Saturday, December 21, 2013

Tattooed


My heart sways in wilderness as bizarre moon departs.
Surreal and shorter seem incense filled, insane hours.
Bound in your spell, a lava unleashes from the cell-
sizzles thru each vein - on my soul your tattoo engrafts.


Tuesday, December 10, 2013

On A Pier


Outstretched I lay on a pier wide, square,
gaze up at the sky which stares down at me.
When the dusk-sun, a different colour wears,
and eve-winds aid a flock of birds to flee.
Deeper, the long white sails lazily sway-
a romance with blue waters as they waltz.
And my mind saunters away from the bay-
if only the sand in the glass would pause.
Far, the sun dips further into the bowl.
Wonder if you too are seeing it from miles.
I look up and watch the dispersing clouds
to find your face flash and sparkle a smile.
Nor distance nor time can untie the lace,
forged by your memories - a boundless trace.


Monday, December 2, 2013

The Floating Village


Rolling over the foams of a river,
in a catamaran I cruised along.
To the beats of my heart chugged the motor,
and wind blew away the hat I had donned.
The sun shimmered hurling the yellow pecks.
As I sailed, the waters seemed to widen.
I dangled my feet over the front deck,
and looked farther to the blue horizon.
In the distance lay stationed a herd of boats
which housed children, families, numerous pets.
With schools, hospitals - a village afloat,
and people traded in floating markets.
Bare-chested young kids raced and sprang around
waving to each and every passer-by.
Their faces glowed with energy abound,
and I watched them with unabated sigh.
How well joy streams in thru places unknown,
and fills up those silent, unaware gaps.
My catamaran whistled with a moan-
signaling the time for our final lap.


Monday, November 18, 2013

The Willow Bows


Tonight, I might need a stronger heart.
Who will belt those red cherries?
With every thumping beat, it will ask
was it a myth, his art, as the artist departs?-
The willow bows, and I’m off guard.
Now, just a tale to cherish.
Lonely would be those twenty two yards.



Saturday, November 16, 2013

The Shining Scar


On the deep forehead shines a bright scar
from her helter-skelter days-
etched by a bicycle and wild hours.
I touch the bruise, and muse, fills me with amuse.
And depicts the mischiefs of her youth.
Shy not away from it’s gaze,
it hoards old memories and the truth.

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Scuba Diving (Ko Samui)


The sunlight pierced the deep blue waters
as I waded through the flaps of the sea.
Trudging, I hung onto my instructor,
who, with skill, glided along patiently.
Stomach churned with butterflies as we dived.
Soon a shoal of fish rapidly shot past
creating a ripple as we arrived
at their water kingdom - beautiful, vast.
Species of colourful kinds zipped around
those misty waters, that corals lit up.
I smiled but hissed out a gurgling sound,
and all sorts of images conjured up.
We descended into a narrow ledge
that spread like an underwater jungle.
Shafts of light cast shadows on the sand-bed,
and my instructor blew big ring-bubbles.
I touched the soft sand which escaped my hand,
like the blazing fishes of aqua’s pride.
Gradually we ascended to land.
And I felt the fear in me subside.




Monday, October 14, 2013

Refulgent Eyes


There is dance in your brown eyes today-
wonder what music they see.
Bounce, and sparkle, and my heart they slay.
Pure, unfazed, and far beyond can gaze, untraced.
But when their colours fade, I tingle,
and deep down tears blur me.
Would an ice cream bring back that twinkle?


Thursday, October 3, 2013

A Dog Called Scotch


A stray dog dozed outside a palace
of a king unmatched in fame-
unaware of fate that blessed His Grace.
People thronged all day long, Scotch merrily yawned.
Events transpire within four walls-
wild, and if known, would defame.
Scotch blinks, shakes his head and lolls.



Sunday, September 29, 2013

Khichdi

One winter morn Akbar went for a stroll,
along with Birbal, his witty counselor.
They approached a river, it’s water cold
which dared and tempted the old emperor.
He climbed into the river for a bath,
few dips down and the shivers forced him out.
Defeated he stood, and frozen each part,
complaining to Birbal with grief aloud.
‘How can one stand, let alone bathe here?
I will give five gold coins to anyone
who can spend the whole night in this river.
Is there such a person in my kingdom?’
After many attempts turned failures-
a poor old man took up the challenge.
He stood whole night in cold so severe
for an empty belly growled in revenge.
Finally, with dawn’s first light, he conquered,
and approached king Akbar to claim his prize.
Akbar was happy but he still wondered,
‘How did you do it?’, he asked in surprise.
The poor old man said, ‘Jahapanah,
it was a long night and water freezing.
All I did was stare at the lamp afar
which so flickered and kept me from sleeping,’
Akbar announced that the man had cheated
by getting warmth from the lamp, though remote.
The man cried injustice, felt defeated,
but Akbar was furious and stripped him off gold.
With no choice left the man approached Birbal,
lamented his tale to the sound ears.
Birbal listened then imparted wisdom
for which he was famous all his years.
The old man now, promised of his reward,
returned home to work on their devised plan.
And few days later as per their accord,
invited Akbar for luncheon so grand.
Akbar with Birbal finally arrived,
and waited for the food to get ready.
Hours later his patience was agonized
at the delay in making khichdi.
‘Why is it taking so much time to cook?
Show me how you are making it’, he frowned.
Khichdi in a pot hung high on a hook,
on a tree, and a small fire aground.
‘How can khichdi cook with fire so below’,
Akbar bellowed in hunger, in sorrow.
‘The same way, Jahapanah, when a lamp’s glow,
far away though, on a night cold, warmed me so.’
Akbar perplexed but soon burst out laughing.
‘You shall get your prize, my good man’, he aired,
glanced at Birbal, should have guessed it coming.
‘Now, I shall make khichdi ‘, old man declared.

