The “I” hole…

An infinite space hangs doubtfully,
Between the poles of fathom and lost gazes,
Silent like the windswept skies – Starless…

Questions and reasons abscond insanely,
To sink in the pensive storm!
The unanswered scantiness…

The Earth remained still for a moment,
While the fragile abyss broke,
Into tears –

The light didn’t last for long…

You breeze in,
Aerating the shivery kindles
Of my lorn and torn existence,
I Blaze with love at your touch,
It’s the ecstatic moment,
The heavenly fraction of time,
Sweeping away my darkness!

I couldn’t freeze time,
It’s moving like the floating sea,
Whose waves wash away all dreams,
The treacherous “time” betrayed me,
The earth’s still revolving,
and you move…
-away from me; breezing out!

I burn and melt,
Like the faint wax,
That’s spread on the empty floor!
I feel like am evaporating,
My pain being condensed in the air,
into droplets – tears,
I rain on the hollow shadows!

You are an evanescent dream,
You just passed by,
But you touched me magically,
I may not see you now,
But, with every sweep of air,
I feel you,
I close my eyes…and you breeze in!

The Broken Song...

I hear a song,
Echoing from the prisons and alleyways,
That’s being hummed lowly,
Like a vagrant mothers lullaby,
To the innocent cheek that suck dry breasts,
It’s the song of “death”!

It moves like a venomous reptile,
Among filthy rags and rotten mud in the dark,
Whose shadow scares the decaying creatures,
Helpless with wounds of poverty,
Those hang on the streets and holes,
The tainted images from the creator’s hand!

I swipe this portrait with my song of love,
Spreading warmly over shivering bodies in cold,
A song that hovers calmly, healing the ruptures,
It flows luminously in the heart of death,
Whose waves whisper chants of “hope”,
Into the open ears of bony infant!

It’s a covenant song,
Of hunger, of pain and of love,
Tears exist between light and darkness,
I stand there like an angel with broken wings,
While I touch the cheek of that hungry little soul,
I sing my song forever!

Insane Doodles !

I scribbled on the sky,
Some random questions,
I whispered to the sea,
Some favorite dreams,
The sky pierced at my touch,
It did split open for me,
Poured out lovely rain,
Into the sea of my heart,
I stood at the shore,
The waves carried to me,
The dreams and answers,
Touching the tip of my toes!

The Modern Leaf!

The land isn’t raked,
Savage weeds grow capriciously,
Rugged texture of its leaves hurt,
It’s unvisited– the abject of the past,
Floating in the new born sooty mind!

Disconnected and closed,
Swallowing the streams of evolution,
It’s a masked promise land,
It Flows like the fragmentary river-“I”,
The sycophant puppet is buried beneath!

The shed dry leaves lie carelessly,
Just like the austerity of a modern whore,
They spread, overlap and speak,
On the pieces of broken soil,
Lay the leaves of broken “self”!

To see the whole world in a leaf,
Or, see the leaves scattered in the world?
To find my mind on that uncombed land,
Or, is the land spread on my mind?
My existence smells like an illusion!

This vision isn’t raked,
It’s blurred, rather capricious,
The modern “world” floating in each mind,
The ground on which I stand slides,
So, I fly like the dry leaves from ancient trees!

Irk

 

You write,
The lovely dreams,
On my spread heart,
You write beautifully,
The secret stories,
I feel it while you write,
I open my eyes to see,
But, you rub it away,
Even before I read!
I search insanely,
For the lost letters,
Frustrated and irksome,
Grow sharp claws of pain,
To tear and pierce,
Blood all over the place,
Split open my precipitated mind,
I gaze into it,
Find blank pages,
Fluttering calmly,
In silence and death!

You weave,
The garment of love,
Your body with mine,
Closely and genially,
I feel the warmth,
I wish to cover myself,
With that eternal robe,
But, you untie the threads,
Tear it anxiously,
Even before I wear,
Leaving me naked,
Cold,
Desperate,
I find the pieces torn,
Of rejected clothes,
Lying scattered on the floor!
My heart fails to beat,
My mind lost in nothingness,
Numb and in love,
I remember you…

Delete

She sinks.
drenching in the untimely rain
the silent disaster smiles at her
She’s cold and dark,
uncovered.
Drowning secretly within
the outcast virgin
stands still,
wet and absorbed,
she floods in me.

I feel suffocated,
buried beneath the absent soil
the unspoken stories and the unheard cries
are thrown into the ancient sea,
erased.
I conceive darkness
I am the spotless pregnant
The flooding womb wakes up
finds the doors shut,
I sink in you!