Category: poetry

like a guard
stand there
dont let any weird wave cross
the border
you have drawn
guard it well
dont complain of the birds still fly into a net
you had spread to ward them off

sensations are numbed
you pricked the needle too often
but i am getting the skin replaced
will burn this one
ash will be scattered over those mountains
where in monasteries, we prayed
for peace and order
and then as expected
all the disorder followed

sort this out

still
a brown obelisk
i have ordered it
dont bemon
nothing needs to be done
just bury me, and don’t turn back
they say resurrection can take place

i dread to think of that
but i still want you
to decorate my grave
and plant a few seedlings of black
coloured flowers
if you may

i had not thought
whatever i had bought
will be a waste
or that i will have got it in real haste

but now i realise
i have erred
the lines are blurred
sky is torn
and the
rainbow is washed out
you will not find any other colour
i hope
and that is all matters
it does
my hope
somehow
sometime

layers
after layers were peeled
when i reached your gate
and the search for the basic kernel
yielded a corroded
stone
wornout
because it had never been polished
but then molten lava had not yet finished
all your grooves can act as a mould
make it
shape it
swallow it
suck it
pluck all the cherries
tree is about shed all leaves

Pains are not the purpose
Nor will they end
By cutting the arm
Or eyes
Which bleed
It is the sensation
Of being there
When one needs no curtains
No doors
No assurance
And no balance
To weigh
What was equated
With what
Heal your ego
Feed your ego
Let it swallow
All the pain
Lest
One forgets
Pain is not the purpose
Pain can only
Be a tunnel
To pass through
Before light liberates
The joyful
Feeling of being there

Wait is almost over
Spring is too far
But the

Flowers are in bloom
Dont tighten your embrace

You remind me of your fears
You have nothing to worry tomorrow
Street is empty
Walk on
No dogs to frighten
No body to threaten
Relax
Fly
Dont ask
Why

a lot of eyes sprouted in my in side
they all see me from different angles
sometimes they look at me as if i am a stranger
sometimes
they see me as a old forgotten friend
and sometimes
as someone they despise
but they still look at me
what else matters
nothing

no shout
no claim
no scream
no allegation of asymmetry
no cloak of contrived meaning
just truth, a drop of truth,
undiluted
unpolished