Saturday, September 21, 2013

Ahas


Suhas :

I recall the time when we first held hands,
walked the quiet streets with first-morning rays,
talked till the glass got tired turning sands-
Shorter seemed the hours of black and white days.

Anant:

Yet again we stand on this wedding stage.
You are still hot, and I’m so breathless.
Mistake this not and bill it to old age-
our golden years of togetherness.





Hunted/ Hunter (Shadow)


Hunger as intense as chase,
night when hunter stalked.
Longer eluded trail that blazed.
Fright conquered, prey baulked.


Friday, August 23, 2013

Kanha



Makhan dripped from the matki hung above,
hungry turned the eyes twinkled with mischief.
When the river bathed gopis with love,
He whisked away the clothes- a prank, a tease.
The Pandavas lost all in a gamble,
His presence halted a shameful disrobe.
Then came the time of preordained battle,
tricked the Kauravas, rightful side He chose.
Now the warriors were shielded with wisdom
against a mighty army of unjust.
When surveyed the foes, Arjun stood frozen.
Would a fight against gurus, kins be just?
Then Krishna enlightened the path unknown.
Pandavas thus armed, and the conch was blown.

Saturday, August 3, 2013

Woman/Wine (Shadow)


Calls she if times sorrower-
sponger that I am.
Sobs invite and tempts kindle her.
bearer unveils glam.


Monday, July 15, 2013

Champagne


Here it lies so docile and casked
awaiting a chance to woo,
and display the fire that is masked.
Like an emotion bottled up, unshaken.
But when the bubbles rise, the cork pops-
a molten lava bursts through.
Kindles all senses with sparkling drops.


Friday, June 14, 2013

Swing


Feet dangled, long hair brushed the tiled floor.
When winds whooshed through the windows,
back and forth I swung with outstretched toes.
A purple dawn reigned as the sunlight streamed in.
Nature donned a colourful art piece.
A quiet lake, the hills rolled.
Swing - a pendulum of memories.


Saturday, June 1, 2013

The Violnist


On the bridge of a railway station,
head bowed immersed in music-
violinist in meditation.
Notes hushed in this place awash with human rush.
Most seem unaware of his presence.
Some drop a coin once a week,
and those who pause are his audience.

Friday, May 3, 2013

The Yellow Flowers




From afar I see the yellow beds
over the road that goes deep.
But not before I scent their freshness.
Scattered they lie, and smile at each passer-by.
I wonder where would they look sweeter-
in a vase or on a street?
Then a girl braids her hair with a flower.


Monday, April 29, 2013

Heat (Haiku)


The leaves agonize
Sun spreads like a hot towel
Hope for a trickle


Saturday, April 27, 2013

Chaas


The fired-up sun spread like a hot towel,
eclipsed the glories of a long winter.
When intense heat poured forth from the bowels,
a jar of iced-chaas shall whip the swelter.


Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Cry


Every morning I ask the mirror,
“friend, please reflect and tell me,
am I what I seem to appear?”
Too proud to express, too blur in else’s dress
is the lame image in which I hide.
Glass looks for I cannot see.
But the truth is truer in a cry.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Talacauvery



Amidst the mist dwells an old temple
on the hill echoed with green,
where the wind drones like a disciple.
Cauvery river starts its journey here.
The bells hum their presence in the haze.
Priest chants. I feel the unseen-
take a dip in the holy amaze.


Monday, April 8, 2013

Rainbow



Heart swelled as passion rushed thru the veins.
Inflamed each fiber along,
and a flower bloomed of a fine grain.
Over an ivy, and its freshness heady
Vast, deep and beyond the illusion-
in the dark ocean it dawned,
on wings of spiritual wisdom.


Friday, March 22, 2013

The Red Mustang



The wild horse galloped with nostrils flared,
the hoofs barely touched the ground,
and golden mane flowed over his head.
A rare breed, a vagabond, gallant in speed-
Appeared to have donned a red robe,
alert to dangers around
that his fiery eyes scanned and probed.


Wednesday, March 6, 2013

The Boss


In his dark den he plotted each move.
The combat-filled young years
poured wisdom over rhythm and groove.
Now, The Boss shunned the limelight and its chaos-
Under his watchful eyes, fighter trained.
Old counsel dispelled fears.
And in the brutal ring, boxer famed.


Monday, February 25, 2013

The Battlefield


Kauravas readied in protective shields
of spears, swords, and the wise old mentors.
Horses and elephants shook the battle field.
Brave archers lined up to send down tremors.
Equally fierce on the other side-
in shining armours the Pandavas stood.
With bows, arrows, and the bold unmatched might-
awaited these warriors, and seemed to brood.
The enemy surveyed, Arjuna froze:
how could he fight his brothers and masters?
Then the golden charioteer Krishna spoke.
His counsel of war recited in verse.
Great kshatriya, his identity known,
good from the evil shown, and the conch blown.