Beyond horizon

 

It is the wait beyond the darkest hour

Hoping that the horizon where sun sinks

Will be visible yet again with a new dusk

The golden quiver with darts of sight

Will emerge again with a buoyant day

From the deep turbulence of dark

That coagulates into a thick torment

To stangulate the dazzle with his dark palms

Just an hour longer with the hope of light

Then we realize where we groped for support

Was indeed a track to enjoy the canter

Where our fear created obstacles in the dark

Now the applaud of the silent stands

Resonates with every time we breathe

Only to stay on the shore for a bit longer.

 

Delhi

2172

23.11 hrs

28.7.24

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Nether

 

 

The puff of dust

Swarms with jeer

The recoil of sky

After I kissed the cloud

And brushed a rainbow

When I brushed past her.

Ballooned in vanity

I scoffed at the shelf

My glaze in the nest

Was now the crown

Held back by a string ,

I soared gradually

Till a thunder cracked

And dampened my flight

Brought me swirling down

Whereas now I lie soiled

Finding shards of dreams

Just below the scattered sky.

 

Delhi

19.31 hrs

2171

20.7.24

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

भीम रूपी मस्तिष्क

करे केवल गज का नाश

दुखी है तन परन्तु

लेकर अश्वथामा का नाम

आत्मा करे परमात्मा से

औ तन का तन से मोहपाश

कर्म बीज बोये केवल करने

अंकुरित फसल रूपी परिणाम

The rain

 

She swarms with her dark tress

Dims the dazzle of blazing day

The petrichor sprouts in the mind

Like the dream before a start

She brings smile to the faces

And relief to the parched furrows

The grains that were buried with trust

Transform into seeds when she keeps vow

She hesitates to commence with a drizzle

Then starts pouring in all my thoughts

Finally her ideas gallop upon intense mind

Now firmly saddled like an empress

She inundates every pore with her gushing flow

The froth flushes cache of imagination

She thunders in her passionate rage

My feet are struck firmly and eyes closed

As I freeze,  amazed by the mutiny she raises

When the lady smiles timidly to confess.

 

Delhi

2170

23.17 hrs

11.7.24

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The wrap up

 

 

The tempest is over amidst spoils

Like fading gallops after plunder

The rampage is over after bloodshed

Such is the aftermath of the storm

The branches that shook like brides

Captive in their trembling minds

Losing their foliage fearing the worse

Now the trunks lie uprooted on ground

Like a capsized vessel with inverted life

What was full of buds and twigs

It shouldered often nests of life

Now is termed dead wood

Fit to fuel many a pyre

Lit to liberate unidentified corpses

But entangled in his own identity crisis

Some life is so tender underground

That supports the massive trees

It fails to die easily after the tempest

It decays and dehydrates slowly

Drowns itself in shallow soil

For no one lifts dying roots in life.

 

Delhi

2169

22.59 hrs

11.7.24