Thursday, March 22, 2012

Washing,washing, dish washing.


 Washing, washing  dish washing.

Washing  the   thick layered  soot
 in and   around  the  vessel , addicted
to the  corners  and in  the brim,
the  spikes   of  the  scrub  slippery
beneath  my  quick  moving   hands,
Washing , washing, washing,
Mind   dashing   against   memory galore.
Water in   taps,  slow  moving  motion,
  Foamed   lemonade fragrant
Liquid  cleaner, stagnate  in the sink,
So   much  in the  sink
 also     submerged  in   the  sink   of  life, 
washing, washing,  washing.
Running  the  race  of  life.

Monday, March 12, 2012

At times you feel..


 At   times you   feel..            

Let  me  be   a  worn- out,
half broken, lying    alone   cog
in  a   corner  to be tossed  out
by  hustle  bustle  ragamuffin
in  a   careless   play.
Let  me  be    broken   egg   shells
gathered   amidst   gathering  clouds  
 for  a   warming  nestle;
be  dripping   drops  while 
wringing   clothes, part of
my    drudgery, ridiculous
for   others, let  me  don 
the  robe  of  all my jejune,
crushed feelings  wailing
in  a corner  for  reasons  many. 

Thursday, March 08, 2012

This Cool Moon today.


   This   Cool   Moon  today.

 The merciless   hot  summer 
Bazillion   cogitations  throng  me,
Summer  unsulking  spreads
 every corner  and mood,
Singular   you   stand  and sweat;
Afternoon    passes slowly
 after Vexing  us  all.
At   eventide you  stroll
This  cool  moon  is  not  cool,
Tarnished  by some   subtle 
Intruder,  she  too   unmakes 
Us , our  refuge  in  her,
Our  following   her, our
Longing  for  her company.
The  cool moon  is disturbed
By  some  concocted  clippings.