still no reply...
fullstops in early drops
of rain
cherry blossoms
in the air
your nearness
fullstops in early drops
of rain
cherry blossoms
in the air
your nearness
7 tanka
1.
a rush of lava
rising up through my veins ...
God says
'try going down the stairs,
slowly stepping backwards '
2.
trying to flee
from noxious fumes:
should the almighty
be sending his blessings
in the guise of bullets
3.
the mountains,
mighty as they may be,
cannot drape themselves
with gold, as i can : boasts
the emperor, unclothed
4.
your absence
beckons me to your warmth...
my fingers
dig deep into pockets
of cold silence
5.
how bright
the sunshine
of yesterdays...
blinking fireflies
pierce the twilight gloom
6.
immerse your self
in the symphony
of ocean waves--
watch the sun unfurl a day
at Vavathurai
7.
he feeds pigeons
with tales from the past
gathered
from candid confessions
of autumn leaves
a rush of lava
rising up through my veins ...
God says
'try going down the stairs,
slowly stepping backwards '
2.
trying to flee
from noxious fumes:
should the almighty
be sending his blessings
in the guise of bullets
3.
the mountains,
mighty as they may be,
cannot drape themselves
with gold, as i can : boasts
the emperor, unclothed
4.
your absence
beckons me to your warmth...
my fingers
dig deep into pockets
of cold silence
5.
how bright
the sunshine
of yesterdays...
blinking fireflies
pierce the twilight gloom
6.
immerse your self
in the symphony
of ocean waves--
watch the sun unfurl a day
at Vavathurai
7.
he feeds pigeons
with tales from the past
gathered
from candid confessions
of autumn leaves
Crumbs of bread
On many a morning
crumbs of bread
litter his tablecloth
This is February
there is mist everywhere
above the river, on the shoulders
of old mountains
There is mist in his eyes too
How much warmth does it take
for the thawing
his heart melted and hardened
to a rock with iron-smoothness
He doesn't wish for moss to grow on it either
only his frail eyes fail to locate
the crumbs of bread on his table
too trifle to notice
yet too filthy for a clear soul
to neglect
crumbs of bread
litter his tablecloth
This is February
there is mist everywhere
above the river, on the shoulders
of old mountains
There is mist in his eyes too
How much warmth does it take
for the thawing
his heart melted and hardened
to a rock with iron-smoothness
He doesn't wish for moss to grow on it either
only his frail eyes fail to locate
the crumbs of bread on his table
too trifle to notice
yet too filthy for a clear soul
to neglect
3 haiku
our letters...
the bodies of
flightless birds
rainless storm--
not a word dropped
between us
hungry
for the flesh of houbara*
late autumn
[Note: *These desert birds are considered to be aphrodisiacs]
the bodies of
flightless birds
rainless storm--
not a word dropped
between us
hungry
for the flesh of houbara*
late autumn
[Note: *These desert birds are considered to be aphrodisiacs]
Nirvana - tanka
there is a path
leading
to the cemetery
the poet finds
a new road, everyday
counting
rosary beads
without end
light fails to pierce
the pea-souper
leading
to the cemetery
the poet finds
a new road, everyday
counting
rosary beads
without end
light fails to pierce
the pea-souper
moon god
moon god
floating in balmy silence
a pleasant breeze
cradles the cry of a child...
somewhere, a star dies
[ Inspired by the song "Chittirai Nela" from Tamil film "Kadhal".]
floating in balmy silence
a pleasant breeze
cradles the cry of a child...
somewhere, a star dies
[ Inspired by the song "Chittirai Nela" from Tamil film "Kadhal".]
