we meet up there...at the Milky Way fair...

Come my darling
Let us leave
This reality check filtering us like a sieve
Every moment every passage of our words
Through the air, taking us sadness towards...

Come...
Let us just wear our spacesuit
And scanning of our stream root....
We go straightaway
To the star-studded Milky Way!

A way always filled with twinkling delight
A way towards unending dazzling light
A way to meet nebula and other celestial mates
A way leading to the Heavenly blissful state...

Come...
Let's go away stupendous
Flying by wire we would pass
Dead stars, new born ones...
Filled with abject thrust of wonder
Filled with dark as dark as Light
Filled with a Skylark's supreme flight
As someone discovered and prayed
To gain, after a revolution left him dismayed...
As someone after falling on life-thorn
Feverishly wished in his Ode with the object to be reborn...

Come..
We do a recourse...
Leaving our all pains and remorse...
We do meet up there
At the Milky Way... fair!

a white canvas and a poetic ecstasy...

Seeing the canvas white of you so spread
Front of me laced with cool afternoon shades
Of lonely village roads and shops unopened...
Methought how beautiful it would be to paint
Your all with my flamingo spirit untainted...

Methought the walk down the alleys would forever last
You by me walking smoothly just
As the days smoothly pass the baton of dreams to nights
As nights pass off to sleepy mirages awakened finally by the lights
Of several shooting suns set by passion ablaze
Months feed on the passage of countless days...

Seeing you thus spread like a white canvas
Wish my days and nights would forever pass
With dreams so savory full of love newly discovered
With a strange sense of fulfillment me thus showered...

All paints and poems become so useless
When they come across your white printed dress
O how I am gifted by wings of fire really flightless
O how am I bowled  over by your existence whitest ...

God!when you provide me with such canvas bright
Bestow also on me molecules charged with poesy right
So that I could burst into a massive nuclear explosion
Could I catch my love always in dreamy motion...
God! make a day like this come again and again
Rocketing me up and beyond all prosaic plane...

like a vine you me entwine...

Like the vine you me trap...
Closing in all my time-gaps,
You me with a myth entwine-
A myth only written on books mine-
A myth no where else to be found...
You make me Prometheus bound-
To a rock as a punish so deserved
For stealing the fire of you, my Zeus,and served
Me with an ample opportunity
To be thus living on your piety...

O you're so sacramental
You serve me without fail
Seven diktats to abide by...
With them you me tie...

How many times I wished to break away
From your clutch to another day...
Another time of freedom beyond everything...
But your vines...they forever closing in...
They hold me, they me wrap
They forever me entrap...
With flavor of honeysuckle on bloom
They leave me with little room...

Your vines...
They've become a part of mine...
If I grow...they also grow
Like a myth growing slow...

But...with the passage of time, the myth expands
Spreading slow across the time of sands...
Like a rumor it spreads true...
A story of me and only you...
A story having mouth-to-mouth
Circulation from North to South...

So me a Prometheus and you a vine
We live together, we live entwined...

by your talks...

By your talks you caught me adrift
Your words towards you did me shift...
Your talks...
Starting with your tender days
Your state of being amazed
By the splendour of the butterfly wings
By the cloudless sky under which the baul sings...
Your talks of reaching your puberty
Of you being lured by the boys of the city...
Of you being pulled out of your innocence
By some physiological external change
Which also touched upon your mind
You being touched by blood blind...

From those talks you also move ahead
To that day of you which you led...
To me perhaps on one unknown strange morn
How you got curious by a voice torn
Singing a song you must've heard
In your bygone days from your the then youngish dad...
A ballad song of a sailor-man who did narrate
His memory of his little daughter whom he had left...
On a faraway distant land of dreams...

You were then not known to me
I was then left in a salty sea...
You thought in your silent talks
In your mumblings of midnight monologues...
'Why this man always sings the same song?
Is there really anything wrong?'
Thinking so you one day
Came to sit by me to say...
Your words of your heart coming spontaneous
Carrying the water of the river Beas...


