what is the walking for----

What is the walking for-----

Walking, walking, walking,
walking and thinking, by the
Sane shadow, you call it awakening,
Karma or protection, byzantine
path you walk ,in search of realization,
you seldom value the past, those by gone;
these hard gravels and broken stones
by the melting tar , you abhor for
they are impediments for a smooth
go by; do you feel for those who break
the stones, who in the process break
their hands, the overflowing sweat
and blood which merge ? the massive,
gigantic felled tree , impasse for the
Commuters, yet walking goes on,
Paper boats in the far off pond,
fish in the sieve of the maidens,
play and lagoon , life goes on.

God alone knows!

God alone knows!
The ghostly eeriness in the ICU ward
Competes with the palpitation of
the patient, longing for life,
‘No visitors allowed’ on the board
mocks and tilts on the painted walls,
God alone knows what she wants to confide
in the forbidden state, whom she wants to confide in,
'No visitors allowed ' board still mocks,
The nurse attaches ventilator
an accelerated process of detachment,
God alone knows what is her last sign
Or gesture or poly vocal utterance,
He only knows why no visitors
allowed In the ICU.

change

Change
Like the sounding pages which turn ,
the twitter of the birds on the magnolia,
just as the fast track on the moving slide,
you move for the change, or changes
bounce in heaps ; mound of leaves move
for the better, though fallen;
I hear the gurgling by the brook
Which brooks no delay ,
Sodden, holy , the saint meditates,
cormorants spy and spare not the salient,
the poet scribbles, what is life,
Love, lust and perfumed skin, petrified?
open pages change into closed episodes,
still changes crop up like ghost stories,
many Changes are drops from above.

A song from within

A song from within

In the wilderness of my aching heart,
amidst bushy thorns and pricks,
There is a rhythmic cry of parrot,
Secretly ,serenely creoles but not to the Surfaces,
those in the surface, feel and face the threat,
of the world’s animal instinct grit.
I know you are the Palladium from within
Gyrating of a motive serene,
In the wilderness of my heart,
You are stolid and flaunt .