconds flat
Around the world...with no hiccups...
Only there was a tug sometimes
At my feet...a cableline...
To bring me back to the walled town
To the traffic jam me get downed...

But then the remembrance of flight
Kept in me buzzing right...
And then the jam...the sweltering heat...
All appeared like a dream loosely knit...
The downy strait looked upstream
The blinking lights an interlude bring...

Last night was such magical...
A perfect seismic rotation on auto-start...
A hanging canopy like over the river...
A sensation of catching a shiver...

Nature's child...

'when two tunes definite
Mated in a moonlit silvery night
I was born...
when two swans came each other across
And they had been by passion tossed...
I was born...
I saw the first sight of this earth
When I was given birth
By a poetess ...
After she was impregnated by a divine song...
My birth made her wait for long...
A few anthologies...
A few rapsodies...
A few dreams of romantic lust...
A few years of immeasurable poetry past...
A few fountains of joy on erupt...
A few heart rending improbable burst...
Then was I born...
Then from her was I forever torn...'

wish to be filled with 'feel'...

Wish could amalgamate
All 'feels' as the guitarman put unsaid
Into his strings...of copper- aluminium...
A life felt in fingers...living carpe diem...

Wish drop by drop
Collect on my leaf soft...
Waxen dollops...
Of sunset yellow...
Of wind touching my skin...a cello...
Of golden rays of the sun
An opera ethereally churned...

Wish could lap up too
An oceanic love uncommonly blue...
Wish to feel the storm
Within me...an elliptical form...
A spiral cyclonic rise...
Wish could I with one Atlantic passion demise...

Wish more could meself me sensitise
So that I could feel the cool of icelandic sighs...
Carried by winds per chance
From a province too far western...

Wish to 'feel' really everything...
The song of cuckoo how tranquility bring...
On hot tin roof...on fire a furnace
Wish to feel how clouds wrapped in designer dress-
Weave unique interpretation of the sky...
How smell of wet grass all mortal sniffles belie...
Wish to be filled with 'feel'...top to toe...
Wish to feel the whole of earth in a single magic show...

thanks My Lord!

My lord...
Thanks a lot
For giving me unsought
Time so eloquent
Time that brought...
Sights and sounds
Filled with meanings not bound
By the real sordid ghastly-a great great bore...
But newer thoughts that on me poured...
As if just I have woken up from sleep...
As if just I fathomed proper Your impossible deep...

the road...the carrier...

The road like a silent summer noon
Slept before me...and the city bred trees crooned...
To make the road sleep...

The sun like the expatriate
Over the sleepy road fret...
For time has him ordained
A few hours only to lay his red kisses faint
On the road...slender...destined
To flow surely towards the horizontal sky...

The red passionate dying solar streaks
Where the silent sleepy road meet
Lay probably awesome memories
For the road to carry them forward to where evening breeze
Had already set up lovely tales of fanciful flight...
Where the city brims over glittering magnesium lights...

Thus the road now sleepy summer noon
Carry the love of the sun dying a bit soon...
To the place where it could bloom...
To where it could surely bloom...

'I want you...'

'I want you...'
Once her voice came over
Across thousand miles...catching one after another
Innumerable cellular network towers...
'I want you...'
She whispered as if something clandestine...
A top secret file...declassified
Coming into open...vaulted for years
In FBI headquarters...
'I want you...'
Her words like rumbling stream
Rushed through me like a supranormal theme...

I can't lie to you...when I lie by you...

I can't lie to you


Can I?

I can't...

So when the hour strikes

I put a stop to my bike rides...

From a roadie you me turn

Into a domestic animal...

I sit silent by your side...

I sleep off like a child...

On your shoulders soft

I my all burden unhesitatingly drop...

On you...

I drop everything...

My cries, wails, angry screams...

My trance...my fatigue...my photographs

My songs...my dreams...my idiotic stuff...

My drawing board...my playbook...

Upon you my restless mountain brook...



I just dump them all...

My morning rise...my nocturnal fall...

My pink spreadsheet...

My intoxicated street...

My telescopic vision...

My abandoned station...



 I can't lie to you

When I lie by you...

Can I ?

I can't...

He took to the forgotten soil...

He was for office late...
So when the traffic jam he met
On the street...he was irritated...
Felt an uneasy disquiet
Within him rising right...