By your talks you introduced me
To another world of seeming futility...
To another world where poetry could only evoke
Thunderous typhoons creating a havoc...

You by your talks inched forward
To me and knocked hard on my door that barred
Out all passionate rise and fall...
But you put in your might, your all...
The door by the constant push
Once gave in, broke off loose...
And you then entered with all your force
You just threw away the lock-jammed doors...
To the wind of the time of spring overwhelming...

Once gaining entry your talks again pour
Talks of love and passion more and more...
I just a straw float and sink
Forever by your talks you fill my pot of ink...
You fill me to the brim only to make me empty
You fill me to the extent of my maxed out satiety...

you missed it all...didn't you?

Carried by the cuckoo's intermittent cry
I by your earlobe fly...
You do not notice...do you?

Perhaps you had missed
The touch of mine when the afternoon breeze kissed
Your lips, your cheek...
Your neck sweaty sleek...
Perhaps you had overlooked
How the breeze of the evening away took
Your summer night's pinkish dress...
O how the breeze then on you pressed
Its vigour too powerful for you to disobey
Its strong musky smell then on you it did lay...
As a sheet of curtain unseen...
As passion writing it all on your skin...

But you perhaps missed it all
For you didn't notice how even passion fall
Onto you, as the afternoon breeze pass by
And red liquid dreams of dusk also fall from the evening sky...

fusion of hearts ...after a decade...

I have never thought
Ten years apart
I would see you again...
After a decade drained...
A decade dear...

One hundred and twenty months spent
Bearing an irreparable dent...
Right there undisclosed within
Now far away from all the din
And bustle of my youth...
As I come to discover the truth...
I see you there...sitting cross-legged
On a stone simple and cold
On the top of a hillock old...


The silent mountain range...
With gold of the morn as dazzling paint-
All over them just added to the scene...
Silence crept how gradually in...
My sense of all youthful desire how dimmed...

Slowly the fire died...
As if rain tranquil fell from sky...
I just looked at your post
Your wave-less, undisturbed, modest coast...
I just looked at how the glow from the hill...
Spread like a numbness of some picture still...

I,don't know why, though,
Sat on the hard rock low...
And imitated your posture true...
Cross-legged sat I front of you...
And closed my eyes like you did
And started my silent plead
To make you open your eyes for once
To make me meet your eyes perchance...
But...a voice to me never known
Told me in  a whisper tone
That if my love is really perfect
I should let it flow unchecked-
Not by seeking a physical course...
But by seeking it along that wave-less shore-
Of you so truly with the silence aligned
In that complete sublimation only could I find
Your soul taking the shape of a ball
Going up and up without the fall...

With closed eyes and legs in fold
My energy which I so far did hold
Followed how smoothly your rising soul
Following you I became another ball...

Two balls of energy went up
Defying gravity that made everything drop...
In my closed vision I saw
How glowing twin balls raw...
Went up and up beyond mortal frame
With all the possibilities of a fusion same
As that takes place usual in molecular phase
As fused molecules bond in energized stage...

O then I truly discover
Love could carry such a divine power
Love mine met and fused
With your love so unamused...

O then tears from me fell
As if they ran out of my glands to you tell...
A decade false had gone away
A decade of wait had seen the light of the day...

would love to you compare...

Would love to you compare
Not with a single tree but with a whole forest dear!
A whole forest of trees of different dress...
Light, dark, deep...greens of different shades...

You're light green
When you're spring...
Then in summer...
You're on the side of being dimmer...
In the rains...
You bring to my sense
All of your cries and sobs and tears...
Erasing my spring night's cheers...

Your multitudinous display of existence
O how in various ways your pretense
Come to me overriding my earlier belief
How the greenness drops off in autumn from your leaves;

I also rise and drop,
By your colors hard and soft...
I be a bird...and a bee
And wander about your forest to see...
How honey gathers in your flowers...
How you get freshened by unexpected showers...
How from your fertile ground-
Trees erupting to life...often found
And Life from the Dead...
How I see there often reincarnate...

