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In this garden of life, I trace footsteps of my master who reached the core amongst myriad hues. In this voyage I carry a tiny basket, to store the things of beauty- a twig, a pebble, a flower or a breeze.

I sit under the free sky and preserve these things through poems and stories, for at times when black clouds drape the serene skies I look into my basket and trudge on with smile on lips.

Truly, a thing of beauty is joy forever.

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inspiration

I searched on streets crowded

burnt the midnight oil alone

climbed trees that are well bred

but I couldn’t find anything to inspire.

Took a long journey beyond seas

slept with women of all kinds

reached out to masters wise

still I was stuck in this murky hole.

With no hope I closed my eyes

with a silent prayer of exhaustion.

Lo! I am top of the world in skies

for inspiration ignited my heart once barren.

Now I dance in unseen sync

for heart is where the treasure is

that could inspire one in a wink.

Raise and hark your heart’s hiss!!

a black dot

Oh dear dot ! What can you be?
A maverick mark on wall else white
or a mole on a freedom seeking kite?
What will you see in this life?

Maybe deck atop a line unbent
and make it the greatest letter on earth
Else adorn the mistress delicate brow,
and let men sing songs as they grow.

Go forth my dear, into ravens as a pebble
befriending gusty winds and chilling rains.
Settle, o comrade, in this mansion large
part of a portrait, unseen, with a heavy price.

Hark! World is all yours to claim
live as you will, sans concern for any line
cross them, cut them or join them.
Earth is yours and everything that is above.

On the streets

I loved him for years

thru the storms ,suns and autumns.

never did we fight till we really did

which ended a story that was never told.

I cried for days ,dreaming about him

running scenarios that are utterly unreal.

Kept my door open lest he comes for real

a shabby fantasy that didn’t bring back Jim.

Heard he met someone and married

I cried a river with wails thru the walls

none heard nor bothered ,for I smiled

outside like a doll made of clay and not glass.

I saw him on streets this afternoon

nothing special just another stranger

whom I walked past without a shudder,

holding bags of grocery in monsoon.

What mattered yesterday had flew

today , for silly life always change.

Darling, don’t hold but walk swift

on this street where forever is now.

Strings

Tried to fly into deep blue sky

name the stars that weren’t seen

catch up with beings that are clean.

Alas! strings held me strong to this lie.

Ran forever to reach mountains

to shout at people with a magical tablet

hearing voice of god in vacant valleys.

But the strings made me sit under a light.

Swam thru oceans of infinite legions

making friends with mermaids glowing.

Poor me , had stared at water longing

for freedom from these saddening strings.

A child tripped over his own shoe lace

lo! he dusted and tied knot at once.

I smiled and untied the strings in life

now I soar dive and climb but never flee.

LiSt

We pass everyday in green parks

smiling at each other thru jogging tracks,

like two tall trees that never touch

yet close enough to see , not catch.

I wish you were me sometimes

for I trace a sad frown behind your smiles.

Dear friend, nothing is worth your worry

for this life is short , so we better hurry.

You jog brooding over past mistakes

while I flirt over today’s fragrances.

Mesmerised by you and intoxicated

I collide with you gentle and blind.

Swish went your hand in reflex

and now I lay down , a fallen angel

with my wings chipped by your flex.

A silly butterfly lying under your ankle.

Yet I smile with receding breath

for life is short and no time for wrath.

I knew all along that touch from you

would be death but honey ,I still love you.

LiSt

We pass everyday in green parks

smiling at each other thru jogging tracks,

like two tall trees that never touch

yet close enough to see , not catch.

I wish you were me sometimes

for I trace a sad frown behind your smiles.

Dear friend, nothing is worth your worry

for this life is short , so we better hurry.

You jog brooding over past mistakes

while I flirt over today’s fragrances.

Mesmerised by you and intoxicated

I collide with you gentle and blind.

Swish went your hand in reflex

and now I lay down , a fallen angel

with my wings chipped by your flex.

A silly butterfly lying under your ankle.

Yet I smile with receding breath

for life is short and no time for wrath.

I knew all along that touch from you

would be death but honey ,I still love you.

Ew…

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I sat across a lady in white, sipping coffee

she ordered a black tea with an impish smile.

‘Ew.’ , I thought, ‘people doesn’t have a taste’

easily I judged like a king high and might.

 

Walking my way home, I glanced at sidewalk

one boy sitting alone under a tree with pen and paper

‘Ew…wasting time in silly hobbies living in dark’.

Felt my heavy pocket and hummed like a singer.

 

“Ew”, I heard from a little boy walking past

“Everyone feels they are Taylor Swift.”

Now I smile at everyone with different taste

for none is silly nor great in this world wide.

 

 

De-clutter

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I throw away the old magazine with my face on it,

that once I held high amongĀ  the great trophies.

Past that was sweet with sweat from all the fights

now a distant memory – a dull thud that isn’t great.

 

Now my bag is lighter with fewer items on list

a smile , a hug and score of dreams to achieve.

I am no longer held by weight of dead past

O! the ability to fly again into the sky blue.

 

I burn pictures that once made my day

friends that meant the world to teenager silly.

Times have changed from summer to winter

and me from a group to a happy loner.

 

‘De-clutter’ is the word that plays in head

for me to enjoy the melody of blue heart.

Now I walk far from maddening crowd

with a bag light and head once again right.

 

Best laid plans

img_0886I bought a tent and ropes

as per my plan of a massive trek

to mountains never seen by eyes.

A great adventure that would turn my luck.

 

Announced in news papers with glitter,

and shouted from top of tiled roofs.

“Planned for a grand adventure mates

soon my time will come to soar from this litter.”

 

Practiced at day and dreamt at nights

of hills that would be at my feet soon,

while I dance a little with twinkling stars

and sing to my heart’s content of dreams won.

 

Alas! fate dealt a cruel silly hand

and I fell from the castle of clouds

into the dusty dungeons of reality morbid

with my leg broken in a simple fall from stairs.

 

Doctors pronounced me sour and cripple,

can never run nor walk in future.

People mocked at my once daring dreams

while I cursed life vehemently all nights.

 

One day I saw a kitten licking wounds

from a misjudged fall from a tree top.

I cried with her and looked at stars

“Why so unfair lord and make us mop?”

 

In few minutes , kitten trudged lightly

into the woods in search of food.

I didn’t hear her weeping nor blaming highly

instead she picked herself for her greater good.

 

I laughed like a mad man in fever

for truth had shone into my misty mind.

Best laid plans might be broken asunder,

still free your feet from failure and run wild.

 

 

 

 

 

Missed

When the sun rose over blue mountains

and I stare alone with a coffee mug.

Missed your early moist kisses

and silly smiles at my face smug.

I see the pink sun set his bed

beyond the seas of transient waves,

missed your simple dance when glad

and your eyebrows burrowed in books.

I cried for your simple touch on hand

and smell of your wind as you passed.

I missed those days and nights

filled with confetti of casual rides.

Missed the good old times until yesterday

for today I shed the sorrow robes

and lo! I found your warmth in my hearts

once more day became silly and happy.