The dreams of reality

 

 

The swarming clouds thunder

My dreams sprout in their flash

For these are my last morsel

That have fallen in the cracks

My breath is held up to sniff

The promises of graying sky

As it wraps the spread out silver foil

By overflowing illusions of vapor

That pour to prove their existence

The wood of pyre now needs to be saved

To carve a door to guard little treasures

That will erupt in the empty house

A little further, like a mirage

Some dreams echo into the eye

Of steady crops and hopeful hands

The busy sickle and rampant giggle

When the yield will last the next birth

It must rain tonight to germinate dreams

Latent so far in dried up dormant eyes

The silent sighs trust the thunder of skies.

 

Delhi

00.09 hrs

29.5.24

2154

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The conjured reality

 

I whipped these unbridled waves

They now gallop to unsaddle the creator

Thrown to a whirlpool I climb back

Stretching my every limb to rise again

By now the ripples have known

As they slip their nod in unison

Into the trough of the placid submission

For how long the name lasts self

When the fall twists the branch

While the tempest interrogates the nest

Even when dismissing the buds with disdain

But my expanse saves me every dusk

From the embarrassing blush every dusk

By swallowing the sun on horizon

The name stretches beyond the capability

Every now and then , whipped at altar

Knocked out before the blow,  still standing

With bleeding soul and brutally assaulted

Mich before the fight commences every hour

The hand that shakes like a tempest twig

Covers every flap to conjure a chirp.

 

Yamuna nagar

2153

00.57 hrs

22.5.24

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Pa'bandi ( punjabi)

When a guy adds his girl to an all boys group leading to hesitation in free expression by them 

Broken Scratches

 

I stare  within the panes

That alienate ftom my innerself

With what the world knows

To find multiple fragments of me

Cracked on an intact mirror

The rough cracks I feel on mirror

Are in fact only mine ..

A dispersed beam ftom behind

Glitters on my imperfections

And there is a rainbow without a cloud

Or  without a drop of rain.

I pick my broken bits from ground

To realize that the mirror is a mirage

That progresses with every stride of mine

For as often as always

I have chiseled myself with scratches

The world marvels at the dazzle

But disapproves the pain of crack.

 

Delhi

2152

19.5.24

00.22 hrs

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At the brim

 

 

The acid boils at brim

It corrodes the heart

If tears churn within

And chars the visage

If they slip beyond horizon ;

A struck up empty sigh

Stifled vapor of crackling soul

Hides behind a losing smile

Much like a child behind a pebble

Hides from invisible parents

With his eyes closed

The world appears to overlook

With a knowing glance

That disrobes the concealed evident

Embarrassed in the day

Uneasy in the dark

Till when the day and night

Mingle with each other

Every now and then at the brim.

 

Delhi

00.13 hrs

18.5.24

2151

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wrapped within self

 

 

I needed some leaves to shelter

When my wings could not carry

The chip in nest to above clouds

With every thunder my fears poured

I kept my shelter ready even in sun

Wrapped to cover my flaws

Or to conceal the surfeit of benevolence

The cover was always ready to veil.

Whenever I exposed my tender nest

The clouds emerged even on a bright noon

My chirp dwindled and died in nest

Eveytime it echoed a thunder from heavens

Only if words remained buried corpses

But they often sprouted into crops

While I remained hidden within furrows

In search of a root to hold deep within

But shrivelled to yield more seeds instead

Wrapped in vicious layers of self

What they identified as a me

I often shed skin to disown my forms

Sometimes I carried my past layers

To wade through the waters from heaven

When I carried my dried up tears

The salt was dissolved to liberate my soul

But when I carried my layers with me

The burden was a marshland to freedom.

 

Delhi

23.19 hrs

2150

13.5.24