Poems....

20. My Voice

Oh life!

Why are you away, so far?

The stream of light is hidden

It is hidden beneath the deep layers

Those layers are buried inside my skin

My inside is rotting and punctured

A punctured cyst was burnt and taken out

And came out with it the mother in me

Life… that one can feel and breath      

Life… that moves around a world

That world of mine is not responsive

Even to the dose of tincture and technique

Oh life!

To possess you and shape you

Corners of faith I shook and searched

All beliefs were made straight

Stones and religions touched me

So that the darkness in path is cleared

The path… that is blocked now

Has blocked our joy from meeting us

Time … only time can show us hope

The night of hope shall end soon

To make way for the bright dawn

When a voice shall slowly creep and crawl

It shall turn and swim in my fluid

And give me a call one day…

I…I shall alone hear that one sound

For that sound will be… ‘Mother’.

21. LIVING STAGES OF WATER

FORGET ME NOT …..SAID THE FLOWING WATER ONE DAY

ETERNALLY I HAD BEEN CLEANING THE EARTH EACH DAY

OF ALL THE DIRT AND THE SINS OF THE MANY RACES

SOME SHADES LIGHTER SOME DARKER PLAIN FACES

HAD DROWNED IN ME…WHAT THEY THOUGHT DEAD

HAD USED ME TO HIDE…WHAT THEY HAD TO SHED

I AM TRANSPARENT AND CLEAR TILL MY CORE BLEED

I AM FREE OF ALL MALICE FOR ANY PARTICULAR BREED

I DON’T SAVE FOR MYSELF AND HAVE THAT LITTLE GIFT

ONLY FOR ALL THE LIVING THINGS THAT THRIVE IN MY SHIFT 

I GIVE ALL I HAVE TO RENEW THE CORNERS OF DELIGHT

THAT DELVES IN THE CREASES AND CAVES OF FRIGHT

IN ALL STATES OF LIQUID THAT I MAKE BREATH AFLAME

CAN SUSTAIN LIFE IN ALL FORMS, SHAPES AND CLAIMS

22. PRAYER OF A LONESOME HEART

Distance when separates a pair

With no place for reason to share

The warmth of the deep lost love

Spread its arms all night and day

Call it strange devotion or an inclination

Those words can never come again

Those were meant to amuse one special

By the sword of love who were once slain

Dismal glowing loneliness in passion

Silently sings many unheard songs

To know that touches and glances are far

Still they live alone the path with few frowns

When I pass a bird sitting single

Harbour a wish to see two together

A lonesome heart can stand faithfully

To pray – no lover stays far from the other.

Language of love has no caste of its own

No country, no colour , no body or faith

Beast and human alike can give and take

It’s universal with no boundary till date

23. I see it….

Yes, I love it 
I feel the soft love 
in every single bit 
of this lovely earth 

I strongly smell it  
Goodness is what I smell 
in every single bit 
of this vast land and corner 

I passionately give it  
Yes, I try every failure 
in every ways that it hit 
In treacherous games of life  

I keenly see it  
Yes, I see d*mn possibilities 
in every dead impossible grit 
that is given in return for toil 

I earnestly pray for all tit and bit 
For a pure, fresh  happy mind 
not for the longing of a long life 
BUT of a world of white peace.