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Between This Life and the Other: The Rain

Do my dirty walls rain, still?
Dots imprinted on dark leaves, scrawling,
Pressing their heads to the crushing dust of human pain?
Do the fingers still dig into
The dark, unfathomable whole,
Beneath the ribs, the pain, stark dead, burning?

Do the primal clouds of monsoon jump in puddles, still?
Longing to steam, to cry in small streams,
Ripples and kisses, running down, the deluge
Slitting throats, trampling my primordial breast?
I have seen the skin, blood, bones
Of the rain, hung on to thirsty fingers
Licking the pickled salt of a fleshy pain.
Is it mine, still?
Forgot its name since we last held hands.

Does it still rumble, growl inside,
The billowing cloud-fire, the necklace of grief?
The night, jumping, leaping, sticking her tongue out
For one last dance, entwines me,
Stumbling over, as I listen to mourning ghosts,
Moving around, in circles, the earth
A whisper of sprinkled ashes of pain?

The smoke, a translucent fusion,
Do I drink it whole? The murky waters
Ruminating on the slumber-buried drone of pain.
Do I shake it off like old dust? Here it comes back
Peels and hums amid grinning, littered rain.

The bird rests beneath the rusted bricks and walls
The flash of cool light, of rain, long gone.
The heart of the wind beating amid the dead leaves in rain,
I stand, smothered between the damp walls,
Breaking and sinking, birdlike, aflame, drowning.

Undercurrents of Fire

A fairy sleep caught me unaware in the odd hours of twilight,

with all the just bought festive ensembles gripping self intact  ,

galore in the dimness of severely meshed up mind’s darkness  ,

premiering into  a sort of first day-first show revelation regime,

rejuvenating all senses with inner realms of dreams supreme;

dreams intertwined with real life and near life  happenings ,

Is it a just a clueless dream or rather a clue to unseen life’s proceedings?


Pretty strange was this rare and random deep rest,

the sea of change captured with it ebbs  and crests ,

like a motion picture with nanographic  details abreast;

Bosom’s a big hearth burning with thousand watts raging fire,

the undercurrents of this  running deep, side and wide;

the fragile petals of  heavy eyelids in divinely closure,

its upper and lower, adamantly glued with lashes together,

never to blossom and burst ,upholding  the iris flower ,

the intensely  over-focussed and over flashed buds of eyeballs ,

salvaged with this perfect  shutdown ,resting from all its restless roll ;

Ironic  to this pleasure closure, was the raging pain in the firing hearth,

all sticking ardently and spreading from the walls of the cherry bosom;

the pain leaping in bounds and manifolds, never imagined dimensions to the fore;

all along to the  fallacy of the sleepless mind and the tired soul previous ,

your traces of presence  nulled  by your conspicuous absence

as you left me unattended ,unasked and  giving no prominence;

Now the deepening undercurrents digging out the remnant traces,

traces of miraculous minuscule scattered around everywhere ,

proclaiming unanimously and yelling out your roots  all here;


The olympiad fire now seems  inborn as it’s there while sleep and awake,

never to go until all your traces surfaced and resurfaced,

th e untraceable you now growing bigger than my world,

for just like a finger held before my mirroring eyeballs,

saliently covering  the whole world before me,

conveniently conquering my thoughts and beats too;

like a fish just out of water, caught between life and death,

both having its equal chances  of occurrence;

But the  fire so strong ,with  flares of sustenance;

no more end ,wilt and rot, all hymns  and chants of existence ;

No illusion or delusion, fire is always for sanctity and truth,

the undercurrents of fire will bring you from the lost state,

Wherever you are, I am no more untraceable to you,

I am no more unreachable to you, i am no more unreadable to you,

the fire of light will flash you all , now no more division;

unison of lights nonetheless  a distant horizon !