These incriminating
bars
Deeply fixed
in the mind
The opinion of
the world
Self inflicted
limitations
The boundaries
of propriety
The compromise
with mediocrity
The doubt on
ability
Or counting on
support
Or a lack of
faith
When I went ahead
by a step
The cage gre
bigger each time
Till when the
cage ended at horizon
I realized there
was no captivity
Ever to bind
at the fordt place.
Delhi
2149
16 47
10.5.24
On the wild rocks
Beside a flowing
brook
In her zeal with
the flow
She finds herself
astray
Only because
she is no more
A part of the
wayward throng.
Rooted to the
black rock
She forgoes the
impending treasures
While the sun
entices her
With the assurance
of a cloud
And freedom from
the fetters
But she loves
her destiny
The dew of the
silvery spell
The pearl of
the sparkling night
She need not
await the union
With the treasured
ocean
Her grace is
her jewel
And the reflection
of the stars
In the sheen
of her dream filled eyes
Is the dazzling
diamond she carries
All the time
of grayness and thereafter .
She also embraces
the dazzle of day
To waltz with
the sun around the ticking hours
Her smile under
all circumstances of life
Makes sorrow
surrender eventually
Though when she
reaches the peaks
The touch of
a wayward nectar filled cloud
Leaves an astray
drop in her eye.
Delhi
23.55 hrs
2148
9.5.24
My reflection
swayed the tides to mutiny
I myself could
muster only a few ripples
My shadows climbed
walls as I trudged
On the oft beaten
paths that rooted towers
Like the seed
that mingles in the dust
Weaves a song
in the cloud scraping nest
The Master who
spurs the stride of the sprinter
Himself applauds
from the wooden stands
The splinter
that sparks a dazzling fire
Itself gets charred
black within the flame
The devotees
proper by chants in some fashion
Their God stays
beyond all the worldly affluence
Such is the emotion
that ignites dreams
But remains dormant
in unrequited love.
Delhi
22.48 hrs
2146
8.5.24
The spiral
smoke tonight
Creates
ripples in a beam
There are
myriad layers
Of colored intoxication
amidst cheer
Held within
colorless glasses
The Master
picks hues from disciple
While He gives shape to the followers
A beverage
on the table is effervescent
It overflows
the brim without provocation
Someone
clicks a perfect picture of lights
That blush
above the youthful bubbles
The noise of
cheerful songs is deafening
It numbs the
coils tucked somewhere within
When the
whispers need to be shouted aloud
The
drowsiness arrests this vagrant pain
At one dim
corner a lighter sparks often
A thick
syrup never comes out of toppled tumbler
But someone
sips elixir from an opaque cup
And dances with
chopped feet while sitting
Those on the
dance floor never notice Him
The last
rites of fuming ashes repent eventually
The imposed
smiles on a filtered display
Whereas some
ends of life remain unburnt.
Delhi
8.5 .24
2145
03.37 hrs
Struck
amidst marshlands
The sinking
hour tugs down
Immobilized
like a prey
Slowly my
limbs surrender
I slide into
the claws of time
To slide slowly
into a new world
Where my
arms are tied by serpents
They hiss
and recoil with a vengeance
To retaliate
for a concocted wound
The snakes
are tied to stooping trees
While the
moon is a ravine orb tonight
Amidst a
silvery white night sky
Another time
when pain ought to be
Rather than
actually being felt
Oh ! The
pretence and propriety
While the
day had a dim blue sun
Amidst a
dazzling golden sky .
The tribe
weaves a song Amidst the wood
Much to the
chagrin of my fetters
They tighten
the noose to crush my arms
Whipped by
another hissing lash
Till venom
runs through my pores
The feet bleed
with excruciating pain
While tears whisper over tilted head
The rivulet flows
towards the peak
Such is the state
of mind
When the hour
is spent in concern.
Delhi
23.48 hrs
5.5.24
2144
The web of intertwined
exhalation
Fumes of a heart
with an empty sigh
Remains of an
abandoned soul
Reflection of
a hollow mind
Blocks the flow
of free breath
The self inflicted
asphyxiation
The pillowed
face gasps for freshness
When the support
to spend the dark
Is pulled atop
in desperation
Then the pent
up volcano bursts
Which otherwise
could fuel an ore
The flavour of
latent skill changes
With perspective
of the beam of mind
The clarity of
the forthcoming miles
Makes the journey
more worthwhile
Else the strife
is the labour at treadmill
The vision behind
is dimmer and smaller
To avoid the
clash with a speeding past
The empty sigh
that ends with a smile
Is often a mask
of many an unwept tear.
Delhi
01.16 hrs
5.5.24
2143
