Forty Rules of Love: A review?

29th December

Brilliant.
Overwhelmingly Brilliant.

Made me wonder: How much of Rumi and how much of Shams, I have in me?

I was living in my heart
Life pushed me to the head..
Shams came to me in Rumi's Poetry
and just before I could turn to Stone,
He melted me, yet again.

A song whirling round and down

23rd Nov '12

Down down down
The rabbit hole
Down down down
The rabbit hole

I dropped my shoes
My pointy toes
Which made me tall
and my troubles small..

Down down down
The rabbit hole
Down down down
The rabbit hole

I dropped my robes
My witches black
And the broomstick brown
With the evil eye

Down down down
The rabbit hole
Down down down
The rabbit hole

I dropped my heart
The pierced red
With a comet's tail
And an expiry date

Down down down
The rabbit hole
Down down down
The rabbit hole

My soul dived in
Pushed to the steep
Where it's dark, deep..
The unknown sink

Down down down
The rabbit hole
Down down down
The rabbit hole
The Rabbit lives
Big ears
Big teeth
But the oxygen's scant
The climb steep, no rope
Still the breathing continues
Heavy
Till when?

Every Bit

26th July '12

Every bit of  joy I had within me

        flowed out in tears

                       drop by drop..

And you ask me to smile?

Every bit of life in me

          walked out of my life

                     one step at a time..

And you ask me to live?

Every bit of me

          got burned up in smoke

                    and ash scattered all over

And you ask me to be me, again?

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.

Return

1st July '12

The nightmare returns
     strikes me hard
                    I'm an invalid now.

Nothing matters now
     Nothing seeps through
                    gets through me.

Someone else fired the missiles
          and I became a casualty.

Everything's unsound
     the mind's undependable
          is like the time machine
               senile, unaware
                    living in different zones
                         in different moods
                              with deficient emotions. 

Kashmir

23rd June '12

To calm
To serene
To the stopping of time..

To laughter 'n' oddness
comfortable, yet not totally there yet..
the journey's begun
will see the end of it too..

To chaos
that erupted from within
the one that's not stilled yet.

Being 'n' Believing

June'12

monoprints, ink

oil pastels, water colours, dry pastels (incomplete)

ink on acrylic