In The Morn

In   The  Morning

In   the  blissful  Morn   crows  caw,

A  wake up call   for  many  a   still  asleep, 

A  cacophony  for   some: chase  away  crows,

Disgruntled  the  humans  are;

Dulcet  is  the  aura  in the  Dawn;

 Bow   and  fingers   up  and  down

On the  violin, your  soul   one

with  a  melody, inner  voice vibrant

with   the   soft  with  the content

everywhere.  Could  be  a sorrowful

recollection  or  rhapsody know not  

the  passive listener  muses   silent.

You  are alone  merging one  with

The universe, in love  with  the 

Seamless  self’s  yearning  for  

Unknown  and   Maya or Creation

Or  even    the  delusive   karma,

In reality  it goes  in the right path

Of   preordained  dictum. Thanking

Heaven   for  all  Graces    benign.

 Finger on the lowest string  says

Something   mellifluous.  Incense

Sticks’  lingering  perfume  is  still there.

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 cradles on  sand

moon  glides

 long  sad  tale

  at   sunset

 return  to  nature

 stretch  miles       

alone

not  lonely

in her  home

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  in its   branch  crow

  a  see-saw  -  pride  

   for  humanity

                              

roof  slants slow

crows gathering

for  lifeless

  crows   on branch 

 breaking   dumb charade

  sudden    show  

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  beyond  your reach

   red  in the  jar

  always  enticing

                                  

" Dark is light enough"

“ Dark  is  light  enough”

Like  batons,  rotten bodies

Unidentified  beyond  clues,     

 Dark  is  always   abominably

gruesome  and  threatening like

the   guns  and   engulfing  fire

till we wait   for  the  Dawn  and

light  shoot up  to   brighten :

fold   and  forest    trees aging ,

ageless  roots  and    stems ,

 plants   and   birds   grieve  not,

sleep in  their   nests ,nestle in  cosy

 coves, till  bliss  of morn  wake

them up.  For  the  soul  in torpor ,

 realization  dawns  at least slow,

but  the   adamant   grips  not 

and     awakening  deserts ,

forsaking   forever. Ocean   and

snowy mountains   know

 accommodate  but  man  is 

obstinate, yet  “ dark is

light  enough”.

   

haiku on crow

crow

   in  its  look   

  third eye  - crow’s   cawing

   beginning  of   dawn

                       

  in its   branch  crow

  a  see-saw  -  pride  

   for  humanity

                               

  Summer  breeze

 British  airways  in

 my dream

 tea drops

triumph of  show on my

white  kerchief. 

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on  the  hill

life   unfolds  philosophy

On its  dry roots

meditation  goes on

Gone are those days of toil

  Gone  are  those days of   toil

Gone   are    those  days  of

log  of  wood   and  fire

with  copper  bottom  utensil

and   deep  fry in   oil

 unadulterated  and  free

of  cholesterol  in  grandma’s

efficient  planning   and 

recipe  with  invitatory  notes

and   sweet  pancake and

rice flour  pudding  dipped

in pure  cow’s ghee,  always

a furnace  burning  and  hot,

the  embers  of log of wood

unabated  so much so  in winter

you can go  and   warm your hands

as  if  in a   hearth  and  cosy comfort.

after  deadline

 white  becomes   black 

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  hugs  daisy   

a child forlorn

in the path 

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birthday   party

dolls   and  kitten  on  sofa

  throw  and catch  dolls

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cobweb weeps

why do you dethrone me

i am by myself

 

   threshold  of  its life

   Calf  vies  with  tether

   bold  venture

 

beneath  the cross

they   by pass  the law

crucification

 

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gods   will  

 cutting edge  of

   doctors’  instruments

  making    dough

 She   recollects  her  son’s

       face

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long drawn  curtain

other  side  is  a

question mark

Black bird

 Black bird

Come ! my little  black bird

Sit on the   balcony,regular

and   review with  a   critic’s eye:

rice or   bread   crumbs,

pomegranate   seeds  or  blended

 grains  thrown  with  care  and bare.

As  I am  a bird watcher, you

watch   and pry  and  read  my

looks   and   hands of charity.

Big  banyan   at  the  backyard

 Now a  good  Samaritan  for

Your ken  and  like.  Sit  and

Serenade   and  visit my nearby

Balcony, you know   I am   your

Friend, my heart  is  your  home

Ceaseless   and   sincere.

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in   April’s cruelty  

 empty water bottles

hang around

her  kitchen   gas  slab

birthday  party

 insects  refuge

 moon  shines

 her   opaque  colour

 shies   away

winding   through   the grass

she  searches  for  the green

 

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hospital  placard

they  pray

gods  sit in our instruments

 wall clock stopped

timer  in the  sun

   set to run

pillow  bloats

she  reads 

 bedtime stories  - tears

 spring  dawn

parrots  on the    jasmine

    swifter   than   the  sun 

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 scaling  on the wall

spirit  of  the night  reaches

 into   sun beams  

 

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blow  a  conch

in the desert  to  wake it

 from   slumber

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   two  year old

  frills  of  frock  unfold

  her dream  entwines

      Sunday  all   corners

 lizard    - breaks   silence

rains – pour  unhappy    

touch   and  go -  

break    into  bubbles

cloud  in  her  eyes

 everything   is   magnified 

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remove  the cloud

you  fly high  in the  sky

spongy cloud

a   fluffy doll on

my  showcase

in between  a   tale-

gardener’s  sweat and  wet soil

 silver  box  pops

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   motorway

wander along  tyre

 endless

drawing  well water

she  measures  the length

of  rope