Floating Tree

Looking through beneath the eye level

Undressing of an eternal body

Meadows of yellowish brown leaves all over the places

Lust microcosm trundle off with wind velocity

Trees once in a blue moon expose their bare anatomy

Ground breaking ceremony of soil

Atone with painting sky with ecstatic white clouds

Spell bound sounds off revitalization reverberate all over

Thunder struck ground is unknown zone

Episodes seldom conclude…

 @ satya, (20-6-13)

Companion

He departs by narrating everything

In few words

A parched earth

Turns into green meadows

With a shower

(16-6-13)

Dead bare foot

Walking soul 

Waking a dead wood

Pertinent way on foot into the grave

Travelling all alone on the road at midnight

And suddenly crashed by traffic jam thoughts

The moon behind the clouds

Sinks in my belly 

My last wish

Crescent lock on my coffin

A twinkling star hole 

Glaring hollowly

And I am actively dyeing

Imprisoned my self without bars


@satya Srinivas,(16-6-13)

Naked truth

Some thoughts are stationed at home.

Moon and sun put down their traditional color

Before their reappearance

At every dawn and dusk

Sky attires itself in shades of

The last stoke of the brush from the palette

Few habitations do not have doors

Seasons shed their odor

At these junctures

Roots pertinently revolve

Consistently sprouting on mud paths

Few foot prints

Are still at my door step

With stamps of soil

Maps of destination are drawn by the visitors

Abodes still do not lie

(17-6-13)

Yen

The site of

Planting paddy saplings

Resembles Women’s contour

In earthen root seed form

The desire of kissing their mud fingers

Burns me to breathe in the field

(17-6-13)

Words travelogue

Often silence

Speaks silently

Like the words taking shape from the key board

On to the screen

And withering away

In a brisk of a time

Silently

The response

Utters a ‘like’

With or with out smile on the face

My eyes twinkle

On wet lips

The gulp in the throat

Sinks without notice

Silently

Some read aloud silently in their hearts

Stone words on my grave

Have silent eyes

Do not place flowers in silence

Just close your eyes and think the moments

Which we loved to share and couldn't

Now I can feel those colors

In solace

When you turn back and leave

My soul whispers in your heart

Silently

All along the way s and years to come

(8-6-13)

Feet Apart

Living in

The way to hide

For   a seeker

Hiding places

Mother’s womb

Before born

Trunks and rock caves of nature

 In child hood

Limbs and lips of wife

As grown up

Aspiring twinkling eyes

 Of children

As greying

Day by day

Tagged in spatial chord

In the treasured tones

Like sprouting flowers

Of abodes

My Feet

Search its unattested prints

On the virgin soil

To transmit the

Fragrance back home

(8-6-13)