Unwrapping

Raw and gory little being

The cosmos takes its first breath

Debarked from a realm of bliss

The earth steals a petite kiss

You are now wrapped in papers of morality

An additional paper of colorful guilt

Innumerable others of vivid philosophy

And yet another of dire hatred

Food you eat

Or the wrappers around

Elucidate the weight of your body?

Nonetheless, you are primed; you are on

A quest to revivify the dim

A journey to unwrapping a gift

A gift; from another alien realm

Tear apart the papers

To that default ecstasy within;

A souvenir of the higher

Do not resign; Mind you!

There are layers to strip

Before you slumber.

From a lover

I am lost

In a tide so enormous

Swollen with people

And their desire to touch him

I am looking

From a tide so enormous

Tiptoe; wobbling waves

To see what they are looking at

I am seeing him

Clad in white; hair to ankle

Among tears and laughter

Cries to just touch him

I am seeing none else

Blind; swimming in sweat

In haste, to reach him

Eyelids do not bat

I am saying his name

With the enormous tide

A desire, so collective

My heart has now moved up

He stopped there

Heart now clogged my throat

Turned around; him smiling

Searching

Searching for someone

Me? Smiling

I swallowed hard to unclog

Unclog my heart and brain

Waves immobilized

Crest and trough; frozen

Patterns reveal my way

Only one, to The One

I am flowing

A fluent river through a sea

Towards open white clouds

River gathers speed

My face against his chest

My arms around his waist

From an unexplored dimension

His love, I taste

His warm embrace

Melt into me

Like fusing clouds

The subtlest it could be

How many more dreams

Of such should I see?

Before he makes this

My reality?

World

World, a mirage

Inflamed with bitter nonsense

Can I see that I am in knots?

Trapped first under skin

Then entangled

In the ribbons of thoughts

Perspectives. Of all and sundry.

Questionable reality.

Is sound not a dimension?

Seventh, maybe?

I am drugged.

A heaven though. Certainly.

Now repositioning me

Have you ever by chance

Tripped upon this realm?

That I am presently at?

Only moving silhouettes

Oblivious. Silent. Funny.

Do they know I am away?

In case they see me?

I am liking the seventh.

Are there more of such?

For I’d love losing my way

Seeking You.

I don’t see another dimension. Not yet.

I am hallucinating. Indisputably.

For what I see,

Is painted behind my eyes

Not around me.

Amla

Fingers sway on earthen pot

Rhythm from nothingness

Empty spine of a flute

Whistling bliss

Luring me into a brilliance

Could anyone touch me?

Like fingers on that clay?

Could anything soften me?

Except the flute he’d play?

Like dawn beads on grass

Effortless strings of Veena visit

The company of flute

To appease my ears’ thirst

Mischievous energy

Cheerfully tease me

I sanction its spirit

To indulge me

In trance, head sways

Eyes shut from the Earth

Smile carved by lips

Peace exposes its worth

Drenched cheeks

Beats weaken

To the groaning fan

My ears reluctantly open

Charcoal

Cooked by delicate burning

In a bowl, lay, lifeless chunks

Unaware of its life’s purpose

Cling to its family pieces

A brave one then ventures out

To be fed to a thirsty candle

Between a heartless pair of tongs

Tip of which, ironically,

Cold to the wrathful warmth

Its black body imbibe the red

From the fire devouring it

Orange, red, orange-red

Randomly, smiling ruby

Randomly, frowning red

Newborn fire in tummy

Perishes if not fueled

Tongs feed the flame again

A million dust of diamonds

Keep the charcoal burning

Powdered incense now rain on hot coal

Evoking a fragrance none knew

Deeper the red, mightier the dance

Of white smoke that arose

At times sandalwood, sometimes of rose

Skin of the musky fragrance explores

Curves of an empty room

Spicy, sweet, scented molecules

Fondling every object it owns

The black flesh with peeling gray skin

Glows sunnier with a puff of wind

Fulfill existence as intended

And heaves a sigh of red

Blue

Blue, the back of my eyelids

A tinge of stark

I step into a space

My room is never dark

For I dread it

My space is never dark

Not darkness of truth

But the color black

Blue, the color of my eyelids

Escort me to space

Intangible, indefinite bits

I stare, closed eyes in daze

The skies and blue oceans

Gush with enticing expanse

Unite at a mysterious horizon

An everlasting trance

Blue, the color of skin

He’s an embodiment of truth

His dainty fingers enjoy

Caress of the exquisite flute

The warmth of sapphire

And a stroke of azure on canvas

I touch both with delicate care

Blue; my growing madness

Blue, the color of my eyelids

Escort me to space

Intangible, indefinite bits

I stare, closed eyes in daze

Gravity

Don’t slumber, neither do you cringe

On the burden we bequeath, you willingly binge

Dwell within them and reside in me

Live in and out of the earth and in all that we see

I don’t see you; yet I am experiencing

A rigid embrace in your very being

You fathom the passion in a dancer’s feet

You drink the love of someone’s conceit

You are the greatest of all fetchers

You are the grandest of all catchers

Stars and planets float with power unmatched

In the gargantuan indigo space, no strings attached

The beginning of the cosmos, He set alight

Power vested upon, to ants and planets, alike

From where do you come? To where do you go?

That we needed you, how did you know?

You existed before me and long after I am gone

I don’t see how you are different from any God

One soul of you, treat all the same

Neither you see color nor do you declaim

This tender planet sans gratifying serenity

Divided by opinions; United by gravity