prospects

On a night like this I wandered
In few short miles,with you.
Now the barriers widen,
More walls of dead men grow,
Paths become shallow still,
My thoughts lucid flow.
You're still unamazed by my will-
My power creeps deeper into my blood,
Oozes revenge in darkest red,
My image in green slime.
Your shield has no stain of blood
And your golden sword has no battle fought.
The sand beneath your feet has not moved an inch-
Yet you never rust!




Where do I hide my laughter?

As you never came looking
For it,
I gave it to my friend to keep.
Till the time is ripe
And you find it right
To speak the truth
With utter pride
I shall hide my laughter
With my friend

Spreading orange like common morns
My laughter swells to bond
As you never came looking
For it,
I gave it to my friend to keep.

Death

Crying is nothing but an expression  of one of our emotions;just like kissing.

Some people dont like public display…

Thanks for listening to my crap

For all these days

Hope when my soulmate arrives

I shall declare you

Dead!

The performers die young

The silent observer remains-

They ought to become writers

And communicate between life and death.

Smile Upon Summer

"thou hast thy music too"

From my bower-

The earliest hour is the most beautiful gift of a sleepless night!

A serene silence gathers rhythm from the amaze of the rising sun.

Even the ravens softly sing to this tune,

And the street lamps still awake humbly sublime their blaze.

The buildings grey and sand-

Cheer up in a golden glow on the west stand.

A Light cool breeze carries the scent of the green into my room-

And the memories of Landour-alight.

(No hint yet of the afternoon scorch?)

Fills my chamber,mate with the shadows

That are just born,

Tease the gauzy wings of the dragonfly that

Sits and bathes in the early morning sun.

Soon the new born shadows age to a darkest grey

The growing warmth of a new day turn to summer heat of May

A single shrill of spring bird from the farthest green-hides

Alarms-

Twenty-four hours that’s all I’ve got

Rest is all memories –Past

Ticket to Nowhere

Of all the times I thought of running

Away

I missed-the train,or

Lost

My way

Of times I ran out of

Money,or

It was too hot-

Sometimes saved for this day;

Coins,notes and chocolates,

All those scribblings of a perfect weather

Perfect partner and a perfect nowhere

-Today

seems so close,as I board,and I

Have in hand

The blessed gift from Neverland

A ticket to Nowhere...

old

“Elected Silence sing to me

And beat upon my whorled ear,

Pipe me to pastures still and be

The music that I care to hear.

-GERALD MANLY HOPKINS.

 

 

 

~If by chance this come to pass

Distance longer; and

Less fonder, the heart,

And if, the string that bind us two,

Untie and loosen at its sweet will too,

And all hopes turn dupes

For some mistake…

Thoughts that do not hesitate

Deaths or prangs that life will play

With hearts of gold and souls of clay

If cries follow often, laughters

May, but then do not mind..

If I’m not there!

 

 

 

“And thus we sit together now,

And all night long we have not stirred,

And yet God has not said a word!”

ROBERT BROWNING (Porphyria’s Lover) 1842

 

 

 

~The chorus of the evening fall

Faintly upon my ears

From a distance, the bushes scream

In melodious tones but escape

My ears-and years since

I lost my sense.

A single loud cry of the speaker

And I’m a different me.

When in evening I sit and listen

The chorus that for years have been

Stored within

Perhaps the trees are cut down low

And the dwellers lost their home

But the sound in me carries on

It’s the chaunt and the dirge life long

A single flash and I lost

My sensibility to see

The visuals all blurred and

Depressed into reality, a certain

Darkness, which seemed to have

An end but never did

The blackness is a colour,

I cease to see –since then

I’ve felt to see.

 

 

~The fountains of your sweetness flow at ease

And mine in disgustful violence

A smack of conscience and

Creeps in all dismayed tenderness

Hush! All things that may

Have in years taken a tender shape

And future would equally caress

With abundant love-to yield

This joy at which these words pour.

