The altar of taste

 

My master stuffs up his pocket

Strung upon his tattered garb

My sinews are getting leaked

Pierced cut by cut , slowly

Then they stuff my tatters

Oh wow ! It is some delicacy

My eyes remain open to the pain

The knives that slit my gut

Hurt less than the sight of smile

When the master stuffed his pocket

Once assured of the reward

He handed me over to a knife

My reward of life and being born

To die a death of humanity.

The floor is smeared all over

The pious throng is jubilant

They have earned their salvation

Once I have lost blood and saliva.

 

Delhi

23.54

29.6.23

2070

 

 

The taste of sight

 

 

Saddled on blindfolded search

Reins in my hand and spur on foot

I gallop into unending tracks

The nascent redness now culminates

Into the darkening twilight of time

The clouds turn into slivery grey

There are wrinkles on the sea

The nest hauls the flap back

Into His ever open arms

Even when the flap departed

His palms bade an open bye

With a smile on face

I dared not look in His eye

For I already knew

But my search took me

Afar and away into deeper woods

In search of livelihood

The tents of life remained behind

Like a ship that has reached a road

While the shore behind wonders .

There is no respite to sight

For one dream leads to another

Keeps us awake all the time

The horse is jaded at times

My palms slither on the Reins

For my arms are smeared all over

It is my blood that oozes out

The spur is visible now

In the race I have carried my horse

Bridled by blindfolded rush

The search will never end

For the taste of His tear

Is not in the sight

But when I take a sip .

 

Delhi

9.59 hrs

2069

24.6.23

 Why does  a pointed joke lead to tiff ?

Coz it's a Nok joke

The unexpected

 

 

There is a sonorous silence

Like a concave bowl that absorbs

His own word within the edge

His silence overflows with smile

And betrays the pain of soul

The glitter within is shocked

At this display of masquerading joy

This deafening silence covers

The thunderous moments

Those that reigned the skies

A little while ago , merely a lifetime

It was grey , dark , dazzle and storm

The whirlwind of unbridled love

When the rainbow robbed the world

Of passion  cracked out of untimely rain

When we met unexpectedly

And parted so..

 

Delhi

21.43 hrs

2068

23.6.23

The sure sprout

 

 

A cargo of fruit

Transported afar

Into unknown lands

To spread the seed

And the taste of pulp

Surges to make his furrow

Digs deep into soil

Moulds his own spade

Awaits opportune clime ..

The twig where he shone

Dangles in the same wind

Stretches to find the mark

He has left behind on the soil

The bark that held him firm

Amidst the tempest continues

To meditate amidst wonted sap

The root that carried the crown

Upon his pale forehead all this while

Throned upon well spread flanks

Is nowhere to be seen

The one that held his fort

Amidst enticing gush of floods

The one who stood stout in famine

He conveyed tale he could hear

Shredded in lost whisper of clouds

That had for long vanished silently

Then the leaf opened her lid

To prepare hope for supper

Till when the thud of loaded fruits

Brings a sigh of achieved purpose .

 

Delhi

22.24 hrs

2067

18.6.23

 

 Why is a health freak female in Bengal feared like a tigress ?

Coz when asked Ki Korbe , she replies Gym korbe

The raging breath

 

 

The throbbing core of earth

Gushes the waves amidst sea

Those that are a measure

That the world is alive

While the beat of heart

Conjures up the wild breath

The vapour of an agitated wave

Such is the plight of anxiety

The day is spent in the thoughts

That move from one to another

At night ; when the unbridled tides

Swell to their utmost stretch

Touching a state of lunacy

Then the heart is vexed

Of what the beloved thinks

Much like a land breeze ..

But the rabid breath persists

Once the distances fade

And the hearts unite

We find bubble in the sea

And droplets in the breeze .

 

2066

Delhi

23.43 hrs

10.6.23

 

The clouds below sea

 

The line at horizon

Ceases to beckon

For the feet are planted

Firmly on the skies

And the sea rages down

In a topsy turvy world

That exists where worlds mingle

At the periphery of orbit

Where one horizon is the sky

And the other one is the sea

While the mind is tossed in thought

Which side to pursue

And which one to betray

For the soul is conjured

When both unite !

Now the clouds evaporate

As the spiralling vapour falls

Raises the sea to mutiny

Such is the anxious state

Of one who has surfeit of choices

But has no choice to pick or leave .

 

Delhi

2065

18.19 hrs

4 7.23