Saturday, May 24, 2014

|| birthday ||

Birthdays remind
of receding days
they shorten the life
of dreams snatch
some wishes
fill the emptiness of life
which can not be filled
moving feet complete
the perambulation of
life each year.

Eyes wish to cover
beloved faces with the
joy of cordiality that
is scrubbed away by
the grazing of interests
through the year.

On a birthday
smile wishes to soak-up
happiness off each laughing
congratulatory face even
as the lips know the
hollowness of the smile.

At the birthday celebration
held between warm palms
palms wish to forget
all hatred-despair-animosity
knowing well this transient meeting
is meant to turn into forgetfulness.

(Painting : Subhash Babhulkar)

Friday, May 16, 2014

|| hunger of dreams ||

You are with me
like pleasure
like the ground with roots.

Your touch
awakens me
as the sun touches the earth.

You read me inside out
like eyes read everything
going beyond words and breath.

You are with me
like the truth of the dream
like vision with eyes.

You are there and
dreams lived in the eye
dissolve in the loving body
the lines and colours of dreams
reveal themselves in the body.

You are with me
the earthy fragrance of ripe corn spreads
the hunger of dreams is satiated.

As though a cloud-body
near a snowy mountain top
shy, wrapped in itself
eager to rain on the glacier.

(Painting : Shivakumar Sunagar)

Monday, May 12, 2014

|| seeds ||

The woman bears
with and keeps quiet
like night.

The woman burns
and remains calm
like the spark.

The woman moves on
living with limits
like the river.

The woman blossoms
and flourishes and is
ever hungry
like the tree.

The woman drizzles
and rains and is
ever thirsty
like clouds.

The woman makes
a home and always
remains homeless
like the birds.

The woman is
a resounding voice
but is silent
like the word.

The woman births
man and remains a slave
like the seed.

(Painting : miniature painting from Rajasthan, India)

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

|| words caught in between the ribs ||

some words
hoping to escape from the paper
came out flapping
like birds or butterflies

some words
like perfume
wished to settle into the paper

some words
no matter what shape they take
are only conscious of themselves
but when
they are now in human hands
they become dangerous
even to man himself

there is no sense
of pleasure left now
in the charming words
and from the words of man
still exude the lingering smell of his
animal self

and now a days
there are sham flowers
made of paper and plastic
that one even hopes to capture their
in transparent flasks

new words, then
are given to these flowers
that hopefully would let them flourish
just like
man has been converted into
computers and electronics
with 'robot' as his new name

but some of the words
absurd and meaningless
have only their hollow sounds left to
and they
do not realize in time
that they do not ring true anymore
on their bed of paper
but like the last breath
within the chest
of an old patient
that gurgles
every time he is about to give up
the ghost.

(Painting : Agustin Castillo)

Saturday, May 3, 2014

|| in words she ||

In words
she saves

In words
she saves her desires.
In words
she saves the essence
of her sensibilities.

She uses words
like a vault
to store words of love
the dazzling jewels
of the heart
and coins of the body.

In words she stores
the nagging pain of her breath
the moisture of tears
trapped in lungs
the loneliness of heart
the pain of grief.

In words
she says it all
her words
do not speak
they just open their eyes
and enter
the discerning eye
and in the guise of words

On the palm
of words she
paints patterns
of desire
and in desire
she paints words
in words
the magic of love
unseen, permeates the
senses as heavenly pleasure.

In the word
she lives as meaning
imbuing them with
her essence.

Fighting the bogeys
of the subconscious
a new word transcends
the thesaurus.

In words
she saves herself
and in surviving words
finds herself and
extracts from them
life for her sinking breath
and glazing eye.

In words
she registers
her remaining time
the heartbeat of time.

In words
she keeps
the words of
her essence
from the essence
of her god
she creates new
words of love.

(Painting : Virginia Bacellar)