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…

O cherub sweet,

Dewy eyes and dewy skin.

Holding on to your faith

When the clouds thunder and lightning speak.

O angel of innocence,

The devil lived as one of your kins.

With your prowess and your zeal

In the center it spins.

O Ariel, lovely and unbound

Dreamt to live

Beneath the blossoms on the bough.

Where are the cowslip’s bells?

The bees left the flowers for someone else to suck

And owls make an unpleasant sound.

my bird

my beautiful bird of desires has flown

i saw it going away

it flew higher and higher

and higher

and i watched it

against the fresh and wet blue sky

my bird seemed beautiful

but it was fading away

and now

i am not able to locate it

the sky too

is no longer

fresh and blue....

dark clouds have covered it

it will rain soon...

my bird

come back

back home

we'll wait

till the sky is fresh and wet blue again

and we will fly together then

yes

we will fly together...

Stray white drops in the sky

White drops of your essence are spread across the sky
Numerous lives throbbing with the warmth to excite
Peeping at the world with sparkle in the eye
Expecting the welcome of a lotus to confine.

Fume of the dark horse surrounds the wild
Child of the white mud is dark and horrified
Tossing and toiling till it mingled in the wild
'I see stray white drops in the sky' it cried.

can't escape
the you
in me.
Though you sometimes hurts
it never leaves
me alone.
Suffering with me
the pangs
you grew
old enough to be me.
Rainbow
you shows me.

Horses came running
past you
past me
trod the bloom
they withered.
Smell remains
the perfume
i can feel it in my nose.
It is you.

The cotton
it touched my skin
coarse
spines
around your lips

Horses came running
past you
past me
trod the bloom
they withered.
Spines remain
piercing
i can feel it on my skin.
It is you.

WERE THEY RIGHT AFTER ALL??
One day i was watching wild dogs on Animal Planet. Dogs are social animals and they have a well-knit family structure. The children are looked after by every adult in the family jointly. There are various couples in the family. And there is one head couple of the family. This couple jointly takes decisions for all the family members and they are the king and the queen of the clan. Well, this is the structure all over the animal kingdom. What captured my attention was the fact that this couple does not breed and have no children of their own! It means they practice celibacy! (We can not expect dogs to use contraceptives of course!) This made me think of another fact. In the family of elephants it is the mother elephant that decides who is going to be the mate of her daughter. And yet another fact. There are some species of birds who believe in one love. Cranes, crows etc, it has been observed, are so passionate about their partners that they die in grief if their partner dies. They remain with the single partner throughout their lives like true soulmates. What does that mean? Are these really virtues- one love, loyalty, celibacy, the king and the queen?! It seems, we must think again before deciding what is natural and what is being imposed upon us through social constructs. It may be that the thing which seems to be imposed upon us by this social system was actually our natural instinct and not a forced thing!

(What's wrong with me??.. I used to love rebellion!!)

Don't i have the right to know
what lies behind your dark words
why is it that evry time
my desire to know you
crumbles down
in a heap of confusions
your words seem
the ghosts of the contempt
that you nursed
when all the while
i saw
a smile
that beamed on me
through your dark eyes..

You are the sky
And i loved you
Azure you shined, you invited me
I had my desire, my wings
I flew


You are the sky, so uncertain
Capricious you are and gloomy
You thunder and roar
And i am flying
Exalted I am and lonely.

Let's face it
You know you can not escape
You know it
You may create a hovel of your own
but your spirit has a tendency to grow
How will you curb it?
The fact is that
you are a human being
a homo sapiens
and it is your tendency to look beyond your physical existence....
Boy!!
you cannot escape.

It still haunts me
I had buried it, though
long ago.
It shrieks
deafening
my senses.
A numbness
spreads over my skin,
a convulsing numbness.
The weight of knowledge
it's suffocating...

We were not opposites
to be very sure
Just being elder
and taller
doesn't make one
opposite.. no?
It was just a matter of

degrees
you know

The ripples troubled us, nevertheless,
whenever we were together.

It was not love
No one would say it was

Attraction?


No



(Lust does not seem the right word.)


Curiocity?

May be

Yes

it seems a logical answer
May be we were curious
Children generally are
you know


Curiocity?!


I'm afraid now

Curiocity was not forgiven
The Apple proved too dear for Adam!
And it seems it's dear for me
(to be doomed to be lonely for life!)

A heavy price
to be sure

A Thing Of The Past

A thing of the past
Is not a thing of the past....
No matter how much you
Bathed in the everfalling spring of time
Impressions on soul, long do last..

Fancies were strong
And we followed the fancies,..
Life could not hold
The Secret from us,
Confused we were, and we were fast..

Memories so bitter, memories so sweet
A thing so confused...- our memories!
Long cherished dream
Repentence is withheld..
Memories make me live the moments again..
(With pleasure do I live!)
And the matter is no longer,
A thing of the past...

I read this poem in the newspaper several months ago and i really liked it...
The best poem of 2009
This poem was nominated by UN as the best poem of 2008,
Written by an African Kid

When I born, I black
When I grow up, I black
When I go in Sun, I black
When I scared, I black
When I sick, I black
And when I die, I still black
And you white fellow
When you born, you pink
When you grow up, you white
When you go in sun, you red
When you cold, you blue
When you scared, you yellow
When you sick, you green
And when you die, you gray
And you calling me colored?

Politically Correct

I wonder at the capacity of language to be a world in itself. How often do we try to find solace in linguistic constructs? The answer is always. What difference does it make when we call a half filled glass, half empty? It just shows what kind of view we are having of the world. But is it not possible to have an objective view of the world? Mahatma Gandhi was right when he said that even a scientist's view of the world is not objective. A scientist's view of the world is also subjective. This is the reason of the new scientific theories coming everyday. Various scientific theories have been propounded about the creation of the world. If it had been objective, it would have been unchanged.



Coming back to the language, we often have to be careful about the use of the language(as if it makes any difference!). We can not oppose a political view directly because by doing so, we would be politically wrong. But should not we try to be more objective, more direct in expressing what we feel? But, now a days being direct would not be very desirable I guess. Because many of the not so renowned or, being more direct, I should say some of the most hated people in politics are really direct in abusing and exposing each-other. And the experience shows that it was not very pleasant It came to be known as dirty politics. Being politically correct, I would not go into details and I would not give any facts. But it is sad that dirty seems to be direct now a days.

Finally, I can say that though we need to be true and direct more than being politically correct.. we will have to wait till the politics clears off of the dirt..