Time’s move

in the whiff of Times’ jaunty move

you cannot be free  in its clueless

celluloid form and formation of groove

yet passing on with its own pass.

Every now and then you  see the  watch

the time on   clock  tick tocks  to  watch  

all to sail  this mundane world without hitch

if  any, swallow   demure  and    avoid  glitch.

1     1)    Tanka

  empty tracks

 long   waiting  for  a   signal

 silence weaves around

 as of  times testing   me  now

 hard  and  those days of journey

Tanka 2)

   my impetus 

 slowly  nurturing on  muse

 rhythm of writing    flows

 for years  these twin  together

 two cheers on these  two  ever

Yogic splendour ( after Guardian)

Yogic  splendour (After guardian)

Rigour for body and dicipline
for mind entwined,you enrobe
for hours in strict yogic posture,
calm and cool,your eyes closed,
at times relaxed too both body
and mind yet towards a farfetched
goal of ceaseless aesthetic peace
and splendour of great  move.

This ageless practice of yogic
vision  and splendour perpetuated
from times before our ken by sages
and seers with  voices  and  visions
always give  us   a therapy in still wisdom;
losses   and gains are always with us
steer  ahead with  the move of day.
what are different poses,yet
all roads  lead to Rome. The gristle
and bone grip us with a  philosophy
while yogic posture  and  while we sit
and medidate. Away from the trappings
of clutter  and clamour !

Hairloss( after guardian)

Hairless ( after guardian)

Slow hairl loss with the  passage
of time or age,or malnutrition
or due to chemical solution of
shampoo; one goes deeper into 
many of the viable reasons of
this loss; for some   a sense of
belittling  their dignified look.
 can one fight  with pigments
of skin  and entourage?
 for some it is  a  duty by
way of tonsure  to offer to God;
yet thinking process or  body
movement are the same. clean
or clear  or shallow all stem
out of this shiny,tender rubric
of top called head .Skull beneath
this layer with so much of intricate
dealings , wiry aesthetics ruling
the life of the owner. 

Tanka on tv

TV in the hall

children doing maths homework   

one eye on the screen

in between mother’s scolding

tv goes mechanical

we Did Believe in that " we "

 We   DID    Believe  in that  “ we”

We  grew up together  with

nourished goals ;like crows

nestling in the  self built coves

of  straw  and  feather yet with

selfsame satisfaction. One  small

hitch drove you out of the house.

Alone in that  dream castle of yours

Wandering ever your path way.

We were  the enjoined strength  

Of ten stones rocky, but  when

You chose to drift apart, you were

Like  spilt and  smashed  pieces .

How often  I would give you

Wake up call to go church and

You would not budge from the bed.

 Quiet many  a time, I would sprinkle

Water on your face to  make you

 Swift and  speed up you from

Your  seasoned lethargy. Indoors

You would converse with doors,

Birds  and  voices  of your belief

Stemmed  from within as you

Would  convince. Always   a  rhythm

Of yours swelling  indoor giving us --

A tale of your choice and weave.

Now the same birds visit but

Missing you. All I want from you

Is come back soon, I  pray for you .

After bee glue( guardian)

After  bee  glue ( guardian)

This morn, inadvertently I

dropped a flower vase, 

in which my artistic tapestry

and painted lineage in colorful

frilled frocks came to nothing:

this porcelain emblem of long,

cherished of my memory and  craft.

Now I know how much my love

Of craft  and  love for art

Crumbled to nothing now.

Hours and days spent in

Precious time,  tap before me.

Yes in disintegration,

Life is more significant

Understood better than earlier.

In money dissipated, you

Realize the value of money

Ugliness invasive till now

Swallowing you into ashes.

Ramblings into excursions

of devious mileage .Teaches

a lot for humans and in humans.

Looking for love unassimilated

Yes that is the move now .