Then through the window gray
Across the street...fully dismayed
He found her...like an alien flamingo
Caught in dust heat bickering show...
His mind...
Recoiled like a gun
He felt he got into his days of fun...
His college days...without cares
Garden punctuated by love struck pairs...
A green widespread look
A poem torn from a scrapbook...
A carriage drawn by horses white...
A rain filled saturday night...
A superimposed picture gallery...
A toast raised...of Bloody Mary...

It took only for him a few seconds
To travel down all those shots once taken...

So he embarked from the car...
Feeling no heat of the molten tar...
Beneath his feet...
On the boil...
He took to the scorching street...
He took to the forgotten soil...

metamorphosis...

'let's begin
A metaphysical dream...'
Saying this like a magician
He brought out a wand...
And...
In his fist clenched a bit
He as if caught the air...
And blew it
The next minute...
To her...
Sitting in front of him...on a cushioned chair...

She felt...
Her essence melt...
Her body
so tempting a glory...
All melt...
All...

Only a ball...
Of fire...not hot...
But like a luminous dot
It arose somewhere from her navel...
And it did travel...
Up up
A journey it made...
Within her... following a line straight...
It went further up
Through her heart...
Through the veins...
To her brain it made a sense...

A sense...
Of being in harmony...
Of tasting the rawest honey...
Of going slow...to a tour
Of being eternally lured...
By miniscule time dripping a glow
Upon her an unprecedented show...
Of going beyond the timescape...
Of finding an untraveled landscape...

Several hours after that sleep
When she woke up she found how on her lap...
A glow worm she did keep...
A glow worm just on shine...
A glow worm translucent...
A glow worm uncovered...nascent...

To...Cool summer night breeze...

O cool breeze of the summer night
Where from you took this flight?
Where you met with your sister rain?
Can't you me take there same?
Can't you create supercool drops
Of my fumes of vapoury eyes?
Can't you show me musical highs?

O cool breeze of my summer night
When you flow with such a delight
There's no reason to think of sultry heat...
There's no climatic imposition on me strict...
Just let me flow with you..flow  forever
From one shore alien to known another...

He passed away..with the song of his wedding day

The demons came like a crowd...
He with his unsheathed sword...
Cried out to make them attack him... loud...
For he wanted to distract them
He wanted to save his dame
Who was visibly shaken and stirred
By the sight of so much of blood
On the floor of the old fort...
She was preparing to court
Death devilish dark...
She closed her eyes but then a spark
Did happen...her inner eyes
Found a strange device...
She saw a simple card...
With a picture of woman somewhat blurred...
Without clothes...the nude figure
In her an escape route triggered...
She knew she would be taking a risky chance...
To save her man...the warrior from sharp steely lance
She disrobed herself calling the hounds...
Asked them to have her fully without bounds...
Only her man should be left to live...
She thus stirred a starving hive
Of hungry bees...
The chief of the demons looked at her
His mouth had all the lust for the fair...
The chieftain made a smacking sound...
He licked his lips...saliva dropped...
His eyes surely then popped...
'Okay...here's a deal...
My men... we could always win...
But now it would be wiser to announce the truce...
Have your leisure...enjoy life's juice...'
Saying this the chieftain signaled
To one of his men who got hold of the girl...
And the battle came to a sudden halt...
The warrior saw how the men
Dragged and pulled away his maid without shame...
'Away...away...you escape...'
The maid cried hard showing him the door...
A rectangular route to selfish freedom...sure!
But somewhere within there was a sting...
He with his spirit drooping
Tried his best to bring...
He stood up finally to fight them back...
He chose to tighten his muscles slack...
But she was by then taken away
Bolted in a room they made her stay...
Two armed men were on the vigil...
He...with savage wounds...
Flung his sword to them kill...
Losing blood so continuous
His eyes didn't give him the sight
How a few more men there stealthily passed...
He got cornered...still he fought
Only more mortal wounds he got
By the fight...he probably sought
To alter his pre-written lot...
All the cries of her wounded man
To the maid's ears eager through the door did land...
She came up to the door
And cried by his name several times...
Her cries...her wails...
Also came to him...
But he knew he had failed...
For his eyes...they were shut...
He was incapacitated...he was lethally hurt...
Only he then had a strange feel
As if through the door bolted and sealed
His maid had come up to him
She for him a lullaby as if then did sing...
He smiled...his last smile though
The angel of death on him did then bestow...
A dream laden peaceful dawn...
He felt then he heard clear a wedding song...

when i live thee...as life...

