UP & CLOSE

Because nobody knew how far we will go,

To pluck the emotions, that resided in those woods.

Because nobody knew how close we were,

To see that smile transpiring into laugh, echoes filling endlessly. 

We were fire, we were wind,

We never frayed of banter and grind.

We glided along the air that breathe,

We were embroidery, full, wreathe. 

Because everbody knows how far we can go,

To settle the equations of all these years.

Because everybody knows how close we are, 

To vanquish that anger and recalcitrant tears.

Because nobody knows... .

BEING LOST

With the sliding of hand

Every second passing by;

Felt drown in whirl of sand

Away from commotion, he lie.

Thinking of past in cubbyhole

Cloying the mind with stories

Still perplexed, though life rolls

Writing another allegory.

Unknown about offerings of life

Every past, surrounds as fetter;

Fighting with own strife

Head & eye down with deter.

Strolling in woods of dreams

Long ago heard those paean;

Stuck like stucco, nothing that gleams

Every hope turning barren.

No vibraton passes through

Air which envelopes, is callous

Leaping over present, which is true

No oomph, an empty canvass.

Neither waits for compassion

Nor lured by worldly shimmer

Keeping away from close liasion

Heard & felt those cluck & tremor.

MOMENT WITH FEATHER

These dark clouds

Looks in hurry

One of the teddy's ear

Just hung over.

A piegon's grown up feather

Falling from high above

Performing a swing up and down

Settles into the window groove.

The breeze blew past

Tickling these feathers

Asking them to come with

Adamant! just enjoys the tickle.

They have turn windy

Tearing the white apart

Can feel those exertion

On soft hairy creature.

She wants to fly

Stuck in those iron grooves

An intense blow directed at the root

She is free to move.

She sways with the wind

Does an airy somersault

Ah! the wind is gone

She falls wightless

Again! dingling and turning...

Wishing a goodbye

There she fell...Again! started swaying

Like the pollen in field

As the wind blew.

THEY HAVE GROWN UP!

With the wake of the time,

Along morning bird's rhyme;

They have changed...

A lot and broad...

Tiny twigs, with many around

Allowing the sun rays to pass them by

Felt afraid they will fall by

Supported with old dead log.

With passing of time...

They have changed...

Like a human child

Into the wild.

Gardener's love filled within

Inching up with lazy grin;

Oh! They left it...

Now they are free.

Yet not full on their hold

A gust with it's mightness

Ready to carry them along

To my surprise they resisted it!

With passing of time...

They have changed...

Up like a teenager

Carrying a savour.

Few summer past monsoon

Searching their roots under noon

Twigs have turned too muscular

Leaves are denser and greener too.

Now they are prudent of their own

Provides shelter to many chirp-ons

Beneath I am, writing this ...

With the passing of time...

They have changed...

Like a human child

Into world's wild. 

Everything (it) ends in silence !

From big to small

Everday's crawl

A priest's chant

Dimunitive lant...

It all ends up in silence!

A flute playing among dust 

No one to fill the air;

Thirsty is it's neck

Wriggling to get wet

So unfortunate it is!

A brook so young in hills

Flaunting it's rage in Himalayan chill;

Meet it's equanimity in plains

Approaches the deltus slain

Ending up it's journey...

The dawn was never so young

Accompanied with chirping decibel

Rose pink skies has lot to offer 

It will change with time's rebel

And here comes the dusky dusk...

Everything (it) ends in silence

Even we lifeless and empty;

It marks strength and guilt

With many more stories to be built,

It's the greatest truth and it will end up too! 

"The water in the vessel is sparkling; the water in the sea is dark.

The small truth has words which are clear; the greatest truth has great silence."

-Rabindranath Tagore

Emptiness

Whenever alone it comes by the side

Breaking all feeling and emotion 

Makes you everything hide

It make life an elision.

Stultifies more and more

Carves a desolate out

Embosses a cancan into a old matinee tout;

It's a dark calyx 

Never come under it's shadow

It steal maverick person 

With an elm yet to grow.

Using a halter, to lead

Staining the cambric with it's dark deed

Writes an idyll full of desolation

You become an easel 

With no artist around 

Halyon you were

Loomy you are;

It surrounds! 

Celebration: A reason...

In the midst of lavishness,

looking the ripples around.

These reflections in water..

are historical in a way of their own.

We are here not because 

we are victorious...

just as we exist!

Forgotten every pain,

celebration is the mood today.

Wish this mood remains forever..

Soon realises...

No it can never be so!

Will lose it's value..

in the greed of more and more.

Every face here is willing to express,

In fact they have been expressing 

Since the day they were created,

How much true, time is there to say!

Celebrations are charismatic! 

In a way of their own...

Making every face same- smiling and cheerful :)

Don't know the past of each

Though the present is..

Quite obvious in front of me...

Wagging within time's reach.

These thoughts whirling around

Sudden interruption by pal...

