The run

THE RUN

Life haunts me.
Left without much choice
I keep on running.
To the inevitable end,
Life chases me.
Froth from its monstrous mouth,
I flee from this mad dog
towards the unknown shades
of the forest of death.
I pant.
My struggling breath
sounds even with the wretched dog's.
I keep on running
to save my poor soul
from getting poisoned by life.
It seems there is a lifetime
between me and the dark forest.
Will there be something that I may find on the way?
something that would help....


dt 27.01.2008

The Hive

Only the buzzing remains
in the comb you've forsaken.
Emptied of all the sweet treasures
The womb yearns alone.
Many a time has spring come
And with spring sprouts hope.
You danced together to share
delightful young discoveries.
The grand new world that you found
Has better promises for you.
You left.
And left me behind.
My womb feels the pangs of loneliness.
The soul lingers heavy with your memories..
Only the buzzing remains in the heart you've forsaken.


dt:c.jan2008 for school magazine,for my dear students

Relics

RELICS

I keep a ring and a cross
close to my heart.

One, around the ring finger,
binds a charm-kissed and blessed;
through veins it rushes and melts at the core;
an emotion,golden in colour,
worn upon the heart
penetrating the skin's cold embrace
cuddling within a new warmth..

the other rests peacefully
hanging down from a string with two ends-
mortality and eternity
meeting to make a deal..

It takes each throb of life-
the misery, misgivings,surprise and savagery-
for never can blood deceive its spring;
unlike water,it is too thick to be abstained..

A souvenir of love,
A ring reshaped as a cross
which gives blood to a memory,
breath to a life
and brings a long lost brother back to my security.

dt:20.9.2006

The metaphysics of cardiac arrest

The metaphysics of cardiac arrrest

Caught in the wilderness,

moved from the highways of tour,

wandered I 

alone,aghasted..

Night; so long that  nights,it seemed.

Lightning-so naughty

that photographs the naked beauty.

Here there,crushes of brooks,

where where,trembling of rocks?

the citizens though not all seen

but the Goorkha owl howls out its being..

The violent notes

Rush to the top

and leave it thus in a deadly pause.

The wind retreats and hides as air in tubes;

Cloud curtains glide to stage the moon in cubes..

Night is then no more.

It chirps the day song.

Sight is then to mourn

For I am now no more.

dt:c.2002