Madrid
i see death
in your eyes
an afternoon
of long shadows
in Madrid
we never shied
from having bull-fights
in love
your pink fragrance
the lure of madness
Madrid sun
filtering in between
our words
your smile the colour
of chestnut candies
Insane
It all started with the hush hush opening
of a bloom while i was doing a flip-flop-flip
on whether to alight the next flight of stairs
that could reach you
Yet all you did was pour acid on the buds
and hearing your grumble that 'love can not kill
twice' was like being swept off my feet
by an invisible Tsunami, riding on the fizz
of fantasia; it was like being bombarded with
fifteen thousand watts of pulsating sound
and all the while watching you blandly, your
face bloated with summer green, your shoulders
draped with blues, and your hair
brushed with a tinge of blood
You sipped your Martini with the calm
of a mellowed autumn, and said, "I wish
we could drop the tittle-tattle on love and sex,
they just kill me!"
of a bloom while i was doing a flip-flop-flip
on whether to alight the next flight of stairs
that could reach you
Yet all you did was pour acid on the buds
and hearing your grumble that 'love can not kill
twice' was like being swept off my feet
by an invisible Tsunami, riding on the fizz
of fantasia; it was like being bombarded with
fifteen thousand watts of pulsating sound
and all the while watching you blandly, your
face bloated with summer green, your shoulders
draped with blues, and your hair
brushed with a tinge of blood
You sipped your Martini with the calm
of a mellowed autumn, and said, "I wish
we could drop the tittle-tattle on love and sex,
they just kill me!"
Hypoxia
Amidst the fog
rising above the knoll of memory
the call of a warbler often
brings back the summer when
all that started: my fumble with words,
gasps of breath, burning beneath the shirt collar
and your cruel laughs; i believe it was clearly
a case of scarce supply of oxygen to my soul,
When you snapped the lifeline
of further approach, the roller coaster ride
slipped off its rails, and i was flung into the air,
i was detained somewhere between a virtual tunnel
and real vacuum, till i became conscious
of your vanishing into the mundane; all that remained
was a plunge into existence without the diatomic gas,
the essential pomposity of love.
rising above the knoll of memory
the call of a warbler often
brings back the summer when
all that started: my fumble with words,
gasps of breath, burning beneath the shirt collar
and your cruel laughs; i believe it was clearly
a case of scarce supply of oxygen to my soul,
When you snapped the lifeline
of further approach, the roller coaster ride
slipped off its rails, and i was flung into the air,
i was detained somewhere between a virtual tunnel
and real vacuum, till i became conscious
of your vanishing into the mundane; all that remained
was a plunge into existence without the diatomic gas,
the essential pomposity of love.
New Year Tanka
#1
turning prayer wheels
on the last day
of the year
a child's song
echoes from the mountains
#2
the scientist sighs
at the sight of lifeless
lab animals--
which race can embrace
the gift of the Fuhrer?
#3
within the folds
of a paper rose
i keep tracing
the bends and alleys
of our talk
#4
can death
add one star
to the night -
mom's wooden owl
stares blankly
#5
throwing pebbles
into the pond--
ripples grow
within waning ripples
of memory
#6
i may hold
one full moon
between my fingers
but not the dreams
that slip beyond my view
#7
a mild rain
as night ends
your words
plopping into the muteness
of leaves
#8
you may burn
a hundred memories
i remain embalmed
in your self-seeking love
a helpless duck in an oil slick
#9
the more
we drift apart
i feel the sea wind
gathering
the rustiness of memories
#10
'sorry
for coming late'
echoes
a mockingbird
exploring the broken nest
#11
your nearness
as with a spring blaze
makes me dizzy--
even with a heat-suit
i fear the lava
#12
sea
without a wave
floats the moon--
towed to my dream
I've been sailing for ages
turning prayer wheels
on the last day
of the year
a child's song
echoes from the mountains
#2
the scientist sighs
at the sight of lifeless
lab animals--
which race can embrace
the gift of the Fuhrer?
