After eternity ( Guardian)

After  eternity ( Guardian)

You are something that sacred

Nameless soul, ancient:  stay

Alive even  in  annihilation,

Sustaining   spirit  hoisting

Seamless victorious banner.

In deluge and aridity, like

Unseen power  banishing

Macabre  coil of  oppression.

You are the ancient   kerb

guiding  through  valleys

 sacred  rivers  and  high mounds,

even in  my  nocturnal journey

of  dreams  and  capturing  moods

of  empires, you stay on.

You are that something supreme

Stay me through broken stores;

like  hermitage let me wander

in  ascetic purity and  detachment.

Why this life of death in living:

You tap our defunct flat root

enter into synergy of abiding source.

You are no  longer a  shadow,

a living present  make us

adore roots of ancient past

flowing through all – liberation

of flame burning though and  through.

  

After the Revolution

After  the revolution

 Ay, But Can Ye? by Vladimir Mayakovsky

Revolution is  ever there in  humanity’s

warring  forum,  not accepting  defeat,

fighting tooth  and nail, unto the last breath,

nations   and  histories   repeat  the motto

we  will shed the last   drop  of  blood.

 Else how  history is  made, remaking 

the  old into new   warf  and 

 weft of  the  parole . Question of

‘why   War’ is  negated.

Let  me paint  the   Olive on  a 

Glass  jar and  extend  by  a   seamless

brush  of  unique  colors ; hold the

candle of  peace and  peace only

sailing the  boat of   eternity  into

 the other world of  serenity.

No more cries of  a stale world.

BHS

 lizard and fly

 there  lies  a  quiet
 momentum

these bunch tender

deck man and God
alike

in the last  rites

the first fresh smell of
 roses

WHY THIS WAR CRY?

 why this   war cry?

From this everyman's land

to woeful no man's land,
rest less  march and round;
secret parleys  and trenches
leaning on parapet walls,
warfront again  and again,
general,captain and  sergeant
and soldier all with a  common
motif to fight the enemy, to
save the country,to redeem  the
honor and pride of nation.

Weather heading toward the
first -line  trench or third line march
 before  questining how far is the enemy,
why not enter into a pact of  quell
the hatred  and quell the venem  in gun,
abhor gun shots, abandon  hot pellets,
surrender to a  common will, path
of   PEACE MARCH FOR EVER.

wh

two parrots in cage
always  a  new language
third is on move

Stepping into transition

    Stepping  Into  Transition

    A  sudden   metallic  throb
   strikes  me  threadbare-
    drawing  me  -- jittery
   into  a  progrssive  cavalcade
   like myrobalan tapping
   the  lost  energy  breathing
   into  a  new   Haven .
 Rain battered  city sreets,
unmappable beyond our  ken;
 there   still, more  than the urchins,
 the  tattered  clothes  rowing  the
paper boats immersing in water,
their  sad predicament, their masters.
Their only  reprieve  is watery pastime .
What transition for  these  flooding
into  rims  and    beyond  boundary line?
what  redemption for  those roofless
lifeless,yet hanging  on their  coired  breath?


  

I keep my eyes on the notes( after guardian)..

I keep my eyes on the notes ( after  uardian I Keep My Eyes on the Ground by Caroline Bird)

No  turning  sideways  like a crow

On  the  plant  sea-saw
No  penumbra  neither shadow
backing  you, your earnest  oeuvre,
but  your  imminent flow like
dictated by your ever vigilant
inspirational  Muse looming .  
no  plagiarism  or  copying  from
tools. Honesty is the pivot, edit your
mind of  the  crabs  and  crumbs
blocking  your inherent verdant  growth.
ever dissolve the base  sediments of
unwanted  unruly  lexicon. Now my
text is ready for  avid circulation.