wolfish grins

this road is curvy and wavy,
uphill it is not,
you can walk all of it,
still end up nowhere
the beginning is the end,
the end is the beginning
a paradox or whole truth
even great seers can't say

you see a wolf, you see a little girl,
wearing something red
with a hood on her head
both stand at arms length,
apparently arguing.
we see the wolf crumble-
run to catch him before he falls
she ditched him for a dog,
he can't take it anymore
his grief tears you apart,
the road unravels itself
you traverse through it-
consoling the wolf
I stand there with our girl
her red aura spreads to me
I too walk out, away from you,
never to return

"you see it is a woman's world now"

crumbling walls

I create miniscule space-
hide there blissfully
when the walls hit me
I don't feel the pain
where did the walls come from?
I did not build those
I like vast openness
with surprises in between.
minds eye journeys through
obstacles, stops at a corner
to rest and rejuvenate.

thats where I find you, my hero-
with your arms open for me,
a cocoon of love and security

winds of change

yesterday harsh ribbons of sunlight
slashed across my skin
I endured the heated abuse
more due to lethargy of getting up

today my skin is mottled
from one end to the other
along with that my stomach cramps
hit a high and then lower

tomorrow, I promise myself
I will be as good as new
give up on my laziness
and let the night air cool me

hatred for my peeling skin
will disappear in no time
I will write it all down to the last letter
how I love having a title of drama queen!

angular angels

angles in the path

distracted me

maybe I was lost

in that vast wasteland.

in the middle of no man's land

I ran over my life,

counting my achievements-

the end being near what else could I do?

you spoke to me in my mind

your love called out

what angel saved me

I can't fathom

yet I understood

"life without love is

like a tree without blossoms or fruit."

I have had it always,

from you. from myself too.

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The first word is ANGLES, deliberately done so, not to be confused with ANGELS.

cut and dried

lightning first,
then the thunder.
and in between the two
I am stuck with you
yellow roses do nothing for us
white ones turn to blood
rains pour from all sides
yet I am as dry as drought
isn't it strange
thunder seems so tender
caressing me, and you too
who doesn't deserve it
elemental nature
brings out the rawness
rivulets take it away
mud sticks to our feet
I stay glued to you

"give me that knife, I will cut my feet"

like an automata

I try to stop the rush of adrenalin
not knowing if I can
my bones feel tired
yet here I am thinking of bungee jumping

that might break away the monotony
while I am hanging in air
and fall free to ground
expecting to spilt my skull

the elastic ropes hold me tight
I wish my thoughts to be harnessed thus
as soon as they loosen
something ought to hold them in again

when the scissors of thoughts
pierce my veneer
I know it is time to give up
time to sleep. peacefully.

" all I know I will take that bait and be a victim. of anything."

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crosswires of fires

raging fires-
what is it you really seek?
preponderance-
can it cool you down
re-uniting you with the winds?
flying, fleeting ashes spread far and wide.
in my dreamy world
I too seek the impossibility,
but let it be unspoken for now.
picture it, frame it-
only take it out, when flames die down

I Write Like......

I write like
Vladimir Nabokov

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timely interventions

one gentle hand of time
quickly moves second by second
a smile on its tip
I suppose it expects our praise
but I am all for the patiently
waiting hourly hand,
which waits for sixty minutes
before covering thirty degrees
it doesn't believe in vulgar displays
but in doing its own thing at its own pace

time can never be an object,
yet we dwell on the whys after it has long gone

hugging the stones, I meditate fervently

my axis has broken
after spinning for so long
on the ground that I lie now
I hug the stones close
meditate fervently for my love

my covert glances cannot hide
my overt hunger for you-
when did I manage to lose
the treasure in the moss-
my palms tried to enclose it

wrapping it up did not help
you escaped through the gaps
between my fingers-
now I have made railway tracks
feel free to travel on those

"let me drink to the end of my perfect dream"

rolled all over

I rhyme tepid with vapid,
meanwhile, I try to
get rid of smell that is acrid
ah well, you better tell me-
does bane go with sane?!
or is it sane that is bane
does that work better?
acrid was what you bid
try what you may-
tepid wine tastes so vapid!

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Posting a distorted NaiSaiKu after aeons, I think!

faceless yet concrete

I have missed the interaction-
the love that we share over the net
faceless to each other yet so concrete
I thought I would survive
yet there was this emptiness-
kind of a vacuum I never anticipated

now it seems I was away from home-
the place where I am myself,
my random musings tied in thread
unravelled only by creativity of others-
the ones, who understand the insanity
of unprocessed writings

here on this space I can speak my mind-
read yours too, none being judgemental

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I have not been interacting with my fellow poets and/writers lately. It was more due to work, that is, census duty, which finished yesterday. After I submitted my reports, I feel so light. It was one huge work and I was in a lot of stress. I did like being a part of the exercise though.

I did post poems but restricted visiting others, due to time constraints. I have missed reading my fellow poets' works. My poem comes out of that. I have tried writing it line by line. Now that I am free, I will go back to commenting.

soup of health

creamy roads on my soup
create an illusion of well being-
rains pour down my cheeks

rivulets of rain
go down the muddy drain
as soup keeps me sane

sanity has a price I think,
demolishing the creamy roads
as I eat the rice in soup

fork is completely useless
to trudge through those roads
I lick the spoon spotless

if I should die now
think only this of me-
she loved rich soups!