You're a big forest dear
In which I lose myself every other day...
Your big long trees...
Your embracing vines...
Your mossy pines...
Your flowery shine...
Your cacti state...
Your dry dry chest...
Your dark deep profound maze...
Your moonlight drenched blurry haze...
All help me to lose in you, my way...
Every season...Every other day

At the office...and out of it perhaps

'It seems you can't even me recognize!'
You uttered distinct rolling the dice
To me when I just entered the office...
A hectic day...several paperwork to suffice
For...so really I didn't notice you...
But your mouth freshener that always you chew...
Got that smell quite early...
Even before that I noticed your hair curly...
On your creamy shoulder disarrayed
By the wind of the day on you having played...

Your black and olive green combination
Your attaining a vantage position
Right there at the entry of my cubicle of heart...
Right there where the boss hung the flowchart...
Of the next assignment in horrific alphabets
Written in bold blue on a white board plate...

Noticed how you moved effortless
From one cube to another without stress...
As if you're the butterfly of the workstation
O how you bring poetry in your motion...

With papers in hand and the gold bangle
You move smoothly, only me you tangle...
Your formal smile, your casual look
Your opening of the ledger book...
Your positive frame, your discreet hints
Your sunglasses on your head with brownish tint...

Hey! I noted it all down...
Your last summer's frown...
Your laughs like tremors...
Your Chivas Regal night so infamous!
I noted it all in my disc...
Your ways of putting yourself in a risk...
One day over a cup of coffee
Standing by the empty window....
Your mumbles, your apostrophe-
Thrown purposefully to me...

I recognized every single bit
You moves, your Saturday treats...
You Monday blues...
Your Tuesday shoes...
Your Wednesday ashen...
Your Thursday fashion...
Your Friday dry...
Your Sunday sky...

Hey! I noted it all down...
Though sometimes I choose not to own...

Had I been an archeologoist...

Had I been an archeologist
I could have unearthed with professional care
And meticulously made a long list
Of things left by you under my soul unfair...


Like that image of the mango tree on one monsoon
When you and me picked up unripe fruits which fell us upon...
As if the God Himself thought it wise
To throw mangoes on us from His cloudy sky...
And how we ran to a shade
And I skinned the green mangoes with a blade...
(Which, many years later I used again
To serve me with some ample pain!
But that's another story...grayed...
Wish to leave it there unsaid...)

Then one morning bright
After exams we took a ride...
To an aborted power transformer house
Remember?our games there of cat and mouse?

Then you one evening came to our house
With a shy face, wearing a white skirt and a red blouse...
Requesting my mother(who was then alive) to let me stay
For a while at your place for your Birthday...
O how we played the whole evening then
Cris crossing our township's all too familiar lanes...
Remember how we played hide and seek
How you played on me a foolish trick...
You took someone's shawl and hid under it...
On a lonely bench like a ghost you did sit...
And made eerie noises like those when ghosts sneeze
I staggered and fell off by you, the ghost, completely seized...
O how you broke into laughter then
Seeing me on the ground grimacing in pain...
But remember you pulled me up from the ground
In you then a fairy I found!

Had I been an archeologist perfect
I could have my museum decked
With artifacts and scrolls and relics ancient
Of our long lost days, and preserved them...

run away you should....flee you must!

When you could so easily wake me up
By your soft soothing touch
On me a sleeping child
By your whispers mild...
Why then you didn't think of the consequence?
Why then you didn't foresee all the fences
That could come in between you and me?
Why now you contemplate
To run away with dread?

If you can't really stay
If the daily schedule in such a way
Create constraints irreversible...
You now, as I am somewhat weak and feeble,
Put me again back to sleep
To my purple dreams that still through the mist peep...
And run away...run away...

