The feast and after

 

The spiral of tobacco fumes

Like a constellation in sky

A halo toppled over his head

While the man on the table

Casually polished tonight

Blind to the choice placed

Continues to order repeatedly

To fill his diminished sight

Amidst the flicker of mind

The emptiness of overflowing spread

His plate is still clean but empty

A replica of full moon tonight

While distant eyes from behind hedges

Await spots on  this prolonged shine.

He impatiently awaits a response

Of an unsent text that is not typed

Still scribbled within his turbulence

It erupts every short anxious  while

Then he flashes on his giant screen

The smaller forbidden fonts

The impatient weight of emptiness

And the zig zag patterns of privacy

Intertwine to knit this deadlock

That swells from margins

To inundate the very protagonist.

Now he gives up

For there is no response

To something not expressed

Out of fear of non response

The vicious spiral reverberates

Amidst dead silence of speech

And profound din within .

The unearned tip he leaves behind

Weaves a memorable evening

For one who laid the table

The debris of an evening he bequeaths

Is devoured behind the hedges

With gratitude for a spotless moon

It is a feast tonight for many souls

Who thank that someone turned up

For hours on a table with an intent

But had nothing to eat and much to do.

 

Delhi

19.37 hrs

22.4.23

2061

 

 

The canvas and fillers

 

If this silence of the mind

Were blank as a fresh canvas

And our control on the mind

Like a tightly held brush

Could modulate what we think

Then the verses would spark

Thoughts of profound beauty

Ideas that would erupt petals

Both fragrant and spectacular

Which the thorns would adorn

With bland leaves for contrast..

The silence of the marine mind

Would be filled incessantly by waves

Plunging into a crescendo

Well tuned orchestrated thoughts

Often rising to absolute silence

Like a instant between two heartbeats

To pump thr passion within soul.

How come despite this notion

The colors often get smudged

Beyond the unavailable corners

And overlap on the canvas

To eventually vex our soul?

 

Delhi

2060

21.04 hrs

19.4.23

 

 

 

Lost in the deep

 

The stranger

Whom I understand

When he is shallow

Callous and audacious

When I tend to justify

This victim of stimulus

His shut eyes on a mirror

His abseiling down my soul

When I try to replicate him

It is perhaps too late

For the string is for long severed

I have nothing to evict myself

From the permanent tenant .

A drop of stain sowed within

Can tinge the entire water .

 

Shimla

9.4.23

00.07 hrs

2059

 

 

 

The moon of a day 3

 

In the hour of gloom

You stood by me

Shoved off the dark

That caused my way to stumble

Your silver strands would knit

My hope in the dark hour

When the dazzle of day betrayed

You stayed behind for succor

After night of interwoven emotions

When our strife broke into a dawn

You vanished in the brighter time

In the festoons of glittering hope

When your reflection burns brighter

The search for dark nook

Where the silvery rays could

Conjure a night of their own.

Shimla

2058

8.4.23

0.04 hrs

 

 

The moon of day -2

 

 My faint marks that dissolve

In abundance of daytime dazzle

No one is aware of my presence

From my marginal identity I stare

How the world basks in the day

Despite the scorching heat

Something I fail to have

Even during my brightest hour .

I await to claw back my sky

Nail by nail , inch by inch and every moment

When the twilight sinks the sun

The daylight moans to her demise

Then my colors shine

My silver paints the canvas

They thank me for my wait

The sea that glittered under sun

Now roars with pure passion

Leaving his gold behind

As I shower my silver rays

The entire world below is mine

To the point where my silver fills the sky.

 

Delhi

23.15 hrs

2057

4.4.23

 

 

 

The moon of a day

 

Paled into playing a second fiddle

Dissolved in the dazzle of day

Visible only on a deeper stare

Into the realm of a lit up sky .

A few hours have passed

When in the deserted dark

Of a forsaken night

The blazing sun sinks at horizon

Crackles at the twilight pyre

Wrapped in the  infinite dark

When the white robe spreads

Upon the desolated corridor

A few hours after the gong

And the mast leaves the bank.

The time when a fragment of spark

Shines in the hour of dark

The sparkling moon holds reigns

And moves his silver chariot

Across the path of darkness .

The same chariot fades

Like ice in boiling water

In the radiance of the day.

 

Delhi

3.4.23

23 59 hrs

2056

 

 

 

 

The smiling sight

 

The sky is somehow silver tonight

Thick horizons like raven tress

Flowing silver between the banks

The moon conjures up his own charm

With his dark countenance tonight

A core of black spreads to the periphery

And mingles into nightingale brown

The silver bright sky contrasts woth moon

The night weaves her splendor softly

Casts an enticing spell with her smile

The lips of sight reflect her inner self

The glow of dawn turns her pink

Then all she does is to merely wink .

 

Delhi

21.47

2055

2 .4.23