Watching the green leaves
Fanned by the light and supersoft morning breeze...
And the rays of solar energy
Upon them as a reality...
And the shadow of the whole existence
Casting innumerable mosaic sense
On the grassy field below
Like a light and magic pyro-art show...
I find you my dear...
Like another just born year...
Like another day taking me to the summit
Of eventuality...of another birth...
-A possible reincarnation of me...

Watching the movement of rhymes and reasons...
Running around with some kind of precision...
Performing works,assigned and unassigned...in their daily momentous motion...
I find you there again...
Written indelibly on every grain
Of life spread wide...vast...
Of life taken forward every single day thus...

You , I think, my reincarnation
You, I wonder, my life's potion...
I drink thee my love...my life...
I live thee...through happy hours and strife...

Marie's dance with her dad...

'Now...finally...the thing customary...
Our new bride Marie...
Would have a dance...
With her dad...'
The woman on the podium declared...
Marie knew it was a wrong call...
She knew her dad would be nowhere there...for her...afterall
Hadn't he her left?
Hadn't he away got swept?
She looked helpless...
She looked at people's piteous face...
'tsk...tsk...what a misfortune...
She got no dad to dance with her to the tune...'
Someone made a pretentious remark
She lost her makeup...her face got dark...
And within her she felt a strong hopeless urge
To have a dance with her dad...who lived far...
From her...since the ten years last...
'He could have turned up
Today at least...for my sake just...'
She teary eyed looked on
How people danced with the song...

'He could have turned up
For me at least...for me for once...'
She muttered and went a bit away
From the spot where people danced gay...

Towards the lake...
Upon which lights did a bath take...
There on a wooden pier
She sat lonely with a blank stare...
On the water...still...dark...
Just then she heard 'Hark!'
She turned around...
And with amazement did note
A man with black-silver hair and white coat...
Standing there with eyes wet
Standing there like man beset
With cares of the world torn...
Standing there like a figure lone...

'My girl...Here I am at last...for you...won't you come?
For a dance with me...as I have undone...
All follies made by me...
All mistakes I threw away...see?'

She stood up at once with sudden joy...
Happiness rang within her...and she was buoyed...
'Now I could be the real bride...A proud Marie...
Now with pride to the dance floor I could hurry...'
She thought and tugged her dad fast
'Quick...quick...we can still have a dance...
With the dying music we still have a chance...'

moment of ecstasy...

The vehicle dropped me...
At the gate of the monastery...
Just then sounded the gong
The little ones would start their morning song...
The distant hills under the cloud
Looked like my uncleared doubts...
The trees...
They a murmur did create...
When I hesitantly crossed the gate...
The graveled path unbent
Chose Me straight to the stairs...
All silent transcendentally layered...
The hallway vacant and long...
Still had echoes of the abandoned song...
And He I found seated with an aura
luminous
In His eyes images of my past...
Flickered probable...
'Yes...yes...I know you fell
...'
He...muttered looking at me...
Then His eyes resembled a sea...
Blue oceanic sight they had...
'Sit quiet...here my lad...'
He mumbled soft
And I dropped...
Before Him
Held strangely aloft
By the silence a mystic pose...
I bend forward to touch His toes...
'Disrobe yourself of your thoughts...
And close yourself utmost...'
He saying this went to trance...
'How could I?'
I thought I should Him ask...
But He so calm...not wavered
My  voice was unheard...my voice just quavered...
So I decided to sit...
The hallway by then by the Sun got lit...
I looked at Him...
The high ceiling...
The trees outside...
I felt then a slow tide...
Rising up me within...
A rise...so fascinating...
A rise...so enchanting...
I felt then everything...
How birds sing...
How winds chime...
How on hills snow shines...
How foolishly I so far pined...
How stupid was it to live with reason...
How banal was it to run after beauties of season...
I felt...
Everything...
Every moment then did bring...
An awesome ecstasy...

on a highway nocturnally broad...

I,the knight of the day ,drove
Through the highway by the grove...
And she by me belted to the seat
Slept off...god knows when...
Only by side glance...
By some silent chance...
I saw her eyes shut...

Her eyelids trembled a bit...
By me...belted as she was to the seat...
And the circular orb of moon...
On her sleeping face wrote a tune...
Of going back secure and sound...
By the wayside where few minutes back her me found...
Tired...distressed...fatigued...
I drove the highway big...
The night would be surely long...
But the sleeping babe with moon on her as a song...

