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...