Makes me smile!

How different today it is

Less to offend...

More to cherish

With nothing to end.

Every day won't be easy like this,

Inculcating the sense of preparedness

It's time to plough the farm of Wyke!

Never wanted to end it,

Even the moon was in mood with us

Pleading from top to continue till his death

Ready to remain there in his crescent set.

These waves are reluctant to leave the shore,

These gravels on the path has a lot to adore

yet we left the rendezvous door... 

City Palace, Udaipur (Lake Pichola)

THE WAY IT IS...

Things apart, I lived a life

Unacceptable at times

Breeding good and bad inside.

Tried to match up,

Everything to catch up.

A large green field,

Turning golden with time,

Reap it off!

Or let it be...

It’s all about a decision indeed!

A few goes wrong and others right,

But still what matters is far apart.

A hymn in the way, an art to dismay

Things that changed

Always looked the same;

Promises are there, broken from within.

A lining of trust, fading with tide

A ray of hope, never ever there

Illusion of confusion, yes it is!

From rhyming the time,

To timing the rhyme;

I sail alone with memories behind

Things apart I still live a life.

Roam with world, so that the fear also says "Bahut Yaarana Lagta hai re!!"

SENSE OF HOLLOWNESS

In the midst of the rain, the heart sunk

Followed by an unknown madness

The will to do or not to do,

Surrounded by!

Heavy on steps, slower on thought

Breeding within like red wrought.

It’s an entity, eating inside

As the pacman does with pellets.

Mazes are weak, unreliable at times

Don’t know from where it leads to prime.

Creates a milieu, never heard off!

Difficult it is- to clean mind’s trough.

Killing the exult, it shrews us away

A half hearted success what everyone say..

Provenance of bitterness,

Last messenger of misery,

It loiters around in a way or two...

Reluctant to bid-adieu!

VIE de RECLUSE

Who are you the man spoke

At the end of every midnight stroke.

Along the path alone I walk,

With no one there, to talk.

I bury my thoughts deep within

Fear to express my unusual feeling.

People around make me frown

I act in the act as if I drowned.

Dark in the room I respire

Watching every second conspire

Lust to live never dies,

Lust to company never thrives.

I celebrate with many things

With dead pawn and chess board king;

When I am sad I am sad,

No one cares about the mad.

I see a darkness, it’s the death

Hardly anyone to put on the wreath;

Dark will meet the darkness there

Oh! the social light(socialite) now why you care!

YOU AROUND!

Everytime I look into you
I am amazed like everytime
The world is here, nah! it’s there
But you are the same world for me....

Your eyes drown me like it never did
I am into the depth of the sea
It’s all cool and calm here
Oh! please leave the world for me.

I want the treasures of your love
Settled between two dove leaves
Money and fame is all fake
Your smile matters everything to me.

Your pain was never mine
But the anguish resided in me always...
Thinking of you deep profound
I can feel you around!

OPTIMISM

A lark keeps singing

With a magic of her own

A dead larch standing

With a forest to be grown.

A maim in wheelchair

Neither dead nor standing

Keep on days counting.....

When she could take her own care

In the street it’s beggar treat

Throwing the lyrics in summer heat

Expecting the penny from every head

Never felt bad about the rejected bread.

Off the world I came back

A thing that fills every empty rack

Clears the way as a storm

Gives the tender like your mom.

THREE HEADED COIN

Often we talk of rise and fall
Enjoy the victory and face the defeat;
Oh! the worldly wise of all
Bring the coin out of chauvinist treat.

We all have seen head and tail
History is proof of their fight.
Always ready to favour their side
One scoff about another with huge delight.

There exists one more brother
Sandwiched between two men race;
Residing over a tenuous state,
Not even a single wince on his face.

He is no stranger, not even an outsider
Everytime he came in front
More of surprise and bit of happiness
Filled the crowd's hollowness.

Coin's uprightness marks his presence
Not alone, two popular accompany him
Joy he gave was a bit less
Expanse to which it spread was much more.

Symbol of indecisivness, many people say
Ah! the world needs him- a new ray.
This young pewter has a quill of its own
With which a unique rut will be drawn.
Follow that rut!
Follow that rut!
Ah! the world needs him
-a new ray.

ESSENTIAL

Waiting on the platform

Seeing the portrait around

Touched by memories;felt the warm

I think of you deep profound.

Every morning outside my hood

Tiny pearls, thousands there

Would have kept if I could

At its best kept undisturbed without any care.

Brothers fighting in the game

A thing is there on younger's face

You flash in between those frame

Very few have it in this world of chase.

An old lady was there in the train

Held her bag with shivering hand;

Long ago, when we walked in rain

You too held mine as magician's wand.

To my surprise it rained today

Late on platform I felt the warm

Not because i needed it 

Just as it has become essential of each day.

I think of you, it's my habit

Every time to learn, you are my essential!

