Monday, March 12, 2018


As the life of human beings, we see around the world
The gold fish is outside its bowl, , which is its abode,
And the pussy cat, roaming around for its prey.
Man and woman are juxtaposed
One in the bowl and the other waiting
For a chance, to devour it..
Everywhere it is the same;
In religion, politics, matrimony,
Friendship, affection and even in games
The round plug wants a square hole or
The square plug wants a round hole..
Without compromise, without reprieve,
Unhappy lives, intolerant and incoherent
Beauty and beast or beast and beauty
In awkward states, life’s idiosyncrasies!.
Diametrically opposed to each other in
Manners, behavior and styles, thoughts and feelings;
For survival, gasp for breath outside the bowl;
And drowning in sorrows, inside it.
A pathetic human story of strife
Of heart burns, woes, and suffering.
Anything or anyone not in their natural abode
Become misfits and make life miserable.
Co-existence pose problem and along with that
Peace and harmony will vanish.
Keep them where they belong to;
Let the gold fish remain in its bowl
And the kitten, lick its lips and mooch around.

Wednesday, November 1, 2017



Death is not an event, which waits for
Anyone, to attain seventy, or eighty.
Along with the moment of the first cry
Announcing your arrival into this world
We kick start the indicator of time, to get moving.

We are an isle surrounded by death.
We can complete or fulfill naught.
Even our love life will not be complete.
The sword of Damocles is hanging above our head.
In death, do we enter a timeless, space less tunnel?

When thoughts, desires, consciousness freeze,
When thoughts become stills on the screen of the mind,
Time also vanish along with it,
The screen becomes a blank,
The projector of the mind stands still.
A spark emerges like a drop, into our being
Into our silence, into that eternity,
And we taste the sweetness of the spirit!
That is attainment, freedom from all bondage,
Liberty and divine love!


When and where do you find
Happiness in our small life?
When do you find agonizing grief?
When the illusion of dreams disseminate,
What is the significance and implication,
Of desires?
Where is frustration?
Where is ecstasy?

We learn to smile through weeping and crying!
We learn to walk by stumbling down many a times!
We become adept in forgetting, and ignoring.
Through lessons, in loving others.
And learn to betray and deceive also by
Defrauding our very own conscience, and values.

Where is truth?
Where is enlightenment?
Where is darkness?
Where is affection and sincerity?
How can we discern the light of the dawn or dusk,
When a curtain of smog, has befallen before us?

When we walk under the hot sunlight
We covet for a cool shade for refuge.
And while resting there, we forget the intensity
Of the heat, in the cruel rays of the summer sun.
We always forget ourselves in our shelter,
And inadvertently enter the sea of unhappiness
To drown in desperation, grief and woes…

Journey of life never stop until you totally not stopped. It is already decided by supreme power, how long you have to travel. Everyone don't have same ...

Sunday, October 22, 2017


Sparkling moon beams over the rhythmic waves.
Midnight sky with a deep gray haze.
I tread silently on cold comforting sand.
Calm silence was broken with soft footsteps behind.

Our shadows met that night along the shore.
They danced in the moonlight.

They sang by the sea.
Heaven was ours for those moments you were with me.

I turned to watch the sunrise,
and you were gone.
Where? How far? I'll never know.
But, I knew that night I glimpsed into my soulmates' eyes.
Now I walk alone by the sea again.
Hoping one day you'll come this way.
My shadow questions me, with rage,
But I painfully turn away.

My shadow still searches for you each day.
I secretly pray, she finds you some way.
I long to dance in the moonlight again.
Maybe this time your shadow won't leave me again.

Wednesday, October 19, 2016


Consangunity has no value
They remain as drawings  on the water.
A stream that drifts between birth and death;
A line on the water in the river of life.

In the heavenly systems that orbits in the universe
Drawing near and  drift away shuddering in its course.
In an isle of earth and inside an inn there
I am just a guest; just a strange guest only.
I can hear on one side mirthful laughter;
On the other whimpering in grief and cries.
Who is the custodian of this inn?
God or Satan? Or God and God only...



History is an umbilical cord
That entwine around the neck like a noose
While we sleep and dream.
The tapping sound of the boots
Running through the chest
Are the sounds of hoofs on cobble stones.
Somebody have blackened the truths
And somebody have white washed the lies
And together they formed as wrinkles 
On the forehead and formed a blackhole 
No light can penetrate and expose.
When the Orion blinks its eye for a jiffy
The footsteps falters and the earth underneath
Is washed away making a fierce sound.
The head stones in the cemetary
Only reveals the date of births and deaths.
But never account the events that happened
In the past, nor the changes in political maps
Nor the boundaries of kingdoms or empires.
History is an umbilical cord
That entwine around the neck like a noose
While we sleep and dream.
When the noose tightens and we suffocate
For air to breath , may be the present
Will beckon us to join and find ourselves amidst it.
Till then will wait and see......

