Consciousness

Time has spiral shutters

They flap and I see it moving.

There is somebody I point to,

But I do not see.

It flaps violently, I see

It becomes a compass-

As I step ahead, it stops and slowly, opens like petals.

Quickly I turn back-

Now, I can see that ‘Somebody’.

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 ! 

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!

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 !