-SAMIR SANTOSH

THE FEAR

It's not the air

Residing on the dark part;

It's not the care

Offered by the ghostly cart.

Seeing beneath from the top 

Bending away from the bullet on its way

Sleeping with the caveman's drop

Almighty! It all happens in a day.

A thing of ugliness

Always comes in front.

Brings out the dwarfism

As small as an ant.

Defiant to move 

Will follow the breath;

Sitting in every groove

Giving the essence of wreath.

Creating the disturbance

It smiles and watch.

A man seeing an unearthly glance

Running in midst, something to catch.

Shivery in there & quenching while duty

In accords of remembrance, missing the dart!

It's the thing of beauty

Very close, in everyone's heart!

THE ZEAL

Off the world is my desire

Drooping under the Lilac tree

The last picture of ebony

Woodworms fighting for the final vacancy.

I could see rendezvous

People enjoying the scampi,

Playing the game which is quite onerous;

A nitwit is carrying on a drivel

In the street everyone looks at him

Soon gathers a horde

Still something is missing!

I could see a man in arsenal

Casting his weapon with a scowl on face

Knows that far in ravine Spartan's are approaching;

Brothers playing the backgammon

Taking each chance with full care

Wishing for others'luck go hard!

Forced to rebuke under the scar

Still something is missing!

I could see an ogre

Which should have been ebbed,

Ready to cause the holocaust;

There goes a man, to climb the mountain

Slowly & steadily he passes the half

Alas!He is in vertigo...

And still something is missing!

The Lilac showers over me 

Suddenly opened my eyes

Paving through the way 

Recalling what I have done all the day.

I see...

A dyke, though very weak

Holds the water acts as clique

The lion kept in an aviary

Always has an inferno in the heart

To go out & perform the free art.

And to my surprise

Now nothing is missing!

Reptilian Success

(This one I wrote during my class tenth session and hence has a very amateur flavour of poetry. So before reading leave the brain, just enjoy it and then try to extract some sense out of it!)

Down the isle

I still wait for the reptile.

The day started as the life does

Everything new full of strangeness

Someone remarked in a fuss

'Have to dwell in this wilderness'

Hurried through the fragile challenges

As if distorting the dew on leaves

Created no harm no worries

Was young moving like a furry.

Suddenly came across a brook

Tried to cross it, but failed

Had to search for the right spot to jump

As the croco does to kill the prey.

Crossed the brook, here comes the dense wood

Gathered some adrenalin to get through it

As expected met a bear in his hood

Keeping the sound of the ground;

The silence was to make myself calm

Leaving the hood, found the cave 

It was dark with black bats around

No hope, no sign,neither any alarm;

The mind said NO

But the heart said YES!

For the very first time,my heart won over the brain

And I came out through the rough terrain.

The soul and body united together

Could feel the essence of fresh air

Felt like waving the flag of victory

The distant isle was now looking like a twig of tree.

Here goes the warrior with his own mindset

Untempered by anyones' reamark

As he posesses his own closet 

Wavin' the fishes dodging the shark;

Reaches the isle

Searches for the reptile

Get onto one and another

And the number goes on!

But still

Down the isle

I still wait for another reptile!

THE NIGHT

When the Sun goes underneath the horizon

The cats run home,

The Lighthouses switch on,

And the darkness covers the dome

There comes the night!

A farmer returns from the farm

Doing all the hard work;

Wish to sleep in someone's arm,

Hurries with the meal, leaving behind the fork;

Has to combat mosquito and Hessian fly,

The moon acts as dim light,

There he lies under the sky,

Couldn't see a single flight;

And once again, comes the Night!

It's half past nine

The house is empty;

Oh! He is a friend of mine,

Exists the office gate, looks quite hefty.

Foreheads bear the line of tension,

Takes the dinner in restaurant;

Manages to buy the reddish brown solution,

To fade away the glimpses of morning taunt;

And this is how the Night comes on!

The dew is cold upon the ground,

The boy has ambition up to the brim,

He is a whirring sail going round,

Has to paddle fast through the rim;

"Tomorrow is exam" gets the remark,

Discards the shows and dinner from schedule,

Quickly started making the arc,

This night only he has to rule.

And finally comes the Night!

"My Prince! My Prince" is the sound

There's a baby in the town,

In the cradle, with toy's around,

Has slept all day, it's time to make the mother frown;

The moon requests him to sleep,

Big-black eyes look up with innocence,

Stubborn enough and continued to creep,

That night, even the star enjoyed- the tiny's presence!

But still,

Whosoever it is

The farmer, my friend, the boy or the baby;

Irrespective of the need, situation and relation

THE NIGHT came, without any fail

As a true companion;

Irrespective of the behaviour

THE NIGHT showed the endeavour,

We use it,

We waste it,

We shorten it, we make it large.

But still,

It makes

No complaint

No demand....

THE NIGHT!