I slept not...
I drove...
The highway so nocturnally broad...
The headlamp cast twin columns of light
On the highway dark descended bright...
The glass of the windows on her did leave...
Sighs of tiredness as sometimes she heaved...
Secured and saved she slept
By strings of silvery dreams perhaps draped...

a runaway bride...a poem in dream...

The music was unanimously lousy
And I was feeling drowsy...
The ice on redness did float
Before me...a cubical boat...
Was feeling so sleepy...
Cold darkness creepy
Lurked around in nooks and corners
The evening looked like a serious mourner...
'Afire me...afire me...'
Was I on the constant murmur...
Light from my table top
Ran out of steam
And there it dropped
A few paces before my seat
Like a runaway bride it did me treat...
Tempting and yet escaping
Leaving me gaping...

Then my flame walked in
Having a glass of unknown drink...
She...me thought...stopped...
By me...and my god...she dropped
On a seat to stare at me...
Whispering only 'catch me'...

O what a smile she got!
How by her eyes she me caught!
I moved a bit to her close
Her eyes...her eyes...me chose...

Her polished nails moved around
The brim of her glass in hand round...
I moved my fingers to hold
Her hand like a man too bold...

Just then the dream broke
Leaving in me a feeling choked...
Just then the real beckoned
On my table...I reckoned...
I lost myself in a sleep
In my clutch I did keep
A crumpled ball of my last poem
Which I had curiously forgotten...
 

When love comes back...jetlagged

Three hundred miles he crossed
And when he finally came...
To that small street
He appeared kind of lost...
But isn't this the street
In his dreams for the last few years he meets?
Isn't that Mahogany tree
He in his imagination does always see?
But now on the real plane
He noted how the landscape changed...
A few years back...
Only vans and cycles plied this track...
Nor were there so many shops...houses...blocks...
Now big glassy facades his nostalgic mind mock...
He walked...
With a searching look
Turning silently the pages of his memorized book...
There should be a house...at the end
Of this street where it should bend...
There should be a pond on the left
After a few yards of walk there should be yellowish gate...
There should be...
He thought and walked
As if he by some memorable sight stalked...
But the real was different...
Not with his mind it matched
Instead of a pond...he found apartments...
His reverie got perhaps smashed...
Still he walked with a hope...
He had,as if taken a dope...
To find that house certain...
That with a probable pink curtain
On a front window big...
He again his memory rigged...
And he walked...
'Here...it should be the house...'
He mumbled within ,standing dazed
In front of a house...double storied
With a front garden and a pathway...
Like those unforgettable days...
And now he was in trouble...
He was not sure what to do...
'But when I really traveled
Three hundred miles...
I shouldn't leave without a clue...'
So he thought as he fumbled
Between present and the past...
All tumbling down fast...
So he cleared his voice...
Checked his shirt...his poise...
And then stepped on the door-front
And knocked soft on the wood...
And...the door opened to give him a jaunt...
For there stood in white dress
A nun like figure...devoid of black tresses...
An old looking tired face...
But still those eyes carry that faint trace...
Of fire long burnt...dissipated...
Of love gone wrong...unanticipated...
He said
with a tone...clumsy...
'Are you...if I am right ...Shree?'
Hearing the name shortened
The woman looked straight to him...struck...
She squinted her eyes...
She gave a suspicious look...
And then her saree's end she took
To cover her mouth...her surprised stare...
She looked amazed...
Her forehead bare...
Got a few curves...
And he dared...
To drop the last hint...
'I'm me...Remember?'
 Saying this much he dropped his eyes...
For a terrible storm was about to rise...
Within him....after the long travel...
He looked at his shoes...
Tapping soft on the marble...
She said nothing....
She just stood...
For a few moments...
She just stood like stone...
And then...
There was a whooping cry...
'Why? Why you come back? Why?'
She almost let out a scream...
He knew then storm did begin
A pleasant whirlwind took its claim...
On him...the stupid man...standing lame...
He then felt tired...
Enveloped by the jet-lag...
And fell...
On the woman who could still bear
The burden of love upon her... so frail a figure...

Me and my mistress the rain...

She came to me ceaseless
My shirt, my jeans all wet...
She me caressed...
And the photographer...
Up there...
Flashed His gun relentless...
Taking snaps of me by her embraced...
As I rode...
Through the street a reflector turned
By people temporarily shunned...
Only me and she the rain...
Laughing, rollicking, driving same!

