Friday, 5 August 2011

LET'S UNWIND


Let's go back to those raw pages
When words had not found pain
Hopelessness had not dimmed sight
Isolation had not marked oceanic distances
Tears had not coursed a way through joy
Sculpting a jagged path amidst innocence
Death had not bereaved solitude

A smile had lit the irises of the eyes
A dream had welcomed each night
A hope had shown us the way
A hand had extended in support
When I had tripped and was about to fall

Lets go back to those days of speechless empathy
Look into each other's eyes
And find thousand stars glimmering love
Let's start afresh my friend
Let's begin from the very beginning

Saturday, 9 July 2011

LET IT RAIN


As the somber clouds stoop low
On the countenance of the earth
Suffocating her benign breath
Almost engulfing her very existence
I pick up my pen
Not to discuss the impending rains
But the ordinary routine lives of thousands of men
Who toil every hour no less for survival
Than to nurture mediocre aspirations
Which give them purpose to push on
A little more than the rest
Who beguile life with their unimportant dreams
Like perhaps loosing a few pounds
Or passing an exam
Or more mundane insignificant things
I too am one of them
And today as I sit by my big window
I wish it pours like a mad squall
Brushing past my equally unambitious thoughts
Washing away all the drudgery of hard,
Sometimes half hearted work
The diffidence of not winning
The desperation of a battle
The defeat of an imbecile
The cry, the festering wound, the inchoate prattle
Every murk, every grime
Every bead of sweat
Every drop of moon beam
Each ray of sunshine
Let the rain deluge the earth
And its army of slogging men
Her doddering civilizations
Her dwindling fame
Let it merge in chaotic rhyme
Into the solemn symphony of endless game
Today just let it rain...

Sunday, 17 April 2011

RAINS


It was not a bright morning
The clouds seemed to hover around
Dark, stooping, frowning
Throttling sun’s gaiety
Blotting warmth with thousand
Rasping breath
They bore down heavily on earth

The afternoon was interplay of
Shadow and light
It drizzled a little all of a sudden
And then stopped whimsically
Enveloping the trees with
Claustrophobic suspense

It was an early evening as Sun
Went home westward a little too fast
Without pausing or looking back
The moon covered its face
Under the coverlet of dusk
Tossed and turned before falling asleep
The stars went romping around to
An unknown land

I sailed out umbrella in hand
For my evening walk
The paths were slippery
Puddles and pools dotted abound
Carefully skirting the hurdles
I picked up speed
Inhaling deeply the rainy wafts of soil
O’ what bliss!

Now its night pitch black
Plok! Plop! I hear the flopping
Noise of the droplets
Slithering off the palms
Of the exhausted fronds and leaves
A heady fragrance hugs the breeze
Some nameless bloom
Woken up in the lap of darkness

As I sit in front of my big window
I wonder whether it will
Rain pell mell after a while
Drenching, drowning creation
In a frenzied downpour
Quenching thirst, want
Desires unleashed
Will it melt the sky?
Into cascades of torrent
In the arms of the earth
Uninhibited, unbridled, impassioned
Will it whisper into night’ ears
Songs unsung, tales untold, poems unheard
May be or perhaps not
But I shall wait just next to my window
Endlessly till the dewy dawn
To witness the earth and sky
Be one in divine embrace

Thursday, 24 March 2011

FLOWING THOUGHTS

Life goes on like a prancing stream
When I wake up from my dreams
I shall feel the rugged stones
The jagged ends
The uneven tones
Till then let the ripples dance
The dreams waltz
The stream prance

SCATTERBRAINED

I am alone
Once again
With my thoughts

I am alone
Once again
In the rain

I am alone
Once again
In the shade

As the rain pelts
I take shelter
Under the shade
Of a friendly tree
Laden with fruits
Leaves and branches
Chirping birds
Humming bees
Blooming buds
Petal hugs
Pouring thoughts
I am alone
Once again

I SCRIBBLE

I have lately got into this very bad habit of scribbling - as soon as I can snatch a piece of paper, be it the corner of a yellowing packet, old/current newspaper, screwed up paper balls (which I straighten out with great care), dog-eared slice of a page, in short, anything and everything, which falls within the category of papyrus, my pen goes crawling all over it and lovingly so.

Lately, I have also found a fascination for haikus, though my mentors tell me I got them all wrong when I try to create one and that I should get some help in the form of workshops, www.simplyhaiku.com, tutelage under Kalaji, the well known internationally acclaimed haiku poetess etc. etc. But stubborn attempts as you may call it, I refuse to take the good and sane advices extended and keep on scratching on virgin lands scripting thoughts which even if go un-etched, will not bother the world at all.

So, coming to haikus – mine are never what they are intended to be. At best these may be called “shykus” as I shy away from conventions guarding this unique form of poetry or “trykus” as they follow the hit and trial route. One of my net friends coined her own fiasco as “mykus”. Borrowing the nuance from her kitty, I write on. Given below are some of my pet disasters. It depends on the reader’s imagination to fathom what they actually are and under what caption these may be placed:

Weekends
Jotting down chores
A day’s too short

Savings
For old age
Dwindling assets

Lost my way
Turning around
Bump into a dead end

Reposes serenely on
A sheaf blank
A page mark

I scribble
Scampers past
A squirrel

A few drops of rain
My Elovera
Is green again

A few drops of sun
Blooming lilies
So much fun

An old film song
Waft in air
Memories fond

A few stars
Dancing in the pond
Glimpses from the road beyond

At this bend
A cluster of thoughts
On strained end

Crumpled in a purse
Old and yellow
A forlorn snapshot

SO MUCH TO WORRY

Hurt myself
Right knee, wrist in braces
Tapping the keyboard
Painful, takes time
Red gashes, blue black bruises
Burn in the night

As I look up
Cobwebs meet the eyes
Prismatic in the sunshine
Unwashed piles
Heaped in the tub
Study desk littered
With papers unclasped
Bills to be paid
Letters to be replied
E-mails to be sent
Notes to be filed
Unfinished readings
A few DVDs bought
Still not watched
Kitchen unclean
Sink’s overflowing
Dirty dishes, cups ‘n pans
Leaves in the garden sag
Yellowing at the borders
Fertilizers
Laze in one corner,
Unused
Pet yelps throughout the night
Worms most probably
Gonna see the vet
Some day, alright
Warm clothes dumped
On the bed
Summer clothes stacked in
Unpacked not yet
Phone from the bank
“Can’t come,” I said
Cupboards in a mess
So is life…..

So much to worry
No time in hand
Doctor’s prescribed
One week’s rest