hope is not hope

Morning came,
Alone without you!
Me borrowed a rain coat-
Though rain never fell!
You fed me with hope-
Though hope never hoped!
Like a drug,
Which lost it's punch.
I die each day
With the dying sun.
Depression curtains
My windowsill-
And sunlight shies away
With its drop of hope
Wrapped in a gleam.

My Truth

Let me say 'No'
When I need to.
Angelic devils force me though-
to be a nice dressed little
'pleaser' like a sales girl!

Let me flee-
This brutal cage
Lest orthodoxy give me
The lasting habit of a 'successful slave' !

Who knows the truth,
If truth has not told.
The path is mine,
None can walk it.

Healing Your Loneliness

My dearest,
Loneliness told me....

You touched Him/Her-
When you leaned in tiredness
To the bark of a cedar tree!

You embraced Him/Her-
While your naked arms
Went around my shivering trunk!

You spoke to Him/Her-
When you whispered
Your pain to your ears-
Helping a drop tear to your heart!

Formula to Live

Life is a compromise

Between birth and death,

Between body and soul

Between heaven and hell

Life is a compromise

Like a rented room

Less lived

Less owned

Like a colorful  orchard

Less rooted

Lost all it’s forest teeth

Life is a compromise

And those who wished it not,

Lived a less lasting life.

The Freedom Story

In the past,

I never complained-

Of the over arching Orange

Or the sun-eater fat Pines

‘Cause I had no wings,

And never knew what sky is?

You tempered me under your wings,

To dare a sun all alone;

You fed me snow and fire

To fly over the sea;

You held me on your claws

For you know well-

To train in depth and height.

How that you missed

To give me a sky

Though you saw my wings grow?

 

Birth Day

On my Birth day-

Is born-

The birthing pain

With a cry,

‘Who am I? & why am I ?’

Then the empty-

Expansive emptiness!

A soft breath and breeze of Genesis,

Separating earth and sky

Wide apart body and spirit, and am-

Left with a mystery

Of Desire!!

Of Disappointment!!

To Live

To Die.

I thought the umbilical root

In my logical eternal route,

But He was smart, to cut it

Before the earth was born,

Between earth and heavens

Now,

Humans die in heaven!

Angels die on earth!

May be the interlude

Is my answer!!

To my desire and disappointment!

Market Economy

The great wheat field,

No ‘loner wheat’,

All on close to other’s shoulder,

They are, together sown and reaped!

Yet a few ‘loner wheat’,

Left of sickle’s edge,

Left of pride and profit,

Yet reaper names it ‘charity’!!

Export and import it,

And create an economy

Of demand ridden supply! And-

Keep ploughing and plundering

Land of landless-

That the

Lads look for-

Left over ‘loner wheat’!!

Ever, in this battlefield. 

Eye Donor

I am seeing today

‘cause you gave me your eyes!

I am seeing today

‘cause you lost your eyes!

Or you saved your light for me,

Oh I see you seeing darkness!

Would you save this darkness too, that-

When I lay dead like you,

I wont’ be as horrified as you

In me that I know-

I have some light of darkness-

In the midst of horrific death!

Masochist

Standing by-

The infallible shadow-

Of a Catholic wall,

Against the first world,

Started he-

The last rites-

Of an exotic mobile,

As if grieving a death

Of his sweet valentine!

His masochist brooding-

On this fragile-

Palm of a cell phone for-

Having failed-

Of affection and kiss,

Battered its veiled,

Vein-less face.

Standing by-

The loosing battle

Grappling a wreck

Sought to date a cell

That had no cell

Governed by the last

Spell of his dying will!

Valentine

Happy Valentine's day...............

Sweet...yet.....painful.....

the secret of this exotic mix 

is.........your sky of love

is.........Your river of romance

And the worst kept secrets

Of our act of love.

The flower never knows its fragrance!

The fly never knows the flower!

Its lover knows it all.

You my lover

drink this last drop

To your lowest ebbs

And be drowned-

To a honey trap

Though you know it all well !

When out in tears,

Write a few letters

Wake up to your mad dreams

Watch all who come

Wonder what does this Valentine's!

Barbie doll

Beloved!,
What do you think-
Of 'broken toys'?
"useless!..., ugly!...
yea they are"!
But,
Why my baby cry-
Over a 'broken' barbie doll?
She nurses it,
Speaks to it in secret tongue,
Spends night with it,
Spares a little food and comfort,
Never asks for a new toy?
May be,
She knows not,
What we all know-
"Use and throw"!

Beloved,
Let's read this 'Barbie Bible'!
Before we are lost to the wedding night.

Voice

Give me the voice-
Of a man,
I found in my teen.
He walked with me,
I was ashamed of him,
That he had no voice!
Once he told me,
The pain of being 'voiceless'.
Now I know the voiceless,
So do I know my voice!

The Act of Faith

A silent cry of a migraine,
Like an industrial alarm in head!
All a remnant of night-depression.
Like loosing bangles, the falling sighs!
A trick to soothe my palm.
Life reaches the bitter, weary ends!
Like a pack of playing cards.

Me, settled on my kneeling rug,
Asking less pain, pity from gods,
A logic-less lesson taught in-
My home, though-
Through a 'conditioning game'!

Lord, loudest of my prayers-
To feel how desolate, when-
The blessed ones, turn a deaf and dumb,
The hate-gamers love high-worship,
Deserted church yards preach-
Destiny rhetoric on its pulpits, when-
Divine love, lies locked on wall!

Lord,
The singing bird burned it's wings,
Begging bowl lost it's beggar,
My play-boat lost on rocky roads,
Decayed bloom in the blossoming flower.
You please speak to my hope,
How shall I do the 'Act of Faith'?

The Boat-Man

She saw a boat-man,
A half naked 'grey man', smelling fish,
A man of melting shadow,
Never the ripples got him.
A wet earthly one,
Knows depths, devil's zones!

Once on a full moon, the first meeting,
An ever flowing river in her breast!
A stormy sea in his brain!
Now a river with storm flowing.

He carried her on the boat-head,
Many a woman traveled ashore,
But the river man never ferried anyone!
Day and night, dawn and dusk,
Storms, rains, drowning boat,
He at the rear on the ore,
Fighting waves-
To find what he never finds!

The Strange Monk

A monk on a festive street,
Trapped in a gambler's group,
Like a monkey's-
Drunken hand, dropped-
In a bustling bee-hive!

The strange monk!,
Stands like a huge rock,
For it's time to pray!
No chanting, no offering,
No devotee, not a temple flower!
Strange as a monkey,
In a minister's chamber!

A beggar to another,
"Better learn business skills!"
And, dressed in saffron-
Getting to the crowd,
And 'the beggar's bowl is full!'

Strange monk!
And a strange God!
To fill the beggar's bowl.

Unknown Friend

To my unknown friend,
"Do you know me?"
The unknown reply,
"One day will know you?
You are..
He,
Stubborn,
Single!"
"That's fun, how-
Do you know it?"
The unknown answer,
"Him I dream,
Shares my dream,
Eats with me,
Sleeps with me,
Wakes with me,
He is a stubborn single!"
"Do you have a name?"
"yes I am a stubborn, single, female"
My reply,
"Yes I know,
You are my dream,
Share my dream,
Eat with me,
Sleep with me,
Wake with me,
You are a stubborn, single, female!"