Alive

I made poetry a coffin,
 and arranged my words
 -in order.
When my love turned
 into words.

Alas!
How should I interpret?

HCU

After the long long walk

and the long long talk

with a dimple smile

and those kisses for a while

After the dinner night

with the hands so tight

the moon stays right

When we lose the fight

It seems so quiet

Nearing the Hostel gate

My legs go "awww"

My words go "shhhh"

when her smile turns frown

those dimples are gone.

Her hands stayed apart

when the moon took flight

I saw her sight.

On me

one last time.

I know it

she knew it

So we stood and turned

till those eyes could see

and those hearts fall asleep.

Dear Poem

I was playing

the songs and tunes

I used to listen along with her.

But the memories were lost.

Never knew it was so hard

to recollect

and to recreate those moments

Alas!

Wonder how the marriage(s)

made my thoughts shrunk.

Now I am here 

dear poem

with stumbled words

looking for help.

She use to point you

for assistance

whenever my fingers stam

running out of creativity

I sadly chose the backspace

on my keyboard.

Back(in)space erased

everything,

the letters,

the words,

the phrases,

the stanzas,

Now look at you

dear poem 

you stand deformed.

Don't you want to look

beautiful

Give me back

my memories

I want to relish

the lost 

and create the destroyed

once again. 

"I" is real

"You" the imagined Other

"We" the unsolved puzzle

Poetics of Love

Lines made letters
Curves the words
on the whole it formed
the poetics of love

Body filled my breath
parts of it my life
on the whole it formed
the poetics of love

Darkness made things still
breeze too still; alive
on the whole it formed
the poetics of love

Story moved my heart
muted sound I heard
on the whole it made
the poetics of love

Music can be played
paintings displayed
I able not to find
the poetics of love

Absence of Dark

In the dark

I blew the lit candle

It went dark

How can I blow

The dark to bring light

On the dead candle

Absence of light is Dark

Absence of dark is

“More Dark”

Can somebody tell me.....

Okay...

This time I am going

To write a serious poem

Something about

The hardship of life

In the common mans view

I’m not going to feel

Comfort when I write

Since I’m going to internalise

The hardship- or else

People won’t believe

If I happen to see a bird

With the broken wings

Struggling to fly.

I write, not the hunter who

Shot it down nor the pistol

But the pain or the innocence

Of the bird.....

If I happen to see a beggar

With an empty stomach

Starving for food.

I write, not the son who

Threw him out nor the passerby

But the depth of the hunger

Of  the man....

If I happen to see a blind man

With his hands reaching for something

Which he lost.

I write, not the person who

Robbed him nor the thing itself

But the thought of being helpless

Of the blind man....

If I happen to see a woman

With a conscious mind

Adjusting her dress often.

I write, not the male who

Stares at her nor the exposed skin

But the state of being insecure

Of a woman.....

If I happen to see an eunuch

With two soul in one body

Harassing the “straight” in the public

I write, not the people who

Gets scared nor the one who makes fun

But the art of survival in this dirty village

Of a eunuch...

I’m going to write a serious poem

Can somebody tell me

How to be common to all?

So that I can write a poem

For an instance.

Otherwise people won’t believe

What I write...........