STORY

Story then leans forward to foretell, 

The mere glimpse promised to rewind,

The ways divided to consummate hell when own mirror betrayed the fulsome glance.

This seldom reached its desired Camelot,

She daringly sits with no edge to let.

She often puts up a face of honour,

In the morning when dew dispels,

It was for the drops of sun to whistle around,

Walking in the evening when it fades.

 This creeping claustrophobic culmination 

Flooded, still roll on to be parked,
Though skidding the ear-marked destination,
The fuss goes on like this to pseudo style.

I remember the past of wild hunts
when it was too easy to escape, 
when the holy basil surrounded 
the memories of many,
when I fiddled with my own map.
The day of moderns began
with the mighty shapes of alphabets,
the digits grew more dominant than petals,
Turned with these all, I join the rats.

In the race of recognition, often I come across with verve,
These fissure and yet I crave for the phase when all was abeyant,
That tranquillity, I address and eyeteeth: the fountain of this face, 

Still I dream, I chase. 

I LAST MET YOU

I last met you...
the nursery wines,
the rollicking riders and the eerie mimes!
The lost flickers...
where lavenders bloom,
Hope I ride faster
to drop you till moon!

Go in the winds or go soon,
I ride the same...
where itching sweeps,
No one there to blame!

THE WALKING ROADS

You and I go on a road of motion,

Of substance there-

The loss of substance with a feel,

Gone is all other despite solution and zeal.

The roads form and split,

The inner iron without looking at past;

The past riven with success

Mystifies today with lost axis.

Follow the roads -- the walking roads-

Deviate and it leaves you,

Reroute and it cautions:

‘I’m the walking road needing judgment and diligence’.

Severing the glooms of dust, the one

who clears the road’s matrix

becomes the needed Ulysses of now and fore;

the one we heard about in a chronic folk-lore.

FOREVER WITH YOU

Love, a sweet aroma to attract,

A rosy sound to enchant,

A palpable feel to evoke,

More becomes – a penchant.

The welts and warps of emotions

Keep bonding apace,

Fill remote rambling gaps

And prevent all space.

No demands no complaints,

But somewhere these creep up;

These are leaves of love

Some day will rise up.

Colossal prospect dooms to fall:

A stumbling block that love can’t sever,

Space to me, space to you

Reserves love forever with you.

THE MOMENT

The ready feet to jump,

The aching heart to pump,

The day as a hump,

calls the meteor to scratch skin and peel.

The moments that cannot heal find a gap to rest,

Yes, the facts were taken abreast,

As I went to take a test,

Hue and screams jolted the moment

to gather the moment in total stride with no lament.

The gushing line running after time,

Submerged in the myth of mime,

The chosen path was my sign

that lingers and plots time with time.

Taken out of mime-myth-

The ever-ready feet is ready to jump

and heart readily pumps,

The risen ruined run reminds reserved rotten reprisals

The day now is not hump but a

lump insoluble, divisible just to make us numb.

THE SMELL

The noxious smell out of the window
makes me subconscious,
When I walk forward to take some steps-
Something stops me utterly vicious.

This smell comes from every space.
This all-pervasive challenges us,
laughs at us, at our defencelessness-
Creeps into the steel-body to steal all gladness.

It is a smell of self-love,
Making us all crippled
to do something for others-
We all are but dummies of ourselves, we actually don’t differ.

The world drowned in it, splashing
The people playing the blame-game,
Seems whatever steps we take-
It will more or less remain all the same.

HEADS

Remove the red-spots,
Negate the negative-nods
Invite thinking heads-
To clean the filthy lots.

Remove those who make abnormal normal,
Negate those who practice the above formal
Invite thinking heads-
To clean the maximum that was minimal.

Remove the weeds of society,
Negate those who create anxiety
Invite thinking heads-
To clean the debris, created despite the presence of the Almighty!

Remove thinking heads that only think,
Negate those who pose they shrink.
Come-on working heads, do your bit
Lest this squealing world will take no time to split!