Run just away from me
As cruelly you can be...
Go away as fast you can
Putting a totalitarian ban
On me, my verse, my blood
On the doomsday ushering flood...

Run away maid...
For I know you dread...
Greater mishaps...catastrophe
Losing your cherished Champion's Trophy...
For nothing...for no cause just
Run away you should...flee you must!

how you ,my mare, help me scoff at time...

Watching you on run
Against the backdrop of the setting orange sun...
Your golden locks on swing...
Your jogs by the beach every evening brings
A spasmodic disorder mine...
And I just sit under the shade of liquid time...
And watch how oceanic ripples and waves lash
On me...on the beach how watery flow against boulders splash...
And send shooting miniscule spray
Smudging the thin red lines between my unforgettable days...

I just sit there entombed
By the passage of you- my mare... like a foam
Of bubbly wonder and beauty so amazing
Of white white surf me always teasing...
To wake up from my slumber untimely
To wake wide open and to be inundated by your glee...
As you run on the beach of golden sands
As you broaden the scope of my horizontal trance...

So I finally stand upright
Throw an ignorant smile to the tides
Of Time still lashing up on my shore,
For your run on the beach had poured
In me that sequence of a mystified puzzle resolved...
 You, my mare, when me thus by your run called
How can I sit back leaving everything to Time?
How can I ignore what really I pine?

Watching you on the run
Against the curious backdrop of the setting sun...
I for a day shake my slumber off
Passage of liquid time I just scoff...

when the morning of March, does a remake...

Why this mist? why this fog?
Haven't found them in any earlier memory log...
The month of March is at its end
But still the streets of me why thus send
So much of mist and chill?
Why in the air the wintry nip I feel?

O my winter is still there
Painting me with frosty-color...
Still there is a curtain cover
Of translucent energy dropping like tear-
From up there the fantastical Heaven
Making oblique...the crossing of seven
Streets without hurly burly
The city is yet to wake up early...
A few thirsty walkers like me crowd
In front of the tea-shop, covered by misty shroud...
A few newspaper boys are cycling fast
They are to send across the news of the century last...
To those houses sleepy and not woken
News of wars not yet broken...

The city street like a lame tired dog
Lies upfront, as I get bogged
Down by the misty foggy dawn
Ether drops spread on my city's greenish lawn...
One by one the flowers would soon wake
When Morning of March does a remake...
Of the last three months of the year gone by
Of the seasonal memories... which never die...

she shut me down...

'So that's your original sin
Your dreamy lines...I mean...
Do you know how many times you did break
My self-imprisonment to the far-off hills you did shake?'
She told me once when
The afternoon street hot met the cool evening lane...

I was made incapable
By her eyes kept on me stable...
I looked at her long eyelash...
Felt like me being smashed...
I looked at her hands how kept together clasped
And her eyes how my eyes geometrically mapped...
I looked at the small mole on her upper lip
I looked at her sweaty nose-tip...
She seemed too anxious and eager...
She seemed coming to me to push a dagger...
I fumbled like an idiot for a single word...
I was afraid of being put to a sword...

Then she laughed out loud sudden bright
And gestured as if it was all right-
Not to keep on answering her every query...
Not to be burdened by extravagant worry...
'I love you best when you fumble
Cause that makes you before me too humble...
I love you cause you know me well
I love you for you my pains do swell...
And  you also help me to make out...
You're there for me always, no doubt!'

Saying this, she put forward her lips
To plant probably on me her out-of-the-world kiss...
I don't remember what happened next
For I lost my all perceptive jest...
I just know I was feeling like being drowned
And she like a blocker, me fully shut down...

the night when rain mixed with music insane....came onto her...

It was raining mild that night...
And she returned home alone all right...
But the inner struggles broke her beyond console
'How that bloke could easily trample my soul?'
She thought and felt losing hope
She felt she needed some kind of a dope...
For she couldn't come to proper terms...
Losing her heart to someone with outward charms...
She locked the door from behind
She was about to lose her mind...
A desperate glassware somewhere within fell down
Fell and smashed to umpteen pieces like useless rubble be found...

