Friday, 14 August 2020

The still born agnostic

 


The still born agnostic


One cage opens into another

Though an infinite cloudy one 

The sea that pours at horizon

Touches the cloud and doubts

The salt he carried amidst waves

For the rivers that plunged were bland

Some strands of hay and a pile of life.


The rain drops that fall into waves 

They giggle at the flakes on peaks

The pain of thaw and silt along banks

Like prayers to a misplaced God.


The patter of gushing rains on pane

The longing to lose salt to rain

Amidst the splash of carefree jump

When those without a cage huddle

And look for strands of hay for shelter

The porous umbrella of invisible fabric

And the breeze that pulls us back

As we tightly clutch on to a faith

That neither is dry nor drenched

The wonted  spots of dampness .


What looked like a nest from skies

Turned out to be an open cage

It saved from the downpour

Even as clouds vanished after rain


Delhi

1873

10.10 hrs

15.8.20

Saturday, 1 August 2020

Thd hollow rocks

The hollow rocks

The  cave where nomads dwelt
Was indeed a vacated volcano
Bled till the last lava drop in vein
Now the algae veil the wounds 
Like a smile that masks acute pain
The abrasion of time adorns 
 My hollow walls that shelter 
The vagabond dreams of nowhere 

Delhi
1872
2.8.20
00.40 hrs

The sea fails to suffice

The sea fails to suffice

The sea fails to suffice 
For the  lost one drop
If it were a seed of cloud
I would await the rain
But here the drops fill eyes
In vain to recover the lost one
The sea indeed fails to suffice
Even though it overflows often
These fickle shores of vexed eyes
The  horizon changes his visage
With alarming monotony of time
The gory  returns after his dazzle
And cracks into the shell of grey
Often the high tide of helpless pain
Sprinkles a pinch of sea on my brow
But the lost one fails to return to shore.

Delhi
1871
00.12 hrs
2.8.20