//postman//

Wait here!

In this empty field

or watch flying birds
until I return a sky
to roof the field
and
sheltering the freedom

Wait here!

At this bus stop
At least for three minutes
Or
until I return from Inferno
carrying a bagful of love.

// Cadaver //

I heard a story 
Once
A man used to carry his own dead body
During the day 
until night 
telling him lies.
And drops him on the bad
till morning.


One day 

the man died

the family fuffered

from his dead body.

The man is but a bundle of stories.

// ma //

//M’a//

When my muzzle pressed on the 
Plain surface of the world
I yelled for escape
M’a opened the window

A patch of rays rushed in 
from the outside rain
I was born.

I clung to grab 
her only wild beauty
and satisfied my survival hunger
I crawled to fist my shelter
Under her unconscious cloth 
which carried many abstract paintings
with my nose stuff
Which wiped many prickly pimples off my body
And put my existential pages under a tent.

M’a had a mirror 
Cremated on her wall
Sometimes revealing a face
with a vermilion signature of her sex mate
in-between her eyes
She changed her colour like an old book
Much used and much abused
Metamorphosed her body 
That has sucked many pains and virus in it
absorbed mutely the noises in and around.

Reduced to a clay bulk
one day,
M’a’s absence realized 
in her presence
in her absence
but
she looked and looked for a void
and expressed her reluctance
to stretch her lips
like an archly moon and
feared that her remaing teeth might fall off.
When a photographer asked her to smile
 for family pension

She withdrew 
and loved her only life

The mirror lost an image.



 

//Cry//

Slowly 
When the silence muttered noise
 
She cried like
a music 
blend of
old notes
often heard at sea shore
or with serpentine harp.

Happiness has no speech
Sadness groans sobbing pain
One could never outline a
Lie or cry

She but cried 
with a few words galloped
 I could neither understand nor escape
A world that remained in why

She cried a cry
through time
through space

but

the world has no time to listen
the sound of love
the sound of pain
the sound of hunger
the sound of nothingness

The night rolled on. 

//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.