Thought II

With pace unmatched
and weight unseen
thoughts
run taut
like pandas
white
and
black
feeding on abundant greens,

and they
trip and fall
on sand that's brown

lost
in their own unclear shades!

PS - Ay humnava, mujhe apna bana le...sookhi padi dil ki iss zameen ko bhiga de!

Squabble

Why
do you?
I asked

How
do I know?
He said

You

Gentle breeze,
tender light,
anxious eyes
that team up with an honest smile
and that tiny little worldly piece
at the center of your palm;

I pick it up
and hold you back
in gratitude
as I would
on a rainy day,
when tempers flew
for a while.

I see what I am to you,
anyway,
simply,
from
what you are
to me
everyday...

Winning that loss!

On that road
I rode
swift as a teacher,
steady as a leader,
with unflinching focus
and insatiable wonder;
i looked ahead,
sight,
in a single line of light
eyes,
unblinking, awake.

I reached the end,
across the bend,
amid all else,
everybody else,
that laughed
and held up their swords,
you looked not around, they said
you checked not your pace;
I nodded,
I knew not this was a race,
I had battles within to play...

 

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