I awakened from the bed suddenly,
It was a hot summer night, I was disturbed by kur, kur sounds highly, I tried to sleep again, right,
But I couldn't do it really,
And I searched the sound, where did it come from simply?, Atlast, a wall cock was found,
Which lived in a locked almirah, I kept a naphthalene ball in it, I never heard the sound again, harrah, And slept the night like a socklet.
Perhaps apples were fewer in the bowl
Perhaps you needed still further tints
Whatever I emptied my whole almirah
Nothing was left in the blood and flesh
It was a dream we started from
Doesn't dream lead us to reality
Then what for our desire for the froths of sleep
Dream trees steeped in red round grapes
A new gondola in a new creek
Desires for the sea only pursuit
Breaking the waves with tremendous joy
New and newer islands of fulfillment
Perhaps I lacked gold and diamond
Or else why would you suddenly shift
To new shores of pink communication
To new shafts of unknown sunlight
Our thoughts are perhaps always partial
The kernel and further we cannot see
Initially both accommodated the anchor
Our ocean would conquer all mountains
Now we do feel the beginning was flawed
Your nucleus needed something beyond love
Was it a regression to the unappeased childhood
Was it some other fuel than just love
Okay my dear stay satisfied
With the new full moon and new autumn sun
Just keep careful of another darkness
That doesn't call for yet different rays
September 9, 2019
Sometimes love is not enough Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Whenever I close my eyes,I see you sitting alone.
so silently you left the world or may be you were throne.
when you said that,you are coming soon..I was so happy to hear
but your closed eyes in the coffin snatched my peace and filled my heart with tears.
O dad I miss you a lot ,I cannot explain my pain,
It's so tough to accept that I can't see you again.
Your almirah is empty so empty is your room
I can only see you in the flashback's,
now who will tell me his complains.
dear father I won't repeat the mistake I did, I am so guilty that I excluded you from my prayers , you will always stay in my heart ,now I will pray for the peace of your soul night and day, ..I am so sorry dad this much only I can say.
Forgive me dad.
The morning sunlight flooded into the room,
From far away a cuckoo could be heard -
Heralding the advent of spring
When flowers would bloom.
The sky was a bright blue,
The fields were lush green,
And the colourful houses
All of varied hues.
At one corner of the room lay -
A pair of "Painted" Spectacles,
In the shadow of an almirah
Throughout the day.
Oh! What a thing are the Painted Spectacles!
When the sky looks gloomy, it seems so blue,
When the fields are barren, they look green
Really, they cause such miracles!
However, life is not SUCH a spectacle -
It is instead the decision whether,
We want them or not,
Whether, we want to get rid of our obstacles.
And then comes a time,
When life is pulled away from life;
And we, reduced to certain despair -
Life becomes nothing but grime.
So, although the jolly day inflicted no pain,
But the mind could not find any hope;
At a corner, the Painted Spectacles lay,
Perhaps never to be put on again.
I see a flame burning in a river
I see a rainbow twinkling in the sky
I see the moon throwing moonly radiations
I see a fish, rather at the high.
Yes, I see the world upside down!
I sleep at noon, I wake at night
I sleep by sitting, I sit by lying
I sleep with my almirah serving as my bed
I sleep only in the daylight’s shed.
Yes, I see the world upside down!
I befriend the lizard
I detest rabbit
I blow up my chair
And the water I’d kick
Yes, I see the world upside down!
I know you from the bottom
Unamused by your ‘out’
I know what you think
Ignoring up your shout.
Yes, I see the world upside down!
I could see anything, what you hides
I could sense the truth behind your ‘pleasant’
I could see you fooling, hiding your smiles
Beware of me whenever I am present.
‘Coz, I see the world upside down!!!
Lets not be muddy,
talk clear,
and hear clear,
and as well see clear,
do you remember the day you were born,
probably not,
but you heard a lot about it,
your parents joyed the fornight thereafter,
and tossed you in air,
didthey ever tell you if God sent anything with you,
down as you were born,
not even clothes as you were naked when you had come,
now you are clamoring for everything,
grasping and rapping hands and legs,
to get all you can,
you keep them in some kind of receptacles,
be it house almirah or shelf,
now ask yourself will you carry them back,
when you are done and gone,
no if you have not done what was not to be done,
God probably would send you back with nothing on.