Moon

After   Guardian  (  Moon)        

Ye! Moon, much adored

by committed poets and wise

astrologers ! where did you go

into hiding? Sadly we all miss you.

When you come back in full forum

Of dignity and bright cheers, it is all

A boon for us. From my storied balcony,

You boom like a pot of Luck.

The mid sea reflection of yours

In sail and song steered by prolonged

Journey is a serene  beyond question.

No, you are not a trolley; smiley,

cool and how often favoring lovers

and  birds and travelers !

On earth, a supermarket trolley,

Moon,  you don’t care ;

There  a child claps stuffing

Evening  cake  in your mouth!

                                                                     

my inn

I retire from pomp and show,

din and bustle, retire to homely inn

of simple and low cot.

what are  mansions but show

where flamboyant wavy pet

your drinks and moods.

In this small inn, freedom

with free play, bright sun

to cheer up  with   champagne .

life of simplicity, abrogation of

falsehood and  grin and glamour,

I wear as armour in this inn.

Here is my peace and calm,

Here is my serene and yearn

to weave a carpet of my own.

After a full round of life,

The end of journey beckons

A New Beginning in the inn,

SMOG ( AFTER GUARDIAN)

SMOG ( AFTER GUARDIAN)

 I have so much to write,

 longer than ten novels immediate,

 more and more of themes and takes,

my small head cannot take as much,

though headache sporadic resting

upon my  forehead and  veins,

yet  a commitment like that of

God’s   Boon and  Assured Protection.

Under the sticky fog and smog,

always a  face-mask and  air -purifier,

noisy air pollution and traffic

unavoidable, pouring out  themes

and  thoughts ,colorless shapes in

heaps and  boundary less . pray for

a new  Science  be born to save these

 “breathing and coughing and dying

 too soon”.

Here for me, no love, neither love lost,

But  a  yearning passion to save these

Trodden by  penury and drudgery .

After Guardian( Green Boughs)

   After  Guardian  ( Green Boughs)

My young friends  are dead,

My beloved old generation,

my  bosom pals, strong pillars,

shoulders  right in earnest

moments of grief and  glue,

dipped in blue sitting on the

edge of  sad contemplation.

Girls unwed, those wedded

Loyal to their young exuberant

masters,  now bereaved, in soil

of sacrifice and warfare for the

sake of nation’s honor and pride.   

With sanguine thought steering

always the appropriate path;

All are gone, now;  Peace  and

Glory be to them all. Elders

Now rule the roost,always governed

by stupid rules, stringent laws

over the nation of  historic pride;

“And all my own generation
They have cast into the fire”.

Within a prison of four walls

Within a  prison of four walls

Me  a convict within a

Cell of four walls, all the

Time watching and hearing me.

I am a listener of my own

Heartbeat, faster than sentinels;

Don’t ask me how I landed there;

rounded up in streets by cops

along with others as unruly elements.

Other cases of criminals, not proven,

another cell, lathis and wailings of

shock treatments, pangs of brutal deaths.

A man at the corner has his own moorings:

This vast world, a  shell for us,

Our deeds or misdeeds.

Heaven or haven,we have to make

Visitor hours our time of  bliss!

else, a doleful day of guilt and corrosion,

ruling our passions, also guiltless moments;     

why his life? Why hypocrisy? Why

relentless move and meaningless clatter?

Besides, digging, watering, gardening

we have  to dig into many a dark cells,

water our hardened, palsy smitten spaces

of discussions and dingy rooms, stuffed

with irate ruminations clear up fast.

Heaven or haven,we have to make.

  

  

Strike it up Tabor

Strike it up Tabor

 Strike it up Tabor

We are in  party galore,

moods of singing and dancing roar

Strike it up Tabor,

well tuned strings afore.

My spirits  go about the maypole,

I will be blithe and  brisk,

Hop skip and  jump,

roll over the pole,

merge and mingle in the crowd.

My joints don’t ache,

my thews  grow strong,

We are in a frenzied

 Dancing mood.