Sounds

Blood river sway in my veins

A trek to the heart

Drunk, swaying and singing.

Towards lap of the heart.

I am hollow.

My ears only greet music

Birds chirp beneath my skin

The cells in my feet heed to it.

If you were sound, you’d be flute and drum.

Or that of the gushing sea.

And if your sounds crumbled into ash,

I’d smear it on my ephemeral body.

 

Krishna

Did I recognize you late?

Did I not see you?

Or did I hum your glories?

Were I one of the few?

 

Did I dance with you?

Did I paint you the sky?

Were you the one to hold me?

When I was tied?

 

You let me fondle the clouds

I remember how it feels

Did you ask to shut my eyes?

When you swept me off my heels?

 

Did I write you poetry?

While you played the flute?

Or did you giggle

When I danced for you?

  

Your eyes glittered

When your stern face told a joke

While mine swelled with tears

And my stomach throbbed

 

Did we meet in the quiet?

Or were they aware of us?

When you placed jasmine flowers,

Did my hair exude fragrance?

 

Did you talk to me?

Or did you just listen to what I said?

Did you hug me?

Or did you touch my head?

 

I know I lived when you did too

I’d remember, only if you let.

Show me who I were to you

Unveil thy glorious secret.

To a teacher

I look at you when you do not see

Laboring to unearth what it is

About you that one cannot love

And with that I love to be

 

A teacher’s tender solace

And sunny smile

Oh! The sweet meekness

The crinkle of your eyes

 

I’d craft myriad excuses

To just be with you

Sit in quietness, see you laugh

Or amble, gently with you

 

A love, so chaste

A word, so reassuring

A lesson, so plain

A smile, so venerating

 

I gawk at the paper; blank

Incalculable emotions; too good to be true

In all, hard to find

An answer to illustrate my love for you

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