The Journey Of A Cloud

Drinking water from the
pool of feelings
the cloud grew larger in the infinite blue sky.

The gentle winds brought
memories of past
and pushed it ashore across the vast land of time.

From by-gone days to
the indefinite future
the cloud loomed with a restless thunder.

Magnified with its journey
at last it alighted,
showing its back to the vibrant sun of the present.

Lost, in gazing the blue sky
was a tearful eye
seen in its stillness, were the reflections of the cloud.

grabbing the reflections,
the clueless gaze ended
squeezing the cloud into a drop of tear.

The droplet gathered on the chin
before it slipped on the ground
and the rain began....

The Goddess Of Poetry

The foot prints of her naked feet,
Ah! The delicateness in the shape,
Imprinted inspirations!
The frock, Milk white,
that balladed with the wind
its wet edges, pouring droplets of emotions.
Love, contained in the bosom
descended through the half shut eyes
and flew, into a lyrical stream.
As a reminiscence of the disconnect
from the spiritual something,
her navel flanked occasionally.
feelings, in her parts of feminity
Hidden, desperate to be awaken
with the urge to be described
in the newest form,
when the rain stops.
Holding the rainbow
as a shield to the rain,
the goddess of poetry
walked on the wet streets..

The Wild Adventure

The forest livens up
With cries of panic.
Birds resting on the trees,
explode into the skies, At once
and a mad rush follows.
To indicate his arrival.

Baboons take it high, atop the trees
As if to broadcast the message
Anxious deers search all corners
The mammoths stand where they are
While rabbits hurry into the burrows

A sudden moment of silence occurs
Even the brook hesitates to muse
A hundred eyes, a hundred hearts
Enquiring the same
“Who’s next?”

And He emerges from his shady hideout.
Dead leaves crackle to his masterful walk.
With a loud roar he graces his kingdom
Silence falls prey to the fearsome screems
And the curtains unfold....

In Love...Again!

The flame fluttered
as winds threatened to drown light
into the infinite ocean of darkness
when her beautiful palms stood guard
transcending hope to the dying oil lamp.

the night reveled nothing of her
but just her face, blessed by illumination.
her bright palms looked like
she had owned the sun
her glittering eyes reflected the galactic aura

The amber-light reflected her forms;
A daughter, in her obedience,
A loving wife, in her commitment,
Mother, when she cared
A perfect women, in her completeness.

her face painted anxiousness
and she dissolved into the night
some other light, wanted hope?
winds brought the music of her chiming bangles
And the moment sipped elixir!

A glimpse of her radiance
embossed in my heart
such that, every time I remember
the lamp, the light, the night
and the beauty
I fall in love...Again

An Atheist

My breath is free from the scented smoke
And forehead does not bare any marks
No more, entangled, is my neck with the symbols of religion
The hymns, the chants and the utter in the ancient slang
Sounds like noise…
silence, now has become my prayer

The idols seem to tease me
Shapes transform behind the closed eyes
The beliefs that I believed in, have turned into narrow roads
And choices, not many left to decide
The lengthy rituals have been almost forgotten
My Will is now my source of energy

Scared of cats I was. But not any more
Eclipse I enjoy as a marvel of universe
My Donations now go into needful hands
“Deeds can do miracles”, I learnt
The black blanket of sightless faith is torn to pieces
Knowledge, is the emblem on my invisible flag

A Religion, that is free from God
A head that bows to the virtuous lord
All that the crypts and the sages say
Is just about the sublime self - undiscovered
Vigilant, almighty and hard to please
In quite hours, I think…
The enlightened form of theism, Atheism is?

The Drunkard

The door of the BAR opened with a bang
Annoyed and murmuring he emerged out of the golden light
As if thrown out of the heaven back into the dark.
Staring at the door, until the last ray of light dissolved
His lips locked over the mouth of the bottle
Like he gave it a French kiss!
And began moving, doing the dance of MJ

Frequently he alighted for one more kiss of The Soma
And again the dance followed.
Uneven, he thought, were the roads
Whenever he tripped over his own feet
Global warming! he uttered
For the earth, for him, was spinning fast

To the sculptures he told his plans
With mannequins he romanced
Ring-a-Ringa he did around the trees
And hissed at the street dogs that barked at him
At the silent corner, finally was the climax,
One more kiss, and he was at the zenith of lunatic ecstasy

Stepping over the footpath,
like an actor, he held the stage
Spotlight, The streetlights happened to be.
his biography he retold to the audience, the empty sides
He cried, laughed, angered, annoyed
He Won, He lost, suffered and enjoyed
And finally silence was acceptance.

On the bench, he lied
The eyes reflected the clouded skies
A drop of tear crawled down his cheeks
reflections of the dreams, squeezed.
The empty bottle slipped out of his hands
And his eyes closed,
Just untill the golden light would knock again
Clueless of surprise that tomorrow would bestow.

Towards The Nirvana

Immersed in the ocean of thoughts
Was prince Siddhartha,
At a window, he stood
That which showed him a forged world
But across the boundaries of his palace
Was a world that contradicted his conviction

His eyes lost into the eternal sky
His mind, wading through the torrent
of questions that had now begun to tease him
The winds that came from the town side,
those which used to kiss his tender cheeks,
now brought shouts of suffering and illness.

each blink of his eyes, brought forth the images
the painful cycle of birth and death
Illness ready to invade, youth sure to fade
On each turn of the minute, death ready to celebrate
Fear, anxiety lust and hate
Tangled is the sublime soul, freedom, it awaits

Disrobed of his pride,
Disarmed of his pleasures
searching for the pearls of ultimate truth
In the prosperous womb of solitude
Barefooted he walked, into the forest of time,
His nascent steps towards ‘The Nirvana’