ABSENCE

yours absence has gone past me
like a thread thru' a needle.
n everything i do ,is stiched with it's collar...............

Sign of life

lighted.one mornin' i woke
to a sweet surrender the night before
sign of life-flashing
and a seed swon.

The sequences,never forgotten.
My resolve,
Your mane,
And the fleshes-all put to a test.

Humid!as humid;
The aroma,all around.
And the fuck!I gaze amazed
Your's potrait and law of optics,
Disobeyed.....

And with time,stacks-
piled;opposite;the see-saw
Here and there;
shy laughter in a marbel hall
and the moans,
far, a far away cry..

finally,the hunger!
Drenches- and finds a way to yours.
Again...........................my verve seeks yours

late night thought{here's something that caught my mind on one of the night-----forgive me if the poetic version disturbs u}

Dealers of curiosities as i'm now,
to faces unmasked-masked.
And the mind behind the tunnel vision,
puddled in mud
and stinkin' to it's utmost.
so,
where heeds their boat??
with an outcasted wondorous pity,
i behold!!

Grounded

feathers all o'er,
with wings flapping in the air.
high!
high up above;
glimpses frm a ground station
catching;
some animal traquility..
a hawk!
no attempts to veer down.
serened in a serenity;
for reasons-uknown..
and now ;with the nights approaching,
and the lights comin' up,
see the moon change her quarters
and the dawn breakin' through..
thus;
an attempt to veer down.
with another serenity;
and engulfed in the lines of Les Miserables
for reasons-load...

Future Calls

I see the gate

right here,

festooned withnetwork of grid iron,

empty bottle of malts and blends on the porch,

and a young fellow leanin at ease against the door post

spinning his yarns

of many colours.

The background noise,

conversations in a rally

wreathed up

n vanishing into air.

There is a one who lives here

on the scraps n leftovers

with luminous eyes prowled

the night on velvet feet.

Now a noisy hunchchair globetrotter

nose buried in a novel-

would look up

startled

at cawing crows on the electric pole

and recall a yesteryear basketball court

n relive over n over

a basket missed

the ball sailin' away

not heedin the referee's frantic whistle,

and crowded figures capering in the credit column of life's ledger.

There is a gate

right here,

festooned with Corpus Delecti.

And now-

nothing.

somewhere, gap in the wall

pierced by some shell

a few shattered bricks,

not much to weep for

and some memories

fading behind the television

and nothing else.

I drop

the ashes with a finger,

sure

a phoenix will arise.

A smile

flash,full

And life

full of happiness

full of love....

books i'm readin currently...

Great Expectations
The old curiosity shop