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.

 

Hand

I write not, from the finish line.

I write not, from anywhere near it.

I write while I run.

The fastest I’ve known.

I run.

I run with all my might.

No time to waste.

No wrong step to take.

I’m short of breath.

I’m to douse my thirst.

But no time for transient thirst.

There’s just no time to waste.

 

I write with no pen

Or hope but with trust.
A massive trust, on a hand.
That points me inward.
While I float and swim
Skin of the sky keeps me intact
With the only thread, that of
That hand in camouflage.
The hand points,
Nudging and greasing
All I spill irrepressibly,
Is nothing but poetry.
 

Goldmine

An explorer’s predicament

To uncover a land of gold
 

A long winding road

And years later,

I arrive

 

Yet, beginning of

Just another highway

Or so I thought

 

His face, nonetheless soaks and radiates

A river of grace, which he untiringly

Talks about

 

Long winding roads

And I am very sweaty

So to take a dip, I make up my mind

 

I fell into

An unbridled ecstasy

There, I hit upon my goldmine

 

Castle and wall

You and I build castles

Extravagant buildings

You and I

Elaborate and royal

In solitude though

Selfish embrace of its marvel

 

You and I build walls

Tall and grand

Seemingly meant to shield

Shield rather insecurities

Tall and grand

Yours and mine

 

But a gentle wind

Blows from a city afar

A wakening city, they said

With an ironic gift

To topple everything

You and I

Thought was ours

 

 

Moon

Oh the gracious one!

In your shining armor

You had me spellbound.

 

Your eyes gaze the blackness

Ahead.

My eyes gaze the radiance.

 

I break out into a rhapsody

By your feminine charm

 

So charming

That the little evil clouds

Keep us away from seeing you stark

 

Yet, you rise up

Setting the clouds on white flames

You rise up

Looking like an eye,

An unspeaking witness

 

Becoming music

A piece of music

Of violin, drums and flute fillings

Muse for eternity, amusing me

Bestowing words for my poetry

 

Peck my ears and promptly

Arouse the poet within

Lines I never knew breathed

In the gush of a drum’s beat

 

The peck leads to an affair

Lasting as long as the song

I close my eyes while it lasts

Guiding energies to the apex

 

Like all, it ends where it began

I smile reflexively and repeat

That piece of music

Till I devour
Till I reverberate

Till I become music

 

Plea

The body shrieks

To know, the boundaries wail

To transcend skin, attempts I make

You gently make me wait

A wait, O' so long

A longing, ever so deep

A depth, particularly endless

O' Guru, I beseech for a mere peek

In your alleyway now I am

Fasten me, lest I go astray

In the cosmic ocean of your dictionary,

you say,

I am nothing but your wordplay