In a moment of peace

12th June 2016

One is sleeping

            oblivious to the world

            hands spread out, palms open

            receiving the knowledge of the ancient masters

            understanding the world

            in deep meditation

            in sleep meditation

            digesting the day, today.

Two looked here

            smiled at me

and then looked away

she’s listen to music

Indian classical ragas

having a conversation with the ustads

aa aa aa aaa aaaa…

was that an alap?

Three put her paw on the pad

            she’s asking me,  “what are you doing?

            what could be more important than looking into my pretty pretty eyes?”

            the vain one

she knows

            she’s the prettiest beagle in town

            the lively one with the wagging tail

            she knows

            Mumma loves Best!

pass the pickle

31st January '14

Sometimes it’s tough to be yourself

And live your life like you used too..

I can’t hear the world anymore

The seas are calling out to me

In the day

The whales scream

The dolphins spin in the air

In the night

I see the turtles crawling up to me..

I can’t see the people around me anymore

They’re all but a haze

The colours are drugging me

Playing with my consciousness

Tugging me into dreams

I spend the day trying to keep my eyes open..

I feel too much..

The cold pierces in

The warmth hisses

I taste too much..

The pickle I took a fortnight ago

The water I’ll sip in a while

I sense the bewilderment trying to drown me..

You think it’s a phase, just a day

Tomorrow would be different

But will it?

Insomnia

26^th July ’12 : wee hours of the morning

Insomnia too strong,

The effect to deep.

Where have the dreams gone?

The nightmares too, dread light.

Ah! For the deep slumber

If it comes

it may

give relief..

even if

only

temporarily.

Sense and Sensitivity

8th October '11

Loss
Deep loss
Mourning
Bellowing mourning

Mirth died today
With it the youthful joy

Do you belief in rebirth?

--

Oh so the mourning is for a death
That happened a while ago?

So what's with today?

Why is today cast in gloom
Of a shadow which hovered a while ago?

Did u not see then?
Did u not hear then?
Where were you then?

--

These seas of silence
This silent despair
I cannot take anymore

These few words
So heavy with darker meaning
This dreamless night
So cloudy with thoughts
I cannot take anymore

These trembles, So delirious with loneliness
This me, So brimming
I cannot take anymore

Sink

21st July, 2011

Black vipers stuck in the throat
Try to swallow the senses

The senses are drowning
The saliva's a whirling storm

Fingers knead their way to save
They're gunned down by barrels

There's blood in the bloody storm!

Ravens and rodents rot the ship
It's a stinking pothole now,
That what was once a dream.

A

18th March '11

a blank page

a pen

and no words

a poetry without a rhythm

a rhyme which doesn't ring

a night which turns agenda-less

a star which is lost

a friend whose far far away

a friend whose so close yet

a lover whose lost in ideal

a partner whose calculating the logic

a finger which has interrogated every angle

a tear which drops too easily

a straying lock of hair

a sleepy pair of eyes

a commitment of a lifetime

a parting of a week

a song, a sonnet

a ballad, a cuckoo

a nightmare, a dream

a hope, a dawn

Tidings

7th Feb '11

Blue rivers

Crimson wounds

Come together,

It’s a purple world!

Conniving wishes

Splashing on dreams

Expectations brimming

Hitting the ceiling

Green meadows

Sweet smelling flowers

Inviting craving

Circumstantial denial!

Yellow sunshine

Yellow lemon

Yellow allamanda

Yellow dirty eh?

Fragmentary

6th January '11

A shadow that haunts me
sometimes just bursts into fragments of light.
If I'm not too careful, I might just be up in flames.

It lingers when I'm having a happy dream
with visions, with doubts that I could be happier still.
It's almost forbidden,
yet it finds its place exactly where it's to be not.

It's just a reflection, the real's far far away.
Still? So much power? So much attraction?
And that too in an abstract?
A smoke like thing which appears from nowhere
and then also dissolves into nothingness?

It's an incomplete thing.
It could be anything.
It's a thing ahead of itself
which just couldn't finish.
It's a shadow of an unfinished thing
which I hope to capture in poetry, in the least.

Moon's Lullabye

last year's October's writing
October 1st '10

Moons' Lullabye
a bed of stars
a world of twinkling dreams
and my lover got lost

In the midst of the wilderness
my heart longed
for a straying lock
for a deep caress

the long lost notes haunt the sitar
the last kiss lingers venomously on lips
fingers restless
for you, the one whose not there

the bed of stars
spreads across the sky
the courtyard watches silently

Morrow’s song

15^th sept ‘10

I wanna kiss the darkness

I wanna live the dream

The circles round and round , around the eyes

They deepen

The scars at the joint, they bleed, they dry, the scars

They never heal

I wanna kiss the darkness

I wanna live the dream

You kiss, you love, you plead, you say sorry

You walk, you run, you rush, you come back again

You live, you die, you live, you die, you sleep

You wake up again

It’s the same sunshine

It’s the same rain

It’s the same feeling

It’s the same damn emotion

I wanna kiss the darkness

I wanna live the dream

You look, you search, you find, you assure

You know you’ve found it

The answer to the dark, to the shadows, to the loneliness

You smile, you jump, you dance,

You found your soul again

But some day you find yourself wandering on a highway

Trees and flowers and fence on the left side

You walk with a backpack up the road

Wondering which way is the camp?

I wanna kiss the darkness

I wanna live the dream

Back, Kerala, Water

11th June '10

Twilight amidst earthen lamps

Distant music reverberates the eardrums again

Melts it and drops down like teardrops

The dark blue smears the horizon night

And the twinkles fall to the waters deep

The glow then emerges from deep within.

Promises we hear again

Like dreams they're washed ashore

These songs tug my heart like before

Is it alright?

Are we back there??

The anklets trinklets jingle

The locks fall loose

The eyes are full of hope

And heart of everlasting love songs.

4th June ‘09

DRIFTS
Drop by Drop
Drip by Drip
It Drifts
Pull it along
A circle upon another
More circles upon each other
It goes on and on
It Drfits
Drip by Drip
Drop by Drop

LIFE love
High on love
Spirit’s dwindle
Life’s but a memory bundle
Stacked and stacked
Rolled and tied
Pull out the dirty ones
They rot
Oh!
They stink

WILTING PETALS
The eyes refuse to open
To see the written words
In a blink the world went dark……
Shocked open
The dropping petals
Watch the dream unopen
In disbelief

EXTREMELY MODERATE/ MODERATELY EXTREME
What drives the melancholy
Whenever the ink flows
It isn’t such a strain
Still this is what it shows…
Extreme was I
Still extreme but moderated
The ecstasy of the poles
Somewhere lost in the tropics

THE ENDS
Zig-zag trails
The paths wind
What’s there on the other end
I cannot fathom….
Light, I hope
Light, it is
Light of hope
It is, It is


100.5 DEGREES
The pain slowly sets in
The fever begins to tremble
It’s not what you think it is
It’s what you may imagine not
Not food, not thought, not lifestyle
It’s the words, the poetry
It’s in the mind.

Gypsy Chimera

28th September '05

torrent torrid..
migratory music..
vagabond mind..
santoor and table beats..
ragas and alap..
candles..water..light..
eyes and beauty..
beauty and eyes..
your eyes..
my eyes..
no barriers..
A hand raised..
a finger touches me..
Don't do that..
I'll die..
Please don't..
I'd forgotten the feel of you....
I'm too weak..
I'll melt totally..
I can't take the ecstacy of your touch..
aroma..sizzles..
and then fizzles..
tears..
I'd said "No" and u went away..
AS IF A DREAM
or a floating-fleeting nightmare.