Then feeling clumsy and agonizingly tensed
She went to open her white curtained casement...
To let the air of the night moist into her full
To make her boiling temperature receive some cool...

And then across the window shaft
She saw the piano man with attention rapt
Playing on his piano mindless of the night...
Playing to create a music mindless of all fights...
She stood there...drenched by the drizzle that came
To fall on her dry heart...wetting her the same...
The way it wet the street below and the flower pots...
The way it ended the expanse of the horrible drought...
And the music as emanating from piano-man's flat
Came to her like a love filled chat...
Came to wrap her all wounds still fresh...
Came to touch her wet, and leave a moist trace-
Of love blooming everywhere still unnoticed by her
Of love taking shapes of unusual stars-
That fall every night and day from the sky...
That fall specifically when we heave long heavy sigh...

The music and the rain colluded to make
Her get around from fallacious take...
She just stood there and watched the rain
Splashing onto her, on the street, mixed with music insane...

being in the country...is like living twice for a city-pent me...

This cowshed...the smouldering smoke...
This forest green...small huts...a city-dweller me broke
And ripped me apart, perhaps, with the object
To recast my inner self...so far maligned and faked
By glossy vignettes that hung around me...and the city...

This vast openness meeting up to kiss the sky red
This panoramic view of tombs of the dead...
Punctuating like small pauses on the field...
Really broke my glistening over-protective shield...

And...
And like a colt just set free to run
I plunged into the mustard field with joys reborn
And believe me...dear...I took no back 'U' turn...
I just sped across....
The layers of my accumulated urban moss...
And ran and ran...
As if I was in a marathon...
Miles of greenness I swept true
Being so canopied by the sky real blue...
Miles of memories I just jigged and jagged
Threw away my branded exorbitant rags...
And like the Adam without clothes...
I just followed His superior toes...
Just followed Him blind...
Buoyed by joys of meeting the omniscient...

From a city pent man to the unengaged soul
He how lit fire on my wet heaps of coal...
O how the brief sojourn
To the country, me torn...
And brought me only to Him...His lost son...

How He with Nature worked as a team...
To fill up my dark with dazzling light-beams...
To rekindle all of my undiluted past...
To make me live twice fully recast!

 

wanted very little from you dear...

Wanted very little from you dear...
-Only a few beads of your sweat
On your shoulder that once made me a poet...
Only your sprawling arms spread...
That took to me to the recesses of heart so red...
Only your one liner pure
Which sent aftershocks, for me to endure...
Only your placing of your hand
On my slippery, vested land...
Only your smell of eau de toilette
To a sweet trance of charms which me take...
Only your sitting ahead of me on that bus seat
Your hair flowing towards me to greet...
Only your slowly emerging smile...
Your unmindful walk across my stone-mile...
Only your suppressed hint
Of naughty chewing gums full of mint...
Only a glass of water cool
From your cleanest loveliest pool...
Only a few minutes of silent talk
With you when the night takes the day's stock...

Few things and moments thus
From you to me you just pass...
Very insignificant lesser elements
Providing glimpses of life sans chains...

Wanted very little dear...
A few trivial dreams...
A few sparkling tears...
A few rosy wings...

By what name will all these be called?

By what name will I call it?
When the season comes like an unexpected treat?
When the summer is on her way and
I on the motorway somehow land
With the same old chassis but a mind new...
And asphalt road begins to melt
And the spring and summer both can be felt?

By what name can I call you?
A mere friend who with me once rode
A few kilometers down the springy summer road?
A mere lover with whom I transcend
A few city streets and alleys that to urban bliss bend?
Or a presence like some kind of a vapor unmistakable
Coming to me sometimes like a strong image...sometimes feeble...

