Robin’s view

Robin’s view

A  caring walk into my garden

which I reared  with many a trees

of my choice, seeing  Nature’s bounty ;

A Robin stripping berries- the pleasant

wind blowing from afar – a sight full of   

bowl and melamine cups flowing with

blue  and   purple -how  much in her stomach!

Her  magic hand carries a  wand

– in a good will move Sowing all seeds,

In the garden,- with the passage  of Time

Productivity and felling -all humanity’s

Survival mode. Marvel at Creation,

Pleased at Her Bounty; praying at

The sky for  the perennial pour,

Soon a  black bird  befriends all.

Heart (after ablation, Guardian)

Heart   (after  ablation, Guardian)

In between the   spiral like     parts

Blood  pumping in and out, palpitation,

murmur  and  heart  attack, there is   yet

another  attack of incision and instruments,

praying God, until you come out of operation

theatre,  after  a while, taking a vow not to hurt

people, the  promise  only short  lived;

you come out mingle with heartless  people

indulge in ungodly activities, emotions

of different kind thronging up;

Heart the seat of anger swelling beyond

the boundary, jealousy and all  passion

of crudity and wild moorings  taking

upper hand; physical and metaphorical

or literal name for heart, how different

nomenclatures veering   round their action;

the sessions of lubtub leading where?

How much can it maneuver or  how much

Can it hold, living and breathing last

In between this   strong knots.

In between the take off and landing

    In between   the  take off  and landing

All the formalities completed,

like the  gentle  cops’ interrogation, a

duty  which  cannot be abrogated,

reaching  the gate, with  saddened memories

and farewell, for   you are  going to be away

from home, from near  and dear ones;

 your home, which is not only a living space,

entity infusing life  and breath every minute

every corner, every object of your catch,

every utensil and every scar on the wall,

floor, hands reaching to redress, broom

and brass lamp, a regular  cleaning;

after all these , reach aircraft, your seat belt,

 feel of flying high; the azure and the accompanying

wings , wondering inventors’ other  side of  God;

At times, with a jerk, landing in a land either new

or familiar, entwined with new objects, new faces,

entirely clogged  in new climate; sipping   cup of coffee,

back home, your  kin and growing curious to know

about  every plank  and panel ; inescapable.

                                                           

Twin affliction

Twin affliction

In body’s entourage twin ports

 need be checked; sense of shame

and soul’s affliction, body yields

to revelry or drunken rivalry, dragging

into pleasure realm, sensory   parts

move   their own,  each in its own

directions; love  and hate entangle

us in a web of non-stop move;

somewhere in the tip of my  move,

 guilt always corrodes me for the

wrong and right  steps, justifying

myself; I withdraw   my self into

a lonely cove, my seclusion admonishes

and consoles as well, depending upon

my moorings; A realization love has

different connotations; awareness

of a love unpolluted by skin and itch

I want to get up, rising slow  and steady

A sense of relief clutches me for ever.

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving

Receiving The Mercy of God,

Just as  The showers from  the Blue,

Azure  tapping all its sources,

The superfluous twinkling of the stars,

Gates  of charity open and alms

Pouring  in times of needy;

War and fighting and gun shots,

Like hot pellets seizing the mood;

and blood oozing, mostly frozen;

still, healing not as fast as  vendetta

and pain which is grueling;

another concept of receiving;

no balm or appeasement for these;

some ray of hope lingering;                    

for all  of us  Thanksgiving

concept of thanks giving,

that one special Gift of mankind

kindling all flames,

nurturing hope and growth;

kernel of Divine Ordinance

governing principle of mankind.

Hat after me or me after that hat? ( After Guardian

Hat  after  me  or me after  that hat?  ( After  Guardian)

After all the hanging pal of gloom,

The  darkening hour in the walls

of cemetery  where  stones speak  volumes,

Steps in my sunny day, sunny mood,

My hat -an emblem of   starry sign,

would fetch me luck beyond counts,

 land me to far off places, flying so high,

  Only to see   below the ground level,

  to gauge the suffering, to view infinitesimal;

 am often trying to adjust the hat,

  running faster than my move,

  giving me an elusive grip;

 more than the hat, the embroidered thread,

 the airplane sign propeller on the hat,

we both were chasing each other,

on grass and tree top, wires and wind breeze,

cutting  across  sand and huts;

 it was an endless chase; not after  your

ken and kith, brothers  and relatives,

back home, your paradise,  your hat

 like a diadem adorning your head.

After Guardian----- ( A Musician’s encounter in a day)

After Guardian-----   ( A Musician’s  encounter in a  day)

The unimaginable thrill of music

running like flow of ripples

in the form of musical notes

quivering in my lips, all over

the rooms, from bed to bath

humming and running upstairs;

I recall my counterparts,

in cold shiver, the cloths

 hanging from shoulders

sitting cross legged on pyals

arranging his stringed instrument

to the best of its tune;

All the world is complete

Now slowly disintegrate

Like jigsaw puzzle;

We  have to assemble

The  broken parts dangling

Amidst our bemused life.

I am thrilled in the

Symphony of music

Swelling through

As  usual.