A night

His dark face stood

like a mountain.

Flirting with the blackness

of the night.

Little naïve creatures, in bliss,

wiggled and pranced,

at His foothill,

all night. 

These little creatures herded,

from distant soils,

to savor every piece of Him,

dusk till dawn.

Then,

a pair of puncturing eyes,

furtively, uttered

something enticing.

So, I now unwearyingly, hang on.

 

Before you

Tears soak my kohled eyes

when they meet you.

Seeking your approval,

to let me to go. 

 What, O what,

should I do,

when clock ticks away,

besides that, that has been taught?

Neither would sun come up,

without you around.

Nor would moon concur to stay,

without hearing your sound.

 My beloved Master!

You must let me go.

Let me go,

before it’s your time to.

 

Word

Words I pen,

an offering to you.

Oh Guru!

Screaming out of me,

are words about you,

seeking expression

in the petty things,

I know and don’t know.

Words I offer to you,

until I proffer my absolute self.

Words I offer,

until you become

my very life breath.

 

Airplane

I flew first
thousands of feet o'er
in a space,
utterly dark.
 
Time flew next.
With a yellow stretch
mingling bashfully,
with emptiness.

A turmoil of colors,
spewed all around,
at the crack of dawn.
The other side, still in slumber.

 I descended in my seat;
breathed the colors in, deep.
smiled at the harmonious black;
beamed at the impeccable auburn.

There was,
on my left, the moon
on my right, the sun
And at the intersection, was I.
 

Dance

I danced,

With eyes barred.

Assumed

Forms, unfamiliar.

Like pawn to drumbeats.

Drunk on moonbeams.

The moon, beamed

Copiously, overhead.

Dizzy moves,

Legless steps.

Snakes,

Danced in my feet.

I danced,

With eyes barred.

And then,

I was dance.

Dance of the Silent

Silence dances across my den,

In the night.
Mute silhouettes.
Invisible shadows.

If you are quiet,
You can hear.
He’ll slither along your spine
And resonate in your ear.

A graceful dance
From the beyond
Tinged with colors
From my paint palette

At the darkest hour
Or at the brightest minute,
He dances,
For those who are
Willing to wait.

Silence dances,
At the death of car honks
And whistle blows.
At the death of fallacy
And blaring echoes.
 

Accumulations

I used to be,

Once upon a time, a collector.

Photographs, coins, gifts and ruins

Music, ribbons, memories and jewels.

 

Spent enormous energy

Collating, collecting, protecting

Lest it disintegrated

Spent enormous time

Gathering, accumulating, fearing

Lest it reached hands unsolicited

 

Now, I no longer care

For when it did disintegrate, I didn’t weep

Now, I am no longer overweight

For I learnt, my collection wasn’t me

 

While I now purge wedges off me

And my possessions fall,

Those accumulations, in all honesty,

Were the heaviest of all.