I on the vehicle to and fro the roads still run
Being kissed on my neck by you, I turn
Left to the red red mosaic plates...
On walls, on pavements, on rusty iron gates...
I turn right again after some time
Finding a tree so green and sublime...
Full of political hopes and social uplift
O with you on my back, I just perpetually drift...

By what name will you call me?
A man engaged into kind of blasphemy?
Or a man vagrant and young
Always tempted by your summer evening-song?
Or just an old chassis and a mind in flux
Running after beauteous folds, dawn to dusk?

a love-pinched day...

When love did I discover
For the first time ever...
In her eyes like unseen water...
Felt like had been gripped by an awesome fever!

A fever that shook me within
A fever causing rapid breathing...
A feverish stirring up that made me bold
An untasted music me that moment told
That I could probably do any damn thing for her
I could topple unclaimed heights so far...
Felt like I could even fly like a bird
Felt like I could even the God dare...

O what a strong and confident man I had been then
By her eyes my soul being trained...
Remember how on that fateful day I traveled
Aimlessly from shop to shop....searching a gift marvel!
Went into a bus...descended at an non-designated stop...
Then caught a tram which me dropped
At a junction crowded and by noisy people packed
But all the sights and sounds made upon me no impact...
I just floated like a light feather...
From one part of my city to another...

Every thing I saw and heard that day
Took me took to her curiously straightaway-
School children from school coming out jostling
Thoughts of our children to me did then bring...
After seeing sarees on display at the window
My love-pinched mind her saree-clad image did show...

When love I did discover large
Fanciful mirage did only in my eyes emerge...
And I just floated and floated like a feather
Floated aimless, vagrant...hither n thither...

waiting for a letter refurbishing Paradise Lost...

Last time around when you had sent
Your letter to my door
Only your sad satiety you did pour...

The season was that of rains...
Thunder and lightning flashing on my window panes...
The trees bent and swayed violent
By the agony you me through your letter sent...

That season stayed for two months wide
The river between us got swelling tides...
The fishermen then didn't dare to out venture
Tornadoes were spotted on radar sensors...

That season had gone
Taking away all the wrongs...
Now that the cuckoo herald
Spring refurbishing all that dulled
With hopes of regeneration green
With dreams of happiness like events foreseen...
Wish to get from you another letter
Filled not with stormy matter...
But with pictures of blue sky dotted
By birds on flight in peculiar formation spotted...
'V' shaped flock of avian wonder
You coming smiling on my view finder...

Wish as soon as this scribble mine
Reach you by this morning fine...
You would surely take up your ink pot
And dip yourself to create colorful dots...
On you, and on your letter newest
And send that to me at the earliest!

Waiting with bated breath
Letter from you that would me take...
A letter to negate the earlier post
A letter refurbishing Paradise Lost !

Poetry can leave me but i can never leave her...

Poetry can leave me and go away far
But how can I possibly forget poems left by her?
How can forget so easily her words
Drowning me and taking me forever towards
Those days of poetic trance coming relentless-
With poems aging and old, poems so restless-
Poems so much full of youngish blood
Poems resembling the disastrous flush flood...

Now that she's packing her bags in a haste
Leaving me a bunch of papers, a terrible waste...
I just try to find poems in her sky...
But find only farewell speeches how there scattered lie...
In gray black shapes of floating heavy forms
In dark, sombre, embittered prosaic norms...

But then if poetry can leave me and go away far
How can I say boldly I never miss her?
Hasn't she for me brought morning dewy drenched flowers?
Hasn't she brought from heaven the ethereal showers?
Hasn't she made her empty on my tiny heart?
How can I lie when she and me part?

Poetry can always leave me alone
But I can't leave her, never ever torn...
I would still cling to her, begging her to stay...
I would still ask her to gift me another day...
A day without tussle, without gunshots-
A day filling my gray 'vacant lots',
A day coming again to make me wild
A day bringing to my ears music mild,
A day even more dazzling than a diamond
A day starting with a fragrant dawn...