Wednesday, August 31, 2016


Desires. Like A tailor bird, are weaving out a tiny nest, 
With a thousand dreams. 
 Expectations silently lighted the lamps  
Umpteen times, frequently had to put it out, 
 Again and again, in frustration. 
 Saddening realities have entered from remote 
 Unknown areas of disillusionment. 
 I was erecting a splendid edifice 
 On the land of my dreams and imaginations, 
 Even while time clasps shackles on my wrist. 
 My very small aspirations conserved 
 In the garret of my mind, still look forward to  
Sing lullabies in elation, in its realization.  
Life is like a paper boat in the lake of tears, 
Drifting rudderless, in the midst of the vast  
Expanse of water, and rocking in the waves;
 Far away shores remain unseen, in the stark 
 Darkness of the vagabond night. 
 No one to share the anguish in the mind;  
No one to help, to set down my burden. 
 Somewhere in the far corner of the horizon, 
 A few stars are staring at me, through the veil 
 Of darkness, with wrath, appearing like sentinels, 
 And the streak of lightning piercing the darkness, 
 Cannot placate the condemnation of the night. 
 I am still awaiting to hear the song of the Sea birds, 
 as I am befuddled with my directions; 
 Seeking the shores, struggling in the arms of the waves. 
 The flame of my hankering is swaying 
in the Eddies and vortices with life’s turbulence. 
 The earthen pots of scorching pain are seeking 
 Water to quench its burning thirst. 
 In the chilling breeze around the corner, 
The sun painted the eastern sky with crimson 
 Surrealistic images, and it looks like the shore is nearby now..


Friday, August 19, 2016


The amorous tinkle of your anklet
I heard, and the sweet treads in
the corridor sounded, when you came in;
Like the golden rays of the evening sun
Coming filtered through the colored
Panes, of my window.
As a soft overture, when someone touches
The strings of my tense heart,
Like the raindrops settling on the leaves,
Squirting nectar on my life
I was enthralled to hear the soft footsteps.
When you paddled into my chamber
Like the bee, circling around the floret,
Shrouded by minuscule drops
Of the morning snow,
As the footsteps approached me
I found you as another magnificent sun,
Trying to drown in the ocean, of my silent love.
The golden hue of the sun covered you
In silhouette;
The buds of my ecstasy bloomed;
In those moments, I became one in you
And you became one in me.
The earth and the sky stared to find out
The lover, of this gorgeous bride and asked.
“Whoever is the bridegroom of this nymph? ”

The breeze whispered into the ears of the
Flower. ”What will happen to night? ”
And a few stars peeped out from behind the curtain,
In coy meekness, and blinked gleefully.



There is no dispensation for love,
To a maiden who is entitled only
For a mound of earth in the end as her grave
For her eternal rest, and no rights allowed
To have even dreams, while alone.

My heart has turned into a book
Already eaten by white ants,
And could become dust any time.
When I say farewell, I have only
One memento left in me.
To give you, when I bid farewell at last;
A mind, dried up of dreams, and,
A soul made destitute.

There are thousands of meaningful meanings
In the words, we have kept unsaid.
I am carrying the stinking rags of dreams
Which we shared unknowingly through withered
Lonely desolate nights and silent moments;
Carrying it like grey and pale dreams
What is left undone is the slaughter of those
Dreams and I have to undertake that
And lay a wreath on it.
And we both part our ways in two directions
Without saying any more words!


Friday, August 12, 2016


Heavy rains… It’s raining helter- skelter!
Unable to see beyond the courtyard;
Hardly hear anything other than the clatter..
Like pelting, on a tin roof.
This is the monsoon of torrential rain of pain;
Of sodden wicks in the lamp of hopes,
With traumatized desires: desires fondled
In the soul for long, through life’s tempestuous
Paths, rugged, and hazardous.
Heavy rains of tears of desolation,
From the long summer of desertion,
Evaporated and condensed, now falling down
As heavy rain, seeking me..
A long lost lover!

Soft fingers of reminiscence are clasping,
And flouncing, all over my body.
In the haste, the fingers become unsteady
And detach with a spasm of anguish in the mind.
I sense someone, whispering into my ears,
Confiding adorable words of affection,
Discreetly stimulating the heart.
A familiar emotion other than grief!

In the vales of the darkened gloom
Of despondency, shadows creep around.
On the doorsteps of reflections
Some foot treads are overheard.
Outside the window a dream flashed
With a lightning, out of the blue…
This rain will die down, and the morning dew
Will sparkle, on the grass blades again.