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 !  

Untitled

 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 !

Moving beyond Red Deeps

There is not just change in title and layout of the blog, there is also a sea change in my attitude towards life.

Until now, It was mainly a poetry blog but now onwards,I will write fiction and my other observations as well, though sporadically.

So wait, I will be RIGHT BACK.

An Interior Monologue

I wish I could tell

How hard it was to break

Soft feeling of your pearly presence

And to spill the vermin of distance

Bred out of necessity.

Though life moves on -

But sometimes, I have felt

A sweet twinge of separation bearing hard on me

To dip me into all regrets

That why I refuted a new meaning

Sprouting itself out

In the old deserts of propriety

While sitting here - Just longing

I can see you, blowing -

On the mighty currents of deep oceans

Where you can't see me hiding myself

Under the sordid surface as if

- Scared of an exotic deity.

I wish I could tell - that

Sometimes under the compulsion of clock

How every moment and every word,

Forgetting its character, comes out of lips and

Becomes stranger even to the heart itself.

How would you believe now?

Under its brashing self, was

Crawling scalded beauty!

My charred feathers, covered under

Slender smile - even then

When I assayed to fly

Heaved two deep sobs in you palm

Though constantly under some star blithe.

You drew upon me Yes!

Once I too was a flower

This solicitude melted the garb

Hence the rush of feelings...

Your Honor! from every peel of my heart

I tried to keep me at par

From various meanings of Red-

As you didn't know -

I dread -

…Basking in the sun

…Being loved by someone.