An ode to thee

Thy eyes: dreamy
Beyond my comprehension,
Looking through me...
And my stark nudity audacious,
Yet a maligned frailty, ...and surrender!

Thy touch: divine
Hands clasping mine,
Containing fulfilment and silent peace.....
A shadow bearing me,
A light so dark!

Thy scent: daffodil
Falling petals on rain fed marshes,
Pacifying the insatiable....
Sacred prayer flowers,
Kept in a broken vase!

Thy voice: dulcet
A hundred instruments in harmony,
A crescendo and silence....
The sweet whisper of a silent breeze,
Alas! A perfect vacuum!

Me a paralysed Caliban,
A blank stare,
The violent rage of the oceans.....
A black iron heart,
Yet, a love so complete and a devotion so fervid!...

Death of a rat

Ah! (again) the passing thought,
Bolting through the neural pot .
The will, it steers, the falling arrears....
Enlightenment! alleviating ferocious fears.


Think once of the paralyzed rodent,
Struck by the venomous snake bite
Falling raindrops on sand – (the scent).....
The perfect death bed: an ordinary respite.


As the snake makes the last move,
A smiling rodent finds his muse.
And I wonder which was the final nail,
The snake, the venom or the truth assail ....

Following infinity

An inertial movement called life,
battling fiercely the daily strife.
The sharp edge of a blunt knife....

I stand relatively still,
between a revolting volcano
and a sacred hill....
where the vulture preys a dormant kill.

Holding my rapier, I seek eternity,
A brazen sun vowing divinity,
My eyes sight a fading infinity.

I take the less beaten path,
The power of courage
fears no wrath.
A bruised body, the aftermath...

I make my honest last attempt,
Infinity was all I dreamt,
blood oozing from every vent.

And just when I thought
that I had done a lot,
The same sacred hill,
my sight caught.

I now prepare for the next equinox,
My dream, to my heart it talks,
but the vicious circle: the paradox.

The flight

A rusty pen nib and an empty ink bottle…
A pair of shivering hands and a broken needle….
Cigarette smoke filling a room so hollow,
A broken window pane and a blood stained pillow.
The shadows of the day giving way to night,
a few chopped fingers and a hazy sight...
Another snort please before I could finally die,
"you may cut my wings but a cripple can fly…."

On a cold winter night

Fire flames were touching the sky,
burning fiercely and rising high.
Voices became noises as "they" stood in plight;
it had to be, but, a cold winter night.....

‘Twas the house of a man of a modest flight,
his wife and daughter "they" could not sight.
Terror gripped him as he caught a glimpse,
eyes stoned, shivered harshly his limbs...

He started running with all his might;
piling all grit, gave his last fight.
His bleeding body caused him no pain,
A burning inferno inside his brain….

Lost his breath as he reached the gate,
as “they” blamed it on the irony of fate.
A burnt doll’s house had caught his eye,
He knew his “flights” could no more fly.

And then came pouring the mocking rain,
On the sunken ship, captain in disdain
And the noises became voices as he lost his fight;
It had to be, but, a cold winter night.....

Bright Black

Functionalities curbing all rationalities.
As if in a "mild" slumber,
lies a new born baby....
In the arms of his plastic mother.
Surreal realities!!

Mother's milk and buffalo meat,
all come in packed tins.....
And the depleted layer of ozone,
is stitched by threads and pins.

What was called love then,
is now the three letter word...
And what was called civilization
is called the homo-sapien herd.

The true "spirit" of youth,
is known as whiskey and wine.
The latest chapter in physics,
e-motion and time....

The red colour pills:
for increased efficiency.
The green colour pills:
for nutritional deficiency.
And the perfected art of cloning,
for all forms of malignancy.
Standing tall against all that was hurled.
Our greatest achievement:
The brave new world!!

Where fog meets mist

In the smoky twilight of the morning,
Flowing serenely, the cool winter breeze
Pats me right beside my shoulder,
Leaving slight finger prints…
And I wake up.
With my void,
Within and around,
Fulfilling and sufficing….
In the silent silence of sleep,
I lay awake…
And look beyond my window.
Into the wrinkled black hole,
beyond all space and comprehension.


My closed eyes open,
In tranquil protest,
Seeking complete darkness,
Not mere shadows….
(Alas!) "Would my efforts
Remain unrewarded?"
And then, I see……..
Somewhere around the horizon…
Fog meets mist and…..
Rays of darkness embrace me
as I rest solemnly,
In the dark woods of sacred peace
With my void,
Within and around……..
Fulfilling and sufficing…