THE DAY THE SUN CAUGHT FIRE
A tiny seed in the flower of eternity
Murmurs in the long sleep of a lifetime
Many a dreams pass through
Million nights flash across
Thunderclouds and nightmares gather
On wind chiselled rock faces
Awaiting the birth of a new sun.
Where shadows fail and lights multiply
Sedimented thoughts in the shallow waters of the heart
Encrusted with cholesterol and worn-out dreams
Long for a spark of life
To set in motion the sleeping planets and their smaller moons
To open up the volcanoes belching clouds of ammonia
To warm up the primordial soup
To start chain reactions in the chemistry of life
To ignite the explosive sun
My trembling fingers
Hold a box of matches
Damp with my tears.
A STAR IS BECOMING BRIGHTER AND BRIGHTER……
From the telescope’s other end
An invisible eye
Peers down deep inside
Through the layers of flesh and blood
Among the scattered evils and good
In the turbid forests of the mind
Looking for a lost brother.
Brighter and brighter, a star is becoming
I know not He is coming
Crossing the vague barrier
Between the inner and outer spaces
Transcending beyond dimensions
In the subterranean levels of consciousness
Rising from the ashes of a burnt out universe
To shatter the invisible shackles
That bind you to this huge rock
To tear down the thick curtains
That limit my vision and thought
To open the gates of this cage
So that I may ascend.
I left something here.
A small object,
Fragile, warm and soft.
Ticking the signature of time
It is set to aloneness
Always craving for symphony.
May be it is deemed lost,
But neither you nor I
Could get nothing like that,
WILL YOU STILL BE THERE?
When the sheen wears out
Wrinkles crackle the surface of reality
Exposing sagging flesh of aging youth
Staring through clouded eyes,
Will you still be there,
Accompanying to the borders of hell
As you are and never regret ever
What you might have left behind
And still feel the satisfaction in your veins.
Dimly lit dark night,
Iced tears in tall glasses,
Thr’o air conditioned smoke,
Bloody eyes stare –
Like wolves, for leftover carcasses,
Like dogs, around garbage dumps,
Like vultures, above burial grounds……
A lone figure,
Shakes, sways, lilts, jolts, swings, sizzles…
In, out, around tables
( Or is it Tombs?
Are they mourning over lost castles in the air?)
They shall never ever know,
Hunger, anger, agonies
Packed so tight under that taut silky smooth skin.
They shall know,
When it explodes, spilling blood and gut
On their white-washed respectability,
On their sterilized morality.
A hello here, another there,
A stroke here, a pat there,
A kiss in the air.
Every pat really a slap
Every kiss a spit on the face.
Tonight is the Last Act-
She shall strip – strip – and s t r i p
To the very bones…..
The skeleton with a permanent grin,
Shall dance, The Dance of Destruction
For this is the night of Kalika (Mother of all Universe)
Prostrate, kiss the dust off Her feet,
Surrender completely in mind word and deed.
She shall then place Her be-jeweled feet on your swollen head
And crush that inflated ego
To give a new life – a new birth.
In rat races
At every step
There is a trap.
Baits many, handicaps vary.
We run in circles
Chasing our own tails
(if we still have any more
left from the latest evolution )
There is no starting point
And no winning post either.
Only the dead will drop out
The race goes on
So does, races time.
A CORPSE IN MY BED
Between second to second
Yesterdays lie buried
Under the today
Awaiting the coming tomorrow
I sleep off tonight.
I wake up with a corpse nearby,
MURDER BY PROXY
A long time ago
Hatchet in hand
With a different result.
I’ve been engaged
To commit the most gruesome deed –
Assassination of our most common foe,
Who plots to kill you
Slowly and steadily
With out you ever being aware.
It is Time
That I seek to kill,
The ageless enemy
Of our race.
Many a time
And he escaped.
But this time
There won’t be
A next time.
The minute I lay my hands,
It’ll be only seconds.
The pressure of my fingers
Gauges the depth of my feelings
Your lips can express love
Far more effectively
Not by talking for hours
But by a passionate kiss
A simple embrace is more binding
Than all the forces on earth.
And do you know the fact that
My hand is 28 inches long
Same as the size of your waist.
Our bodies are made for each other
Unlike souls, they can feel.
When you find
Probing fingers in the dark
Don’t push them aside.
I am trying to communicate with you
When without bumping noses
Breathing a minty Colgate flavour
Lips meet really Close-up
Over barriers of intimacy
My curved mustache tickles you
At the right spots at the right time
Releasing a melting sweetness
A warm wet steaming softness
Smooth and sensuously sliding,
At first a feathery touch,
Then a tug,
Afterwards a long pulling grasp
Beginning of greater explorations
Ending of all inhibitions
Seeking something missing
Merging into a single being
Entering a suffocating fusion
Losing breath and consciousness
A moment, when gravity relaxed its grip
On time, space
To extend indefinitely into infinity
That crystallizing bliss
Some sadist bastard shattered, shouting,
Eating each other alive!”
For a long moment
Lingered on my mouth
The taste of Heaven.
Padded cell –
Scratching the ceiling
I imagine suicide procedures
Computing the time it takes to die.
Electrodes on my temples
Hurl me into hyperspace
Where God and devil mingle.
I walk out, a sane man,
A peaceful vegetable
From the headshrinker’s garden.
Alive only in the present
Forgetting the bitter past,
Passing the crowded street
Some one you slept with last night
Without even a trace of a smile,
Downing all your sorrows
In bottles of liquid bitterness,
Burning away your impotent rage
Into rings of smoke,
Requires special talents –
Every one you meet is a stranger
Even your father and mother.
History is just a cooked up story
For you never existed yesterday
Your life today isn’t worth a penny
You shall never see the tomorrows
For, you are still sleepwalking
In the land of the dead.
Adrift in the shifting waters
Of a shoreless ocean
In a leaking paper boat
Plugging lost hopes –
In search of un fulfilled dreams
Our voyage of fantasy
Is just an illusion
And illusion is our business.
Marooned in similar boats
Longing for friendly harbours
To unload our cargo of agony
The promised land is still far-off
And we chase mirages
In this watery desert –
Sinking and swimming, gasping for breath
Glimpsing now and then a faint shoreline
A silver lining among storm clouds
A twinkling Pole star in the bleak sky –
Navigating in uncharted regions
I wish the end is nearer
To rest my weary head
In the dark cold ocean bottom
Or in your soft warm lap.