Fearless Fear

Fearless fear.
I turn the dreamy psychoanalytical pages
Of Sigmund Freud to join hands with the
Miles and miles travestying Frost, pick up
the apples and pass on to the old styled
Auden, gather some philosophical tenets,
look around people; some praying
and PREYING upon inwardly the innocent;
yet, many are fear ridden,
I have an awesome fear for the
Lord, God the ever vigilant Supreme;
any act of deliberate amiss
will go for His chastisement,
Quite a few fall in my line,
Fear grips some for the awful
demeanour of the past , the
diabolic devil shaking those
to the roots, even now,
in the nearby cottage, the dying,
almost dead, is fear stricken,
for the stake of his final journey;
the playful schoolboy fears
the frequent indulgence of
the cane of the schoolmaster,
there are many ramblers
fearless of fears ,
Fear stares at all, fearless.

Heaven is the place for HIM

The sweet swan broods,
A silent, melody
Winking at the blue sky,
The brook is liturgical,
Ornithologist , sitting by
my side, marvels at the
covey of birds swoop down,
“with His two legs, ever watchful
eyes, a halo and whirling club,
why doesn’t God descend
to this earth?” maverick he is
he queries, with eyes wide open,
MY Miltonic mood of muse
Responds, this murky muddy
Sinful place is too much for Him,
for Him to wield all at one go,
for HIM to step on and stay,
Heaven is the place for HIM.

Solitary ones

It is the solitary Him with his
Ubiquitous vision of predictive
Protective logo that we worship,
It is the solitary singer on the road,
Cares least for the alms,
It is the bird watcher, solitary
In the forest flies with the poetic
wings ,in search of serenity,
it is the solitary who rewrites
the history of the past
fused in a poetic tune,
the solitary thinker in you
brings out the stupefying
hidden facts to the blind,
it is the unique solitariness
that procreates my creative
bent of mind.

Morning coffee

It is the boiling kettle of water,
Stream s puffing out for hot coffee
decoction inviting many of the kids,
and the adults in the ever warm kitchen
in my mother’s household,
It is the first sip cup of coffee,
that peps us up, for the rest of
the day, it is first sip from the
hot cup with the fine flavour,
that is the propelling factor
for the poet for the inspiration,
it is the morning coffee,
which is a bed coffee for many,
without which a bad morning,
it is the aroma that invites
many a good neighbour
to my house for a chat,
it is the coffee for which
she gave a modelling pose,
it is the coffee which runs
the race everywhere.

Longing

Longing
It is the creepy longing for something
Indefinable, this makes some, hum a song,
In the hub of humanity, it is this longing
which needs seclusion for some to seek,
It is this longing for human kindness which
most of us crave in duress and all times,

It is the longing for its clan
that a crow caws ands shares,
it is the longing for that lonely
rhythm which seeks salvation,
it is this unspoken unique voice
that clings to the Alone,

It is this longing for Thanksgiving
which makes me adore my Avatar,
My mentor, the universal Supreme.

In the forest.

There is Life in the forest,
Life in the flora and fauna,
Life breathes in the tall
pure and pine .

there is life in the forest,
Woodbine and woodcock
Intertwine to vie with peacock,
Parrots repeat chanting hymns.

There is life in the forest,
When sweet water
While scythe intervenes,
rude stem, flows in profuse.

There is life in timbre
and melody flows
as if oaken flutes,
melancholy flows in

wooded, green forest,
there is life for the anthills,
there is life when coupling
snakes , still in seclusion,

there is life in the bubbling river,
life in the colourful fishes flowing by.
life in the primeval forest,
life in the wooded forest.

FROZEN

Yonder, she is milking the cow, the dumb,
to feed the selfish human,
the Blue is pouring dogs and cats,
The maize and the grain bask in
the warm sunlight, high and serenade,
the fields are profuse wet,
oh! Only man’s heart is frozen,
Thaw less beyond redemption,

My memory does not erase,
to think of those bitter
experiences of the past,
to reconcile those harsh,
frozen , shriek, stiff, dark,
it needs ages, insufficient time,
even, time is melted, thawed
into nothingness. Frozen frozen.

Friday night

Friday night
Friday night is illumine d bright,
My home with candelabrums great,
At the sanctum sanctorum,
My home’s altar, where my
Ruling deity adorned by flowers,
Incense and camphor permeates,

Friday night, outside sky is bright,
It is azure, starry night,
There emanates, A song,
notes of my questioning
heart, marvels at the mystery
of the universe,

it is after this holy, Friday night,
I crave for the two days of rest,
Saturday and Sunday,
tireless my mind tired my body,
Friday night is good,
Friday night is bright and great.

