The one lone evening
I meet on some turn
And the rain clouds
Thirst for the earth
And she since ages
Hides herself behind spectacles
Like night after sleep’s end
Separates from itself.
And this is an illusion
Of seeing love in temple
More lovable she becomes
The animal was more than a brute, a cold hapless meat
Between the sockets of his ears ruled the music of the wind
Whether he liked the wind more or the music
Was the question for a King before he his dethroned
Should I allow the fly to sit upon my nose?
Is yet another question for the clouds to gauge speed
Of the wind and be blown away through the ether
If it exists but the philosopher was silent at his core
Could you tell me the story of Helen of Troy?
Sure comes the voice I must heed to
I am naked in the storm, walking towards the wind of rain
It is raining really hard now.
The dust litters the room as left by you
more of absence is heeded to the flower folds
Loosely pouting from the bell jar as with a swipe of
Poisonous tongue hurling over his lips
Still silence could breach the dialogue of me
With you in nothingness begetting nothing
Love begetting loveless corpse of a deity
On the rolls of the King who never was
A brave soul to defend his own love
Lest the loveless jitters strangle whosoever
Dusts the dust whether a piety or robber
That building of paper like build
and sharp dyer looks into
And is drawn parallel
To the men of another age
Hopeful,merciless and hardworking
Who cocooned in the silence of night
Like a rabbit on toe of tortoise
Who sits bemused watching the work of God
In utter silence.
Those I met on long and winding journey
Today again I met them since you returned
Neither I have discontent for the world
Nor there is intensity of the moth
This was the destination in homage
When We had stepped out on journey
This is what I have got
The villa of yours is like moon having wound up on the earth
And today I am in company under your tent
Love from heart to heart is drawing upon blood of sorts
What medicine I do of love malaise?
Is this the world I deserve without you?
A year of two seasons served on a platter
Of sun sufferings in the open
When all live in pursuit of golden fleece
What wings I have got are forbidden
In yearning of flying season
I have cloaked this flourish of paper
Which escapes my hold of pen and ink
What about you?
Knowing I suffer in the sun storm of your love
Love you with all the will of heavens
You delight in the summons of Emperor
Who would partake nothing but love of the Gods
And here you rest in naked feet as sworn to pledge
to tip-toe in my presence like paying homage
To the Love God and you would offer to him nectar
And the love rose would blush in the hands of a maiden
And in the end on the altar lies your soul
Unsure of any God who might exist out of chaos
You find around and it sits like an order of the cosmos
And you are young fox
Why don’t you have a feeling for the old?
The sagging life hardly shaking but with a gusto
Looking for some satisfaction to the end of the world
Why don’t you see the old faces smiling?
What is in the body of a damsel that dazzles the stars?
Hung on the tree as if it is the ultimate decree
I am lost to the vixen and the shrew
And the damn earth that helped them grew