Ordeals

How long can you keep me waiting

At the threshold of my breath,

To reach your domicile 

And fall into your ethereal embrace?

Enough of this seemingly endless saga

Of pains and joys I’ve known

Through countless births of mine,  

Those Promethean ordeals I’ve been in!

Have you kept anything to hide from me

For the trust we have kept for one another?

Sprouts of qualms obstinate I nurture,

They are there, I’ve known for ages

Won’t your arid womb hold me in?

 I’ve been sick of roaming in and out.

The train of births couched within

Freak me out making a wimp of me.  

Self Deception

Haven’t we elapsed years of living together,

Prying into one another’s privacy?

Haven’t we unearthed the skeletons of deceit and distrust

We had buried in our minds?

And haven’t we casted ourselves

As hapless victims of self-inflicted brutality?

We’ve learnt to live a life of living death

And to bury phoenix dreams of lustful love 

Don’t we have euphemistic language

To please one another?

An essential skill it is, of ardent love

To deceive oneself and others.

Enigma 

Was  it this place that we visited before
When we walked  hand in hand
Along  the lonely pathways
Measuring  our shadows that kept
Growing from underneath our feet
And spreading into other  shadows ?
Or, was this place that we longed to live in
To spend our unreal  life together ?

Were we talking about our dreams
Of shaping out a psychedelic world,
A world of cooked up stories?
Or, were we fathoming the depth of our prolonged silences
That crawled between us from unknown dismays?
Was it you who I was walking with
Or someone LIKE  you?
Or, was the whole thing a dream
That someone dreamt
For you and me?

You, Rain and Me

From distant clouds of the heights unseen
Sprout tiny droplets of bliss
And down your radiant cheeks
Trickle these silver strings of rain
Oh, dear!
Let's hold these vision in our eyes
Clear and uncoloured

From vibrant souls
On the plains unknown
Ooze  songlets of pain
And from our parching throats
Flow these burning strains of love
Oh, dear!
Let's keep these moments in our hearts
Fresh and untainted.

Nostalgia

These singing wavelets
Lull me into memories of a past;
I swing safe in the hands
Of a caring soul.
What if my skin got peeled off
As I craweled on rough stones!

These whispering sands
Tell me about stories untold;
I lie in the warmth
Of a motherly womb.
What if my ears got pierced
As I went through cruel sounds!

These flying birds
Sing me into lands far off;
I float aloof in the heights
Of the blue sky.
What if my feet got weary
As I tread along thorny paths!

Deers in the rescue camp

In the name of rescuing us
From unseen dangers
You have driven us away from our green home.
Thanks for the safety of the wall
With massive locks for its gates
All what we can do
Is to pose for your eyes,
Your cruel eyes!

In the name of feeding us
With your limited rations
You have taken us away from our fresh leaves.
Thanks for the openness of the cell
With unbound sky as its roof
All what we have to do
Is to bake our bodies,
Our bare bodies!

In the name of saving us
From unseen marshes
You have chased us away from our sweet spring.
Thanks for the dryness of the floor
With hot earth under our feet
All what we can do
Is to parch our throats,
Our dying throats

Loneliness

These iron grills, giant grills keep me away
From the light and sound so enchanting
Very near to me, yet far off.
My sighs rise up
To the wilderness of the sky;
I wish, my dear, you were here!

These thorn beds, wild beds fear me away
From the hue and sweet so endearing
Very near to me, yet far off.
My silence sings
To the loneliness of the groves;
I wish, my dear, you were here!

These burning fumes, cruel fumes choke me away
From the food and drink so relishing
Very near to me, yet far off.
My hunger cries out
To the harshness of the hearth;
I wish, my dear, you were here!