Destiny

Destiny
I t starts from the embryo,
enters into all shapes
like a wary conjurer,
taps the doors of success,
tickles the mound of
Pretentitious disappointment,

Destiny is a ruthless politician
Casting words at the podium,
It Slips through the back door,
At times sits in the front gate,
Doesn’t care if it is a bedroom
Or bath shower, or a moving bus,

It is the destiny that engulfed
Many in tsunami globally,
It is the ire of destiny that
Shook the cradles of
ancient Civilisation,
did and undid many wars,

it is the destiny shaping us all,
it is the destiny shaking us all.

The Road Ahead

The road ahead is the road taken
The road ahead is a thoroughfare,
Preferred after a well thought of
Prolonged deliberation, no short cuts,
No ambivalent paths, nothing to bypass,
Only to bypass the impasse,
The road of the past , uncertain,
Despair creeping into me,
I had to traverse the zig zag path,
full of meanderings , pell mell,
the road of the wilderness laid,
thimbles and thistles, pricking me,
the road past leads to the present,
to the distinct future, future of clarity.

BEING ALONE

Like a brooding Dove,
Sitting alone on this mound,
I stare at those unreachable
Twinkling , friendly stars,
Yet am feeling lonely,

I am part of this medley,
am part of this motley,
yet , I am alone,
to feel and comprehend
The Alone,

The bird on the bending
Branch, caws, calls for its clan,
I am part of the crowd,
Yet I am alone,
Sing alone the lonely song.

Amidst this pretentious mob,
Each one of us, left within us,
A movement of being alone,
Sing alone the lonely song,
I am being alone.

A snowy day

No kisses, no homework, no sums,
No toys, no tantrum from mom’s
Duty conscious screams,
for there is no school today.

it is a dark , dismal snowy day,
I see nothing but white sheets of snow,
Mom! You bake cakes indoors,
let me play with ice flakes .

it is a dark dismal, snowy day,
let me go roller-- -skating,
on this day of heavy snowing,
with my teddy bear hugging.

It is a dark dismal snowy day,
But for me it is a lively day.

My bag is full of nonsense

My vanity bag is full of nonsense,
Of silly crab of scribbled pieces
Stemming from my imagination,
Some wiseacres call it hallucination,
I call them poetry, some name them
Jittery, there is no jewellery or lottery,
A plastic comb to set right my
Dishevelled hair, a sticker for my forehead,
Do in Rome as the Romans do
They say, I dare not gainsay,
My quibble craves for some sense,
Some garlic and ginger to pep up
My mood of intense ,
My bag full of nonsense.

homework

Homework
I do my homework in class,
When others go, have a running race,
I avoid the nightmare at home,
for my dad, my brother, my beloved mom,
it is a sinister syndrome,
Sitting in turns with my books,
of various subjects and tricky sums,
if homework is not done,
by canes I will be undone,
homework is a matter of pressure,
if done in a hurried measure,
no fun, no television, no movie,
bending my face to the surface,
minimal homework, more pleasure,
more homework ,less leisure,
I hate homework in undue stress,
I love play more and more
to relieve my stress

Anothr birth of new quantum

Her zeal of salamander is quenched
The orgy of her past deeds,
Slow , shrinks her face:
Janus turns the mirror of
hoary past, rewinding her past,
she sinks into the abysmal sea of life,
surging waves of the ocean guzzle her,
even amidst choking she sings Dithyramb,
sinks far below the fathomless deep,
Retribution on the heap,
She invokes DIONYSUS for
A new life, fresh beginning, clean start.

what groomed me

What groomed me?
It is not the first feed of breast milk
that you did nipple with tender care into
my mouth, when the umbilical cord was cut
you put me in my baby seat,

it is not the hurried washing of the
utensils with minimal water, in scarce days,
after which you hurried me into my school
to seek admission right from my pre KG,

It is not adjustment to get progress
Card signed by you to protect me from
the occasional wrath of dad, not even
the homework you did to save me

me , from being caned by mechanical teachers,
it is not the unredeemed jewellery
you pledged to pay my colleges fees
it is not the concern, you ran after me with

the hall ticket for the exam, it is not the
wait during my return from my excursion
to local zoo, it is not the insults you bore
from counter to counter,

it is the fulcrum of support,
Congenital affection through fallopian tube,
the concern for my well being,
the Prayer, selfless sacrifice, groomed me .

When crafty lonliness bugs you.

When this crafty loneliness bugs you,
You tend to hug the warmth of humanity,
Phlegmatic matter of routine dilutes
Your already thinned nerves,
The warp and weft of your soul’s
craving seeks the inner meaning
of the cosmos, existence,
you read every movement of the crowd,
yet, Supine, helpless, on the podium,
bow of violin goes up and down,
sings serenity in cacophony.