Bent light

I

In this betwixt of moments

I surge forward to drink

from the wayfarer a cup of tea

who having gauged me

asked whither was I heading to?

To the oblivion of cops

sitting and sipping old days

nonetheless I paid him

a green note of love

and he promised me the love

of God is for me to taste

I drank from the cup

and felt the taste lingering

on till I saw Rajesh Khanna-

an erstwhile now dead Bollywood star

I ask what life has been?

A penchant for love and

girlfriend to the stars denied

transfixed I sat bemoaning

the words as I sputter on

laptop- the soul of a dying woman

having married the love of her life

she had one regret! That life ends

not with a whimper but a bang.

II

The monk having said everything

cried I am dead at last and in the afterlife

of stars married on to stars to breed

more of starry nights on the earth.

The dead woman crying all of sudden

and the wayfarer returning to sing

the song of forsaken diamond that

what life was- a trivial brute on the loot

to loot all the diamonds the curse

of love upon the earth bestowed

A paranormal romance having died

they met again in the mutliverse

where life is cheap but a diamond  ring

is for the abyssian maid who having

lived her days spent the summer

gauging winter and recalling

on the days’end- the lume spento

the bent light.

 

 

 

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The Pyramid’s muse

Remains of the pyramids abound

in the sand and the desert around

No whisper of a sound would dart

there was love for the pyramid to start

 

There were halcoyn days ahead

to commemorate the pharoah instead

To cajole the favour from Gods

to cut with the chisel the bods

 

I must run and not take a cart

must I wait under the sun as my part

to play the subuterfuge to mar

as the heavnly cut chipped scar

 

I must now send a kiss

for the pyramd to never miss

an act to stall

to see through storm pall

 

The grandeur of Pyramid in desert

and to remain it as the love’s tarrot

Her slender hands hold the card

the pyramids still rise straight and hard

 

She waited for love to come and heal

with the pharoah’s seal.

While he drowned in the well

only to see him tell

 

the tale of pyramid’s promise

to hail the hero with tarrot surmise

All he need was to choose

a heavenly pyramid’s muse

 

 

 

 

Samadhi- The meditation

There he sat in oneness with the cosmos

Eyes closed, in lotus position he sat cradling the universe

memory and desire stilled the compass of love

which pointed in east-west and the conundrum of the west

he put to the east, looking for questions dissolving into the abyss

of time and space, time-space dissolving into the true being

His sense of awakening and awareness as weakening

Free floating in the constellations he as a soul nothing

but himself without a space suit feeling the ever stretching space

and as a chanceless in the samadhi, eternally connected to

the music of spheres wringing in the air and calling upon

the name of love and vanishing ego leaves behind nothingness

and the stillness of being.

A momento

I have a rhythm that blinds
the light falling from the sun
cut off into half like the melon
that I had put aside with pride
I would feed her with delight
and carefully nudge the body entwined
in a whisper,I hush the room
and bending upon the shadows
is the sunlight fixated upon the marble
stones where is the God? then
In a loose heaven off the north pole
on the dawning haze that I
open the door into a blazing day
hardly rubbished by time.
My time has been mend by the clock
on the wall. Here is the bend in
time and space and the empty room
is the place where all meet to forget
A tango!

what is love?

Two souls wait for each other like hunchback of Notre Dame wait for the evening gloam

Each bitting the web of time in its own way to merge love and beauty alike in equal measure

Morroco was a distant shore in those days where a painter would learn thousand stars stripped on to the canvas

And a muse of Montreal dreams chase the evening clouds out into the dusty roads till soaking wet in rain

What is love then? To pent up in rain, or stars, or dusty roads or each other then

to wait for nothing in the mildew thoughts of the mountains, to give away a part of oneself as the one soul speaks up

the silence in wooing the other for nothingness!

Desolate table

It is freezing for big freeze is the loose fate of all the cosmos

Its weeping like a maudlin cat having lost the summer for nothing

I am writing on a desolate table with the TV sports on

Its Copernican dream tearing itself apart for Mathematics is too strong

The love of a woman is the forlorn silence that I beg to differ rather than

Agree with the God’s words for the eve was left out in the cold

On a dreary April morning when the lock clicked with the fortune

Of a Spiderman out to bend the destiny with the web and wipe out itself

Its the desolate table with stakes on of a failure of the cascading skies

To unwind for one kiss is the dream of a gypsy woman out in the folds

Of Child’s destiny to turn the fruit rather sweet than to snatch from

The gaping mouths of a twenty and score being fed for nothing

While I on a desolate table continue my yarn of a story on and on.