Workshop

 

'Wait for a minute ' the very same request 

but from different smiling faces echoed in ears

I sat observing the white pigeons 

busily walking through the white tiled surface 

they seemed unbearable with the instruction 

from the long winged pigeon. 

 

My roving eyes rested on a lying man 

his eyes were pulled out and mouth was opened 

the long winged pigeon strayed around 

and flew away with a yellow seed.

Patting the decayed tooth the man shouted 

'you idiot you took my left one' 

'calm down dear, you needn't pay for that !' 

the man smiled and opened his mouth once again 

But the board kept hanging above my head 

giving us a message: Dr. Horthon.DMD, DDS.

Running Stream

Beside a beautiful running stream 
I gazed in wonder as if I saw a child
who runs carelessly with joy.   

Though filled with pebble rocks
it flows smoothly under the hot sun    
for nothing can hinder its natural flow.    

Pure love is a fresh running stream
that flows in spring and winter
but dries not even in summer.

It is the pure undefined feeling
that sprouts in hearts and spreads in eyes  
but dies not in lips and breasts.

It is not created ; but born as a poem
from the depth of disturbing emotions
and stands as a candle in the darkness.

My eyes then come across the trees
that praise the stream when breeze rises
and give shade for all beings. 

These trees ! perhaps humans
who lost their way in the stream
for who can fly away from its beauty?

I stood like a huge tree for a while
but kept going like a doll
for I lacked strong roots to stay there.

An Invitation: To The Heaven

She disappeared as a stone
thrown into an endless sea
leaving no marks on the surface
but a permanent mark on the bottom.

A frozen breeze still dancing on the leaves
announcing the early departure
A gloomy owl murmuring around the trees
for losing its shelter forever.

I saw her in the hands of six stony hearts
leading the palanquin to the mystic world
for life is a journey from womb to tomb
and Tomb is the right place for rest.

I stood like a statue with staring eyes
expecting the fragrance of the fallen rose
'come lets go' someone holds my hands
but the unseen hands hold me more.

I misheard her last breath once again
roving in the icy-churchyard
and roaring for a narrow gap to escape
but death leaves no space to fly.

It gives an unexpected rest for all
but saves body from all earthly worries
treating poor and rich alike
and leads to the unbiased court.

Now the tying threads found broken
Like a kite she flew away to the clouds
leaving no changes in the world
but the world of the holder grew darken.

But no soul keeps a body forever
as no tree keeps its leaves forever
but the departure makes the body lifeless
I remain lifeless ..I remain dead

While my soul goes alone to the host
for receiving the ultimate reward
taking nothing from the home
but leaving even the name she adorned.

Take me into thy world

                             
                                              

Disturbing memories keep nights far apart

the darkness holds a tomb silence everywhere

save tied lips consoling the broken heart

tears accompany the drying lips to share.

I opened the windows to put out the fire 

it was burning from the head to toe

but the light seldom came from the higher

only came a frozen breeze to reduce my woe.

True love never sheds its leaves

it is an unbending shelter for birds

but no such trees here with lasting leaves

so beg you god take me to your words

where I can feel the eternal solace

where I can hug the never ending grace.

Waiting

     

There were in plenty in the beginning,
like rivers they show their diversity,
but all... they all remained one in the end,
like a large sea consists of many rivers,
but still incomplete , waiting with hope
for a few yet not in the shore.