Universe

A nerve in her brain

Shattered

they said,

And her universe collapsed

She became strange

to the world

Or the world became

strange to her

Non-existent even...

Do we not all

Live in our own

Fragile universes?

Our own little pieces of

consciousness...

understanding

and imagination

And will it not end for me

When this intricate bundle of nerves

my brain

stops working?

And yours will continue

to grow

the way mine

continues to grow

Even when hers has stopped?

And so we stay

in our own universes

And try to conform

and find some sense

Interpreting

Actions and words

Creating hell and heaven

out of them for ourselves..

And my universe continues to grow..

And I try

to locate her somewhere

and want to believe

It's just one universe

for us all..

My universe continues to grow

and I know

I will find her someday

I will conjure her up

with elements of my sense

and I will find her one day

sleeping in her bed, maybe

passing through the corridor

under some old tree

or just beside some bush

beside the sidewalk..

but I will find her

I know

in my own universe..

Cobwebs

spiders weave their webs
in the corners of my house
they manage to weave a new one
every time
i destroy
it's a clash of wills
i guess..
they will weave
i will destroy..
they may conquer me after i die..
they will cover my body
and weave a net
where my heart now lies..
but as long as i live
i will destroy..

Rivulets

I would have explored your riches
As the sun hunts
the treasures of the earth
and I would have opened your bud of love with my kisses.
I would have touched the darkest corner
in the forest of your heart
and found the purest pearls
from the deep oceans of your eyes.

I would have touched the crystal of your frame
and created ripples all across your delicate form
and I would have drunk deeply
and rejoiced in the intoxication of your blood.

But a wall comes in between,
a wall as clear as glass
and hard..
as if
you are standing on the other side of a decieving mirror
I see your form
and I dare not break the glass.

No fruits will bear our love
No vegitation will prove our union.
Let us be like two rivulets
playful and free
and mingle as if we were ever the same
and be one for the eternity.
And let us vow
to take a journey together
to meet the endless ocean of Souls..

Siesta

A quiet afternoon
As the sun glared overhead
a stolen day of summer holidays
we slipped away
together
to explore the mysteries of our old house
the guava tree
danced, lost in the song of the hot wind
squirrels jumped and flocked together
to nibble at some ripe fruit.
the world went deep into blissful siesta
And the street still
like a painting
except for the hawkers
that arrived
no matter what
to lure a prospective buyer.

We drifted quietly
into the mysterious world
in that dark corner at the roof
where some old books
tins and woods
rested and waited
for their turn
to be disposed off.
Their discoloured motheaten visage
charmed and informed our child's mind.
We lost
in the woods of our minds
when the whole world left us
alone
to explore.
Siblings of the childhood.
Awe and shock..
I saw
your metamorphosis.
Proudly
you let me sleep on your bosom.
secret out
you were a woman.
Contempt in your eyes
You slapped twice
on my small impersonal chest.
And you got an exit
from our fantasy world
promising me
a new love.

Something

Something inside him
said
He could worship
His reflection
seemed
Larger than all
And he decided
All the other
loves were mediocre
and trivial
Compared
to the love and awe
of his projected self.

And the love of the son
seemed selfish.
And the love of the woman
turned sinful.
No
the whole world was
a thing of contempt..


He got divinity
She lost humanity.
None of them is human since then.

This is no country...

This is no country for women, devil lives

In the hides of men and gods have eyes of stone.

She cannot be a goddess with flesh

Stripe her of that and make her a deity

Or mix her in mud and shower with pity.

She cannot choose to be what she is

Let us give her

Her life on lease.

Or send her to a country where

There is no blood or bone

Where life disintegrates and reduces

To the consciousness of an electron.

She

Sitting between the walls

Of concrete and wood

She meditates.

Her dark majesty is laden

With the bonds of religion-

Bangles, rings, paints and dots

Her person denied

To the fresh of the world.

Even the brightest ray of light

Loses its way

Into the sanguine darkness of her heart.

Mother, daughter, wife, sister

But was hated as a woman.

She seeks favours of a man

Who banished his woman to become a lord…