One day on the sands of beach ( after Guardian)

One  day   on the  sands of  beach ( after Guardian)

One  day   he  came  back to the
Sandy shores  after  so much of  rumination;
The Blue’s  charm  and majestic  roar
Enchanted  them with a  permeating glue.
Invincible  power  and  might of  Nature
Stood afore . Roar  is  never  simply
 a  roar, but a siren for erring side.
He questions  why this prolonged
Silence from  super powers? Are
they giving a   long rope? A nod by the
 Almighty for the time being?
 Slow the   reach mode pervasive,
deepening  dark took them  into
the  abysmal night, but never calming
his  urge for quest for many unsolved
issues for quite long. That night was not
mere night -slow awakening them into
a Dawn of day and  endless  routine.
Cool Moon is always there, following us
Wherever we go. Or de we follow it ,
I know not now.We are forever children
In summer’s mode,erasing our tensions.  

haiku

solar  eclipse
purgatorial bath - house 
getting  ready



old books  pile
powdered pieces falling
 all  around


2)    sunday  fish  fair
      so much  clatter  over dead
      in  basket

3) rainy splashes on
 cornered    piles  -   care
      and   immersion

 
4 sound of fury  
e-books  and print  ghastly
on my tables


5 )  cod liver oil
     on my  shelf - a must,
      a guest

6)tiny  tundra shine

in the net-my appetite 

abated

haiku ( workplace )

 getting  a  clue  for

 bugging  mystery  on time

 unasked

too many bosses

around the oval table —

no decision yet

Helpline( guardian)

Helpline ( guardian)

Centenary building viewing  beach

and   the passers  by .

I  am typist –cum-clerk of helpline

Serving  more than four decades.

Part and  parcel of  the  falling  plasters

and  seeping  corners, hanging  cobwebs;

we  are   serving  under  this  gamut

of   shaky roof   and  rummage;

life  amidst coffee breaks  and starvation

and   big  queue  before loan sanctions

endless  queries; corners  of  staircase

flooded  with  lunch boxes  munching

other’s lives. Summer’s  taps  going   dry   

soda     and  coco cola  immediate

substitute  for  quite  some.

Many  without  annual increment

On the  mercy of   ever faithful

Keyboards  vociferous, resounding

On  all corners. For  many take home

Salary is minus  loan and debt.

Oh! God! How can you  allow 

Under  your  purview this

Dystopian  ugly  pervading  for

Years   unchecked   as  the  rolling

waves   touch  and go by the sandy shores.

I  wish   I  too one  among  the

Gyrations  and colourful fish

haiku

  inside  the  court

  no ill will –only sweat

and  winning  spirit

 moving  front   and  back

 its   fate  -the  bat decides

 always

Faith ( guardian)

Faith

Climb    the  ladder  of  highest  peak

With    mighty  steps  of  unswerving  Faith

 not merely as an armed soldier

but  even as wealth less, un armed

brave  the  world  vile ;

if  bereft of  faith ,life be bereft

of  harmony  and   peace.

Let  all  the  squadrons  thwart  you

let  all the  satanic  herd  barge

on you  with  fake  stamp  of   conquering

angst. let not   Faith  forsake you

even  in the  rim  of  exhaustion .

Even if   all  the thimbles  gather

And  be  charged  at you,  Faith

Let it not  disown me  and  you.  

Be it  Cross  or  temple, let

The  Supreme  wield His

Protective  armour  for  me,

Sit  by Faith , make my stand 

By it.  Let  my  ship  sail

With  steady  mast  and  safety.

Faith “ be thou  my spirit”..

  

after " issa --

oh!  Cockroaches

You   and  i  monopolise

kitchen cupboards

  my dear  pussy cat

  come  and  nibble  the leaves

 play by the plate 

we  recline

some  dry patches -edge

 of  the green  fields

haiku

in the  kitchen  

gurgling of  gravy  in pan

 tempting

winds    blow  still

can not  douse  the

 embers

so many tread 

on burnt  ashes

 still

Hiroshima

another  rework is 

far off

in the  face of  

defacement, hope  is

flowering  up

traces  of  inhuman

on the   corridor

even  now

Hiroshima

crumbling  walls  the  babe

 hears from womb 

haiku

  long  flight

   book  on  haiku –balances

  my  stay

Life is a Dream -Ashbury( Guardian)

Life   is   a Dream  -Ashbury( Guardian)

 In  a  seething,  pushing, gathering  

mass  of  come  and  jostle  and  go,

In  malls, shopping  complexes,

like   cloth bundles  we are all  rolled

until  need comes  we are  freed.

Some  with  thinking pad  in their

hands, many with hurried  scales

to  skid  and   go.

I  am  one   among  the zebra  crossing

before   the  signal falls. At one  point

wondering   where  to  stand : how  to

take life’s pitfalls, how  to  gulp the

heavy  doze of bitter, not  exposed

facts hitherto hidden. Yonder   a few

feel  I am   blocking  the passage.    

Some   magic  in the  format of

intuition   forays  a   wait  signal.

‘wait’ more  and  more  to   unearth;

 Now   I realize  that,  life  can be

anything. What    I   see  is  not 

what  it is!   What  it  is   to be  there,

in store   awaiting  in  distance  shore.

This  self  realization   has knocked

 The door. I am  near  the  Door now.

  

haiku

 eating at your  desk

 rehearse  monthly  budget

 swallow  loss

hhh

   balloon  blows  slow

 triggers   off  her  mouth -she

    chases  cracked sound

car parking

peep sound –arrival of

landlord

Unweeding

metallic  sound of the

gardener

haiku

monster fear

getting  squeezed  between

 two doors