On a cetain wee hours
of the pleasant morning
A happiness
perched on my head
Taking a glee out of me
I quivered a lot
by my understanding
The quintessential play
of its piquant flavour
Toothless I laughed to my heart’s content
Which never could have happened
with teeth attached
An old tree, that
Fell down yesterday
on to the earth,
Came sprouting up in its ever verdant greenery –
into the
Spectrum of my consciousness;
Like a newly sowed seed
Welded into me
The whole stretch of its magical beauty
Ever replenishing
the lost memory
with the present reality
Making, no difference –
What was there, so live
what is here so lively
Barren and inert; stray
Wilted shrubs and drooping grasses –
Skeletal –
line up round the cracked circumference
of a hollow and deep well
that has been
drained out of its water
They bask in their commonality
Owning their end in uselessness
The only respite, coming in
from the far off skies
Looking down in familiarity –
Blinking with thousands eyes
What is that,
Fluttering
round your parting breath –
A butterfly
to all your gainly wishes
Just a moment ago
You were breathing normally
Now, by what cursory faith
It eloped with a huff
into this thin air around
I have seen
those peaceful tranquility
on your unblemished wrinkled face
Reposing eternity
into the lap of your closed eyes
I tether my hope
Blindfolded
in your every presence
Hither that I grum in your absence
Thither I wish to conjoin in your love
What is that
Helical bonding
Up there in space
All consure up in togetherness –
Mete at an infinite end
I know not of your justice, that
Measure my deeds
Worn out
in quixotic time
What is yours
Have taken a respite in me
Taking loads of curse and care
Redeeming qualities
of my existential presence
I know not
On what axis our Earth rotates
All polar co-ordinates, come
with their own diurnal wishes
A shadow to my day
How you boot your legs, empty
on the pavement
as you walk nonchalantly
stooping down your head
like you have been beaten
by a hollow time
It all conspired on me
Calling me names, otherwise
Only body that I was
doing my daily routine
Nothing definite came
Out of my flesh
She has been doing it
for quiet some time
in the garb of a faint smile
All these years, and before
She could strain herself
to sieve in her pain
Guarding her happier moments
Lest, it must not erupt
Wailing those unforgettable torment
She would always lure herself
into a sobering smile, that
on a casket of painful riches
that she could trust,
She could do onto her
What a lost memory could do
to herself –
As she has been doing this
since her memory was gone
How can I get rid of my body
Even if I throw it away
It partake duality
Saddled on us
Creating doubts
about our victory,
Our freedom,
Our immortality
Our spanning of time, and
Much beyond –
Taking transcendence
Much lesser than an absolute
Age was sinking fast –
layer by layer
from that worn-out table, where
An old glass
was
Holding up its fragile stand
keeping its past memory submerged
That
in those days of my childhood, She would
Grip her fingers around
the warm milk
and would stretch her hands out towards my mouth
to gurgle it lovingly
Luring me with toys, and lullaby
I plaint a sad cry –
The wherewithal of that touch
I had a rendezvous
with my own ‘self’
slightly glancing at me
What detoured
in between the wink
Took
A longer howl –
in an unusual surprise
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