 

 

 

~Man if any more lives on this earth – live by the erotic desire of the body and the soul is somewhat lost into the vacuum of skeleton and flesh – the sound of the flowing blood and its natural redness seems so common –at birth yet the longingness of compassion and relativity of relations have not passed the test of time-is man merely a reproducing organism, is love a promise only for the bride and groom and is that love only to be found in the birth of a child and not at least in the joint effective care for the rest of the people of the world?

 

 

~By chance or by some mistake

Here fades internal injury

Of a glorious kind~

That I had loved, and shall love never more.

 

How secretly sleep love laden

Emperors of the red light zone

Felt ever by the urchins

Hope, call them next to never.

 

Poor falls all winter

On those footpath beds

Brains that rest upon a brick pillow

And laboured muscles on asphalt care

 

Sweet home that dearly called

Oh! ‘Tis a factory instead

Workers assemble to sell their bed

And present a sheltered care.

 

Ever be such love for no reason

And somehow manage to give

Not knowing how hearts ebb

As life sprouts therein.

 

Love that falls like eh! Fall

Chilling thoughts that flood our minds

Oft if we think deeper

They are but free and fine.

 

Hapless goes their love

Like strangers meet and part

Who knows their souls have met

Or, they carry a secret in their heart.

 

Call it more humble

No one knows for sure

Eh! Love what goes undefined

If at all you try!

 

                            ~That willful suffering of mischief

                                       Such love there ever be

                             Never I know who he (really) is.

 

 

~And depths of passion fill, eh! Brain

No words of love could compensate

Who it was, and is today

Whether the same, or a different arrogance

If at all thee pass by

 Will there be love anymore

At first sight..

And hours full of knowledge yield

That thought of silly mischievous

A wild fantasy of awkward heroes

Sound asleep for no tomorrow

                              That same thought of yester years     

Fill my mind to bring more fears

That sound of the compassionate sane

Search wider incase ‘tis a friend

if at all the mirror cracks

All words in mind follow a cataract

If at all thee felt the chords

Flowing in violent chaunts

If at all- all dismay lead

(To) a burning fantasy of a certain eve.

 

 

 

 

~Oh! Carry me back to the past I’ll live

That moment when I felt the urge

To live a longer life.

So soon a life-long lane

Crossed over and rest for end

Oh! Carry me back to the past I’ll live

A longer life, instead!

 

 

~What generous emotions yield this passion?

Of an art so sane in the eyes of an insane

Thus, led to a wailful conclusion

At the descent of Venus.

It is not at all a worthy relationship

For thee doesn’t care-

But oh! A fool to infatuation

‘Tis pains dissolve pills no wonder

Frightened by life’s sudden thunder

At the lustful eyes of youth

What pretty fools to this shameful bliss

How do go on still with that same ease

Yet with keen desire at doubt

When thee least care

Of that dead under life’s shroud

Or, is as equal inclined

Not so a close kin to thine

To visit ‘tis abode so close!

And thus eh! Pauses

Yield unrest in fears

Doubt, agony and shame

What this arrogance led

On a certain eve of Feb.

Hiatus

Evoke such morns of solemn music:

Tuned to a pleasant earthly feel

I arise now with the breath of confidence

Everyday that I live as Me.

Stark stones moss tales of good muse

Past fester dupes,

Present pester brake,

Future plays a silent trumpet!

“Clasp this spell-comes a boon”

Eager ears grasp most music played

Lark-silence is for the heart!

Muse’s music remains..

Regards to your wings

Regards to your wings

These passing days that I don’t fly,

I remember vaguely the reason when I did.

All I miss are those warm feathers that led-

My wishes fulfilled and my whims protected!

That I had not seen the devil howl;

That I had not seen the flood damage;

That I had not seen the sun set;

Till the raindow snatched my ribbons.

And I blamed you instead!

The chill pricks like your absent words-

I wonder whether your wings were my shroud,

The sun burns like your absent touch-

I wonder whether your wings found my arms a support,

The rains wash away every colour that was left till now-

I wonder whether there had been enough red,

Enough blood,

Am left with doubt!