#3
within the folds
of a paper rose
i keep tracing
the bends and alleys
of our talk
#4
can death
add one star
to the night -
mom's wooden owl
stares blankly
#5
throwing pebbles
into the pond--
ripples grow
within waning ripples
of memory
#6
i may hold
one full moon
between my fingers
but not the dreams
that slip beyond my view
#7
a mild rain
as night ends
your words
plopping into the muteness
of leaves
#8
you may burn
a hundred memories
i remain embalmed
in your self-seeking love
a helpless duck in an oil slick
#9
the more
we drift apart
i feel the sea wind
gathering
the rustiness of memories
#10
'sorry
for coming late'
echoes
a mockingbird
exploring the broken nest
#11
your nearness
as with a spring blaze
makes me dizzy--
even with a heat-suit
i fear the lava
#12
sea
without a wave
floats the moon--
towed to my dream
I've been sailing for ages
I need a full shot of Ketamine
Now that the piano notes
have faded with our parting
I need to clutch on to my roots
hidden in yesterdays
Now that I can see myself
being out of my benign body
I'm passing through curtains of time
I perform a mime act
as if tugging at your heart-strings
trying to moor mundane memories
I see my remains and wonder
Now that I can keep myself afloat
with all that should never have happened
Yet all that happened between us
Why do I keep on muttering dreams
that cannot touch me anymore
Why am I so obstinate to bring back
all those 'you did Thaaat to Me'
back to the shore
Let me bathe in this cool air of twilight
Let me rerun all the actions motivations
hesitations and boiling altercations
that have brought me here
Now that the seasons have made a full circle
and the fog is slowly rising
have faded with our parting
I need to clutch on to my roots
hidden in yesterdays
Now that I can see myself
being out of my benign body
I'm passing through curtains of time
I perform a mime act
as if tugging at your heart-strings
trying to moor mundane memories
I see my remains and wonder
Now that I can keep myself afloat
with all that should never have happened
Yet all that happened between us
Why do I keep on muttering dreams
that cannot touch me anymore
Why am I so obstinate to bring back
all those 'you did Thaaat to Me'
back to the shore
Let me bathe in this cool air of twilight
Let me rerun all the actions motivations
hesitations and boiling altercations
that have brought me here
Now that the seasons have made a full circle
and the fog is slowly rising
The man near Marum Volcano
Wasn't he charmed by the spectacle of
flame waves
Wasn't he craving for a plunge
looking like a clown with his heat-suit on
near the crater of Marum volcano
I recall my disarray
alone with you in a fiery spring
and your disdain
the annoyance of an angry passion
watching the dilemma
of an unsure insect
But I was aware that a fireproof-suit
has its limits
And was worried of seasons
other than bloom time
So the man keeps speaking
of acid rain of molten rocks
and of ashes
flame waves
Wasn't he craving for a plunge
looking like a clown with his heat-suit on
near the crater of Marum volcano
I recall my disarray
alone with you in a fiery spring
and your disdain
the annoyance of an angry passion
watching the dilemma
of an unsure insect
But I was aware that a fireproof-suit
has its limits
And was worried of seasons
other than bloom time
So the man keeps speaking
of acid rain of molten rocks
and of ashes
What you need now
What you need now
is an eruption of life
through dead cells
of euphoria
Who doesn't need
a cloudburst to silence
the never-ending rhyme
of a waterfall's gurgle
recalling how penumbrae
have added to your woes
Why must people
run into you with their own
absurd contemplation
Who said you were
ever in love
Who said the lovers
shoved you aside as the tides
receded
You need to fling
this darn old carbon cycle
of thoughts
Have you seen
white flowers bloom
in the last hour of night
is an eruption of life
through dead cells
of euphoria
Who doesn't need
a cloudburst to silence
the never-ending rhyme
of a waterfall's gurgle
recalling how penumbrae
have added to your woes
Why must people
run into you with their own
absurd contemplation
Who said you were
ever in love
Who said the lovers
shoved you aside as the tides
receded
You need to fling
this darn old carbon cycle
of thoughts
Have you seen
white flowers bloom
in the last hour of night
your nearness (Tanka)
your nearness
as with a spring blaze
makes me dizzy--
even with a heat-suit
i fear the lava
as with a spring blaze
makes me dizzy--
even with a heat-suit
i fear the lava
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