Inspiration!

is the virus dot that walks up from your tummy
to your throat
splitting itself into two and four and eight...
rushing into 
your limbs,
your brain,
all joints,
infecting everything so fiercely
before
uniting all parts of itself
back into the single blob
that goes out of the tummy!

Price

One thought at 10 bucks
another free,
they sell
and give out

unique recipes for success,
assured success,

trying to force your intuition that sat
coyly
in the center,
out of its home
to the back of the brain;

And I build
quietly,
secretly,
my dish,
a rather ubiquitous mix,
of patience and heedless calm
that sound-proofs
cheap talk!

PS - Tarkebein...tarkebein!

Migrane

When the tone from above
loses its voice at the throat
from a twisted stomach
that pushes back remains
up the pipe
to the lungs,

a migrane,
that tech-glitch in that old gramophone,
squeals like an injured rat
and puts everything to rest...

Masks!

I see them all -
ageing cells that need the den,
growing pain that must be silenced,
strong opinions that are to be held within,
violent views that are gulped down,
fiery frowns underneath neat smiles,

behind mankind's newest invention
for a safe, prosperous, wealthy life -

those
masks

- that help you survive
and kill you
at the same time.

Anonymous...

That little drop
trickling down the pipe
as you wash off
some of your soiled utensils
has a story
which will
unfold
--------if poisonous,
--------when it contaminates its surroundings
and be left
untold
--------if it treads harmlessly
--------blending itself with whats around;
I see
that stories
can leave a trail,
can speak of something or nothing,
can either contaminate or blend,
by choice
best
when left
anonymous.

Telepathy

A little whisper
around me
springs,
a wild fantasy

like jumping off a cliff into water
or
climbing up an unknown mountain in the countryside
and
I walk up to my kitchen table
to
gulp down some cold water
before
I take a deep breath, pacify my overflowing 'energies' and yearn
for
those kind words, that chatter-y tone
from
an 'old' someone
who
in his fatherly voice today

called me vivacious! :P

I hope...

Its a common affirmation,
this one,
that I hope,
for something to culminate
from withered leaves in the backyard
and settled years of know-how,
a few memoirs in place somewhere
and some dreams that sit, cuddled in the realms of my timeline.

some words scattered around the physical world
breach barriers of distance, time and space
and reach my abode, thanks to technology.

and
i soak myself in these words,
i watch my expanding soul,
i listen to the tinkering sound of resonance,
as i see
those withered leaves in the backyard
and settled years of know-how
those memoirs in place somewhere
and those dreams that sit, cuddled in the realms of my timeline
gaining life
in that affirmation
called
hope.

PS - Abhi...mujh mey kahin...baaki thodi si hai zindagi...:)

Two Sides

A side of me
sits aside
like a spectator in the stadium
watching the other side
play,
juggling
navigating
figuring,
ways to steer seemingly complex things,

then,
it takes charge
at its turn
to transform worldly spaces
into worthy surrounds for the day.

I switch
between sides
and as I seek my fused
voice
-------calling
----------------thought
in its oneness,
I realize,
I am two with myself!

Butterflies...

Something like a cluster of bubbles
rumbling along the perimeter of my stomach
try taking me on in huddles
only to test their luck...

My heart thumps a little more than normal
not used to this unsettling surrounding
and gives out a tamed chortle
amid emotions compounding...

I let my
thoughts gather,
breath unwind,
eyes blink in blank gazes,
fingers shiver,

And I let those butterflies be...
grow free
with new esprit
I let them be part of me...