April poem

          April  poem   

 Here  comes the good Samaritan,

 here   acts  the  exorcist,

 the  magic  wand

 dries  the   wintry   bed.

  April    comes     anew  

 touch  of  the  cool  breeze

  ward   off    sombre  and   sad,

 hooded    mood   and   discomfiture,     

   you  wipe  off  running   sweat ;

  believe  anguish  also  runs,  

  lean  against  the  wall               

   in   the  balcony, expect

   the  breeze  stays  ever,

   April   showers already

   on   the  way,  Sparrow’s

  chic   serenades  on your

  pot’s    pet  of   Roses,

  your   tomorrow   already  came.  

I am a pebble cast ashore

I am  a  pebble   cast   ashore

I   am  a  pebble  cast  ashore,

 After  battering ,roaring   waves,

Surfed   to  the  corner  of  the  shore

Embedded   dramatically somewhere

In   a  mound  of    sand  dunes:                                                                                                          

I  view  my  own  predicament,

After     myriad  births  and deaths,

 Come  upon   this  shore,   now   

Of    castaway.  Who   knows   a

Giant  wave   might    extricate 

and transplant  me ? Till   then

many   whips  of   tidal  waves,

splashing  on  me.                              

I  am a  pebble  cast  ashore.                                                                                                                                                

A Dance Not in rig morale.

   A  Dance   NOT    in  rig morale.

It  is  Not  a dance of   dance macabre,

 Not   a ballet   in    supple   move,

It   is  not  a  dance of   romantic  twigs

In    show   or   posture of snake’s  hood,

Not  a   dance   stunning  the  stage,

Nor   a twitch   and  turn  of  hands ,

It  is    a  dance  of  karmic  tune

Gyrating   within  your  self

Jumping   to  the  rhythm  of   preset   dawn.

  

The only Love that stands ....

         The only  Love  that   stands the test of  times,

           I learnt it  betimes,

          Is the  LOVE of  God,

           His   true  manifestation 

          true   and  selfless  for His  ardent  devotees,

           just mutual, Just  and justly  granted,

      The  pith   and marrow of  your  unquestioned surrender

        is  paid  bounteous  by His unique  vision

        which  does  not   crave  for clamour. and glamour.

Washing,washing, dish washing.

 Washing, washing  dish washing.

Washing  the   thick layered  soot

 in and   around  the  vessel , addicted

to the  corners  and in  the brim,

the  spikes   of  the  scrub  slippery

beneath  my  quick  moving   hands,

Washing , washing, washing,

Mind   dashing   against   memory galore.

Water in   taps,  slow  moving  motion,

  Foamed   lemonade fragrant

Liquid  cleaner, stagnate  in the sink,

So   much  in the  sink

 also     submerged  in   the  sink   of  life, 

washing, washing,  washing.

Running  the  race  of  life.

At times you feel..

 At   times you   feel..            

Let  me  be   a  worn- out,

half broken, lying    alone   cog

in  a   corner  to be tossed  out

by  hustle  bustle  ragamuffin

in  a   careless   play.

Let  me  be    broken   egg   shells

gathered   amidst   gathering  clouds  

 for  a   warming  nestle;

be  dripping   drops  while 

wringing   clothes, part of

my    drudgery, ridiculous

for   others, let  me  don 

the  robe  of  all my jejune,

crushed feelings  wailing

in  a corner  for  reasons  many. 

This Cool Moon today.

   This   Cool   Moon  today.

 The merciless   hot  summer 

Bazillion   cogitations  throng  me,

Summer  unsulking  spreads

 every corner  and mood,

Singular   you   stand  and sweat;

Afternoon    passes slowly

 after Vexing  us  all.

At   eventide you  stroll

This  cool  moon  is  not  cool,

Tarnished  by some   subtle 

Intruder,  she  too   unmakes 

Us , our  refuge  in  her,

Our  following   her, our

Longing  for  her company.

The  cool moon  is disturbed

By  some  concocted  clippings.     

Suffering speaks

Suffering  speaks.          

Suffering   sniffs   some  trouble, brewing

In the air, stares  from   afar,

Suffering   endures  suffering

Not knowing the   cause of suffering,

The  greatest  suffering, my dictates 

Tell me  is  to  suffer   not  knowing

What    for you  suffer, you   are  stifled,

Diplomatic  relationships  around you

Aplomb: disowning   you, yet buttress

A  solidarity   to you , you  know  it is 

All   fake.  Your  suffering    

 understandingly   Giggles  at   you,

suffering    unfurls  this  uncanny

and   conniving   world   around  you,

suffering   makes  you  read ,scan

the  hitherto  blank  pages                    

 a  void,  a   hidden   vista  of

secrets, you   read  many  encryption            

behind   this   suffering.

Suffering    says   you   endure me.

This is an age of dissent.

          This   is  an  age of  dissent.

 This is  an age of  flamboyant    dissent    

Pact   with   disagreement, thwarting

Disambiguation . I see  the  intricate  bunches,

mushrooms  are  many.

Burning, burning, burning,

Piety  is  compressed ,a  pea-nut

  burnt  like weeds and                 

Straw   in the  garden,          

Acoustics  proliferate 

Honest good living,

 Kind of     Weathering  goes on.

This is an age of flamboyant dissent.

Nov 1st 2008 Message

Women dive,dignified,into the sea of life,
 struggle and surface even underwater,
men , egoistic suppress, choking your breadth underwater.
 Women display prowess,
courageous emerge,
 successful from being submerged, lost.

Nov 02nd 2008 Message

Fear grips for horror 
of female infanticide, 
she,ensconces though 
lifeless for lost child, 
heavy jostle and bustle
in the railway platform,
live with commuters,
emotions vie with 
wheeling brakes.

Nov 03 rd Message 2008

 I am lost today,
for my connectivity to laptop is slow,
 and my fury and disgust 
is shown in the home department,
 for what is lost tapped in the utensils .

Nov 04 th 2008 Message

It is the dead of night,
humanity is still,
phone vibrates pitch darkness,
he,remorseful, recompenses
the message of love and
lost connection, at sixty,
wrong calls, at wrong times.

Nov 5th 2008 Message

In the God ordained book of Life,
every page is marvelous working,
a mystery, beginnings, endings 
mythical middle, a debate,
like a pendulum swings,
Predestination or man’s own
doing, persists .

Nov 6th 2008 Message

To earn her bread, English classics,
a masters in the subject paved the way,
but she realized, to be somebody special, something else is required,
She being in identity crisis.

Nov 7th 2008 Message

The hermaphrodite was least concerned for his predicament,

on the contrary he delighted to be so, for the government has extended

some concessions for the peculiar clan, for happy life.

Nov 08th 2008 Message

If you pour only undue curses,
What for those blessings and benedictions?
She muses, speechless, aghast,
for the ashes in the urn, the corner,
her loved one, makes her sober.

Nov 09th 2008 Message

Stumbling blocks stir up experiences
Of conundrums, yet, those fallen petals,
Of mixed emotions,
Mock at my predilections,
You cling to your Avatar, diligence,
Your blood , children, hope and rejuvenation.

Nov 10th 2008 Message

As a beauty conscious mother,
She preferred dancing then,
Child’s crying she construed
a detestable noise, abhorred
rocking cradle, child bearing
a burden, now God silenced
her womb , her abode.

Nov 11th 2008 Message

The poison in the woman’s form
deep seated, deadly with the
Seductive seeds of venom paired,
in the garden of his heart,
smug, colourful, roses of divinity,
serve as antidote.