Deferred monsoon

on Wednesday, 23 July 2014

Hope is incarcerated
As a date in the calendar
Celebrating every day
As an event of depleted emotional relations
Sky resembles an embryo of misdeeds
Clouds float like
Guillotine of green soil
 Sunflowers in the farms
Cover their faces
With a suicidal note of the sons of soil
Thoughts are rusted nails in the coffin
Carved words on the grave stone
Are rituals of last rain drops
Which fill the thirst of parched souls
Of ceremonial visitors


on Saturday, 28 June 2014
My roots penetrate
Into hidden layers of the soil
Unfold into chorus
Orchestrated by vivid birds on the branches
Few petals dancing to the wind and rain
Fall on earth
As a tribute to the path
This paved a journey to abode
The serenity beneath the footprints
Blossoms in the sky
My eyes embrace the trunks in the woods
As I move ahead



on Friday, 9 May 2014
Mid afternoon heat
Frenzy red flowers
A mild breeze sprays
Tender colors
On the naked earth
 Like left over water drops on her body
After the bathe
The floor beneath my lone thoughts
Expands and compresses
Painting orange color in the sky
 Slowly I enter the abode
A night borne in ecstasy

Silence of the dawn dispel
With song of the bird
My sight branches out
With dew drops on red flowers

Spread across between us

As I move on-

on Wednesday, 2 April 2014
path takes u turn

eighth color in the rainbow


on Friday, 28 March 2014
Empty pots salsa
Eyes search in disguise


Springs sparrow-

on Wednesday, 19 March 2014

Invisible tweet
Hymn of nest

(20th March world sparrow day)


on Saturday, 15 March 2014

Spider’s eye

On dark window pane

Some Times…

on Saturday, 15 February 2014

Sometimes dying is a beautiful pain
Leaving the nature of sharing behind us

Some Times…
Resting in peace
Growing again and again

Some Times…
Blossoming In the innocent eyes
Budding at eternal moments

Some Times…
Looking at dawn sprouting with nascent images
And floating with closed eyes

Some Times…
Flying with winged dreaming eyes
Coupled with the viewer and the entity

Some Times…
Placing aspirations in the tender foot steps marks
Building foundations for heaven on earth

Some Times…
 Embracing the soul once for ‘all’
Traversing with transient colors of joy

Sitting on a shore of a still pond throwing pebbles
And observing the ripples with in oneself

Dying is a beautiful pain
Rather breathing like a living dead corpse everyday and hour



Black and green

on Tuesday, 14 January 2014

The departed chameleon
Under the Gulmohar tree
The yearning of it
Lies in green
Suffused in brownish yellow ochre ground

Embryonic season
Yet to arrive
Shades of the tree
 And the chameleon’s eyes
Still black
In the offing
For version of natures shades

In blossoming season
Soul of chameleon
 Is a withering petal of the flower
Fleeting towards the earth

And the full moon
Budding in reddish orange color
Prayer of parishioners

Terrains of sky and soil
Embroidered in black tinted green dream            


Boundary Wall

on Tuesday, 7 January 2014

Eyes struck to the peripheral horizon
Voices of invisible faces
Heard in my soul

Before the departure and way in
Crossing the corridor line
 Hop, hop on space and time
Living within the fortifications
In-house relations and external associations
They hang on
Like the earrings of gossip mongers  

Even after we vanish from the address
A seed disbursed by the bird
Sprouts in the forbidden partition
The dwelling walls expose countless stories
Akin to the signature of the nest
Resonance from cavity in the trunk
Testimony of the naked earth
An indigenous thought
Dissolving aromatic mist
In mud’s chore

 (6-1-14, to the boundary walls of my abode)