The prelude is a dark cloud
On the soil the drop’s din
Overcoming the arid shroud
The earth is once again green.
From the soil the earthworm burrows
Will pour out heart’s hidden streams
Burying the slumber of the morose
Reviving the dormant dreams!

Just as I was folding it,
Facing temple his lips did pray.
I made a hasty retreat
So that my umbrella
Didn’t come in the way!

He gave it up one day.
Closed his pen
Pushed away the keyboard
With a tired smile said
Enough is enough.
He almost wept in his lament
For the time clicked away
In a mad pursuit
Pouring out words upon words
But never getting anywhere near it,
The lost time spent inside his head
When he could instead
Go there out
Bathe in the moonlight
Get filled and drunk
Not wasting words on papers,
Nor let moon pass
Without casting her shadow in his eyes,
Be there watching sunrise
And not spinning words
Paint them in strange colors
Of his imagination,
Stare at the endless blue
Instead of shrinking it
To the smallness of his words!
He regretted the lost time,
When bottled in his rhyme
He got sunk in his words
Letting the earthly beauties
Pass away unseen!
From that day
He retreated from poetry
And was set free
From words in his head
That only mess
The real loveliness!

The earth has its fill
When the moon melts on the hill
Pours down its side
To flow in wild tide.
Finding it silvery sweet
Our hearts ravage it.
Its beauty milked dry,
Moon can no more return to the sky.

No salvation
From salivation
When hunger
Sees food

I was once so alive
and the world was so colorful
If I open my eyes will the color return?
I know this hurricane.
I’ve felt these waves.
Will You calm the storm in me?
I can’t help but think this is only routine.
I bow my head but where is my faith?

Where do my words fall?
Am I the last thing on Your mind?

Come friend take my hand
Let’s go where the chariot of our childhood stood
To find out there if those times still stand
The ones we think are lost for good.
Come friend let’s retrace on the sand
Our imprints we think are lost for good
The times may there in wait for us stand
Where our yore’s chariot stood!

The rain
All on a sudden
Poured in glee,
It kissed the windowpane
Drenched the lonely lane
But lo not a drop touched me!

I have it in my dreams
The shadowy bus stop
On a nowhere zone
Where nobody waits ever for a bus,
To get off there and wait
For the shadows to gather
And take strange shapes
To turn into a phantom bus
That would vanish with me on board!