//Truth//

Once I met 
Once I met truth
I met once,
the truth under a roadside tree
standing under an umbrella
half visible
and face hidden..

A tryst I wasn’t sure of
or an encounter with a lost word?

He was wearing a black coat 
tattered cloth, of course!

A bunch of rays appeared
behind an object
a silhouette of 
ribs of the darkness spread like geometry
‘an aura’ he whispered

‘I have to catch the train 
for the funeral of one of the lost Gods’,

he added and 
ran towards the vanishing spot.

I know he lied. . 

//Room//

Am I a necessity?

Within a four cornered squire 
a three days past news paper 
lying on the bed
that subscribe rotten food!

It only allows light and darkness
To bring a fight 
 Contrasts and contradictions
through three curtained 
windows and a door
to let the things come and go.

The world has given me room
To decorate my passions
And breathe some status and pride
And the things I have been 
taught to say beautiful.
For years and years.

I roomed an alligator
Along with a dancing calendar
And few crucified photographs 
Where the alligator sneaks in to the darkness
And the memory
Being reflected at
And reflected for

I still ponder whether 
Am I among the necessities?

The future will take off my picture
 replace me from the frame

one day.

Just before the room
stuffed with whispers
and shadow of an existence
pasted on a room’s wall..

//Words//

Bubble up and vanished
Informing a distorted image.
Can I translate my self in to words?
Can I symbolize me  
for some silly streaks and circles of geometry? 

At a low ebb
Squatted on another’s ego
People talk of disbeliefs 
And God 
or what so ever
Squabble on the soul as an essence.

Once I saw a man standing with a cell phone
Chanting slokas 
To breath life to a snake bitten poisoned
Ages have been paid to purchase 
the meanings of a life
from a grocery shop.

Life is a bigger game played by
Silent workers.