She came cold and shivery
Breaking me into utmost revelry
After a suffocating text
On my windscreen-a lashing pretext!

All shots were taken by Him up there
Continuous shots...with none to share...
Me and she all enclosed
In a super-sensational hypnotic pose...

Only those trees were witness
They perhaps by their swaying heads
Affirmed...and appreciated our terrible weakness...
And they joined us...they swung, they bent...
Our conjugation they heartily meant...

Iris

Iris my maid Latina
Come onto me...
Come you may as you choose
To take me to a Mediterranean cruise...
Across the navy white...across the algae green...
Come my latin maid...on my silver screen...
Come as angels descend
By some unknown providence
Like a benign soft blessing right
Come on me...cure me with your loveliest sight...
Your hair curly brown cascade
Your smile bettering Monalisa...I bet!
Come to awake me
To a lesser but still a Da Vinci...
Come to my fingers like a flow
Doors of the World's Greatest Show...
Of Iris splendor ...an Iridium bright
Come to me to wrap me with a rainbow-light!
With seven ribbons of wondrous refractive length
Come on to me like Godsend...
Empowering me with a frenzy so blessed
Take me to liquid tiny wherein you whiteness made
Colors breaking out  into a wild vociferous loud
Come to me like a religion devout!

her song...light up an aurora borealis...

'Gosh'
He half exclaimed within
Hearing her singing
Her song...
Took him away from his real occupation
On a leather seat in a big hall
Among thousands perhaps enthralled...
But he felt he was all alone
Listening to her song...
Her song...
Caused sun rays to break
Through the dark cloudy flakes...
Caused saplings perhaps to shoot
Branches of love took their strong roots...
Deep deep into his soil...
Penetrating his inner heart...his copper coil...
The coil took the impulse electric
Flashing red red heat...
Her song...
Multiple manifestations caused
He got perplexed and fully lost...
Into the fountain of love and melody mixed
Fountain of joy wet his cheeks...
Her song...
Brought before him the birth of a planet
From a cold cold dark starlet...
Brought before him shapes and sounds
Beats of rhythm within him did pound...
Her song...
Gradually was him sinking into a space
Infinite...long stretched...limitless...
Into a real awakening...
Bestowed with newer meanings...
Her song...
So expansive...so profound...
So luxuriously him drowned
Into a bathtub full of melodious foam
He became at once the discoverer of alien tunes some...
Her song...
All encompassing...omnipresent sense
Flooding all hills and plains...
Came to him like a Holy Spirit
With an Aurora Borealis he got lit...

Marijuana...

'What's the point?'
My friend asked, rolling the joint...
Soon we would be with smoke dressed
Soon we would leave all curses of fate...
And fly...

Soon we would be the king
Soon with teary happiness we would sing
The lake before us would be the ocean blue
We would take into dreams a plunge so improperly true!
And we would dive...

'What's the joint?'
My friend would raise a pertinent point
And we would be rock-stars
Calling this life a big rounded farce!
And we would castigate...

Soon from that downy state
We would rise...
Like Phoenix rose...
From ashes to a divine pose...
And we would rise...

She in me wrote a fat book....by her talks...

She spent several years
With me...talking it out...filling my ears...
She filled me by her talks...
Her Dahlia dreams...
Her tuberose whitish green...
Her past love affairs...
Her vacant mind's layers...
Her novel unwritten...
Her nights' groans bitten...
Her sunny brightest morn...
Her remembrance of a formidable song...
Her days of walking past
Her love, her chaos, her secretive lust...
Her hopes...her tears...
Her getting a strong hard slap...
Her blackish tears...
Her longings...her spaghetti top...
Her bathroom cleaner...her big wide mop...
Her travelogues...
Her lighthouse tall...
Her Virginia Woolf...
Her Great  Great Fall...
Her Subscriber's Information Module-
Lost in water...
Her nom de plume
Of a paperback writer...
Her vision of passions
Kisses moist and tensed...
Her writing it up with fingers
On smoky glass of a casement...
Her clothesline thin and hanging...
Her nights of  party...all head banging...
Her pedicure...
Her hot water bath...
Her broken heart sure
Her Jean Paul Sartre...
Her 'A few Good Men'...
Her flooded lane...
Her lotus flowery pool
Her neighbouring trees...
Her coconut leaves...
Losing dupatta in a breeze...
Her dreams of being a man...
Her  life protestant...
She said it all...
To me after nightfall...
Several years it took...
She in me wrote a fat book...
By her talks...