Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Blog Anniversary

I had written a long post to mark this day.. but then deleted, I suppose, these lines are sufficient to tell the outcome of this year- 

"There is a divinity that shapes our ends
  Rough hew them how we will..."

welcome new year ! 

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

See Off

They said, It was the final call
 I knew that the train would, soon, depart.
And would leave only an echo...

What else!
Among the strangers, a deserted platform
And choice of a track to follow!

Monday, May 17, 2010

A Mother Again

Long Nights, restless minds 
With nightmares and tremors,
Unraveling a new undercurrent of time 
She often wakes up suddenly - 
   With a sweaty countenance.

What has passed - what remains 
Her lips could hardly translate 
Her long deserted look - 
Watches  her ships in the sea Almighty ! 
And I,in my dream, 
            watch sea-tide on the prow of Noah's Ship. 

Sweet voice, they buried under their feet
Living with her silence and bleeds 
This frost kills us by and by 
Her face whom doves bowed down 
    - a deep pallor been crowned. 

With limps of her life - 
They are playing chess
 She, a real queen, at the hands of 
Notorious pawns, is it less? 
She fades into Holy realm of faith 
And I, in my dream, 
              Cross seven channels on Iron. 

Oh Time ! Give space for a new rhyme - 
Waiting For a power benign !  

Wednesday, May 5, 2010


 Black out - 
And  he became all aware of it. 
In delirium,binging on thoughts 
Something pinned him down
and put around  
           A sense of blah...

He doesn't  lament 
As he had himself,
           with a deft stroke of words, 
 Slaughtered a dream 
which was killing from inside.

yet can't  deny - 
That he feels himself to be rooted out
From his depth of piousness and his dream sublime. 

Now, fake promises wait for him at the gate-
and  tease him out of his fate...
     They follow even to the kitchen. They shout.
  They sit on the shelf - 
When he cooks , he reads,or he groans.

Nowadays, he skimps- 
Sometimes, moseying back to the park 
Just at one corner he sits and watch- 
Children Playing and elders talk.
( But ponders over things he loved and lost so far...)

He knows it well,
It is a crick in life.
Maybe, a tenacle of some insanity divine.
Maybe, an ebb - a temporarily defaced life!
O these poor translations of what he feels!!

He had read the signpost a long time ago,
Directions vague and ground so low...
But he had not imagined that he would quit 
And go divorced even from himself !