Slaughtered and slit
A pause to ruminate
Marinated deep within
Scorched on skewers
That drill through the rib
Sometimes life delays escape
Amidst the slicing edges
Maybe tormenting electrodes
Or enticing hooks that dangle
The plight of being half alive
Pleading for an instant death
Which is denied with savagery
Finally decked in a silvery shroud
Dipped back in the gory sauce
The fate of old dead dreams
When they meet within the soul.
Rishikesh
2193
20.28 hrs
28.5.25
These tides that leap so high
Sometimes that I crash into skies
The glitter that was atop on shore
Now the twinkle swarms from deep
As if it were my wonted sea bed
The soul is all dizzy with this disillusion
Every sight ends in an abrupt horizon
Whenever I search for a place to reach
The long hours were for long spent
In carving roads to the time to come
When life passed through bye lanes
For it was always the way forward
And time is not known to return.
Found on an unknown shore sometimes
Those who had alighted with a thud
When the world was stranded in the sky
Then we know that instead of advancing
It is only drifting that we often know
The best of the times go with the flow
The destiny often changes destinations
For it is a round world after all
The directions are only relative to where we are
Every advance is actually a return .
Rishikesh
2192
09.54 hrs
10.5.25
The path lightens up
Winking with his dazzle
The peripheral reflection
Of our resplendent sparkle
The runway to endless joy
Then the leap into skies
Afloat atop the vagabond cloud
After the twinkle below blurs
Busy amidst the ravine dreams
There are so many places to reach
When there is nowhere to go
Then the prompt of the destination
The belt is fastened again
The uneasiness of descent
A thud alights us from voyage
The margins are now sadly dim
At the terminus of weekend road.
Rishikesh
2191
5.5.25
20.10 hrs
I lift shards of cracked mask
It fell off in a weak moment
I persisted with my smile
Hiding behind the perturbed look
The silt of vice settled within
While I mingled into worldly ocean
The pretence of unblemished virtue
Like the tides erupted on façade
While stealthily the deception fell back
Into the new depth of my placid bed
Till the time my eyes could overflow
With the pent up brine within
The mask was so wonted to mendacity
It could not hold the flowing emotion
And fell off insolently in a glaring throng
I was expected to smile then with the crowd
Here I was full of audacious tears
Startled, I knelt to pick the shattered face
And lo ! The mask was transparent all over
I had been comfortable to hide myself behind it
While my inner designs were stark visible
Amidst the debris of my founded belief
Lay the reflection of haunting eyes from behind
And I could see the treasures of my depth
Glitter in the piercing beam through the shadow
Of a fallen crown and a doused halo .
Delhi.
2190
23.24 hrs
12.4.25
Like the tiny signboard
That arrives and vanishes
In a flash on an express way
People brush past everyone
In an overflowing throng
Every small speck we ignore
In itself is stuffed with life
The town of a gritty resolve
The street that awaits the child lost
In the puffing dust of the speeding lane
That sinks In the glitter of a metro city
Stretching to storm into a swanky mansion
Afar from the dedicated street light
Under which the resolve was constructed
The sparkle blindfolds the eager sight
The signboard becomes invisible
The life behind the beaten path remains unknown
The cipher is complete and infinity remains hollow
Like a loving shore and an alluring horizon.
Yamuna nagar
2189
20.38 hrs
18.3.25
