in the mood for...haiku

a cup of tea
burns my throat
-sweetness in me

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phone rings
the wind blows
-more noise than needed

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pour green tea
in a cup for me
-hot drinks you

ideally

To ensure that love doesn't die,
to keep the wonder alive...
to make it all happen with smiles,
to be innocent as a child,
to laugh
to cry
to love
to be alive...
it is upon us to decide.
We, the interested!!

fearlessly

in this game,
we play for keeps.
we make money from research
gain knowledge for free.

wisdom comes at a price
of youth and exuberance.
in this game,
we live to be ignorant.

we love and laugh,
we feel pain and cry
in this game,
life just keeps flowing by.

the years go on
the lines are etched deeper...
the eyes grow tired
and the legs get weaker.

but then again,
the heart grows young.
as the days go by
we are less stung.

the small joys outlast
ephemeral happiness and sorrow.
a smile is what counts
in the days that are and will follow.

and with a little rain and sunshine
innocence is regained,
and like the rainbows and birds
freedom is preordained.

the time to do things is now
the time is live is here
the game goes on...
living then, is without fear!

just a cup

im bored and sleepy,
a haze in front of my eyes.
the words on the screen blur
the mind wanders
i str-e-e-eetch and yawn
and hem and haw and purr.

the sandman weaves his tapestry
of tall grass in the Serengeti
where the zebra's run zig
and the grass blows zag

the lions yawn a wide open mouth
devourer, predator, king of the jungle,
a weary eye cast over the horizon.
an amble, a shuffle, a throw back of the mane

nature casts a social web
and it all comes hazily into focus
as i raise my head, cast a look around
find a cup of tea, waiting for me
and hoo-ha
i'm back in the game!

belong

how do i...
i can't

all i can do
is stand in rapture

in awe
such is blue

the hue of the lake
the mountain in the distance

i wonder..
actually i don't

i feel.
like a sea of blessings has washed over me.

just the goodness
of being in the now...

in rapture
in harmony

maybe all is not well in this world
maybe things are not as they seem

yet in this day
in this hour

the universal
is me.

calm, serene, beautiful
love has no boundaries, they say

neither does your mind.

to belong
to know you are cared for

to embrace
to give all your worries

and admit joy
admit hope

this is power
this is what beauty can do

and who more beautiful...
than you?

desire

a twinkle in the eye
or one in the sky

i look and keep looking
and i see the glimmer

never have i wanted
so much

never have i needed
so much

so very wicked,
so delicious

your skin against mine
your head on my shoulders

the curves
that i want to never find a way out of

the eyes
that i never want to lose sight of

in the fall
you bloom with joy

as colours erupt
and so does your smile

red and golden
and deep brown like your hair

if it isn't love
it's just wonderful

to be in the same room as you
to be on the same planet as you

to have my ring on your right finger
and to have my finger where it touches you the most.

wicked....
and oh so delicious. mmmmmm.

what it means to be the aNarChIst poet?

living loving

breathing liberating

soaking shocking

fighting the bullshyting
ripping the red taping

fraggin the bureaucrating

chilling without killing

eating fleeting
meeting treating

smoking toking
peeking seeking

dancing prancing
dreaming of coupling

un-mingling the single-ing
bitching screaming
defying the standardizing
reforming the prejudicing

joking laughing
smiling gleefully whilst
fucking the corporate biatch!!

why mahashivratri?

for the good of the world
for betterment
for kindness and welfare
for humanity

in your interest
to make the world a better place

such is ideal
such is the reach
such is the adherence

a fasting, not feasting
the world of the Sadashiva!

Sada is always, eternal and timeless
Shiva is welfare, benefactor and carer.

concerned about our welfare,
striving for our gain

absorbing the negative
to negate our pain.

this is my concept
of a God who lives
the personification of ideals

such is his way
such is his might
to be a cause of all destruction
and paradoxically,
spurt creation and delight.

beyond all the religion
and zealotry lies an ideal.
and in pursuing that ideal,
lies our destiny.

the art of missing

I miss her kiss
her lovely smile,
her double tight squeezes
her silken sighs.

I wander alone
on a journey together.
She walks her own path
even though she's with me forever.

Cliched it sounds
but it is a fact.
She peers into my soul,
I kiss her, with tact.

Alone through the night
and busy during the day.
Her tempting lips part
and she leads me astray

from the path I've walked on
for how long I do not know.
But I'll gladly leave it for you,
baby, I miss you so!

lunacy
is a fallacy.

normality
is mandatory
and perhaps,
fictional.

like dragons.

unless...
where you see
a satellite
i see love.

and both of us
are true.

lunacy...
the satellite
of love.

a song

another day and another dream
and we're living

celebrate this and celebrate that
like you never had

your voice and your cheers
and no more tears

restrained love and a passion denied
my warm beautiful, beautiful sunshine

a stream of thought and a thread of love
the toughest binding

a home to go to and a pillow to sleep
just you and me

just you and me
together, we're free

in one place and sharing the time
and living a life so sublime.

like a song that resonates in my head
in adoring eyes on their love, hover

where a briefest touch
sets a room on fire

a smile that makes life worth living
to serve your every whim and desire.

today, for you

warmth
of soul,
in my cup
of tea.
and a beautiful friend
to share my life with me.

a hungry glance
an intense longing
the touch that consumes all memories
that heart that has all belongings.
everything i own, is yours to take
and everything i have, is yours to break.

there is a freedom in loving...
in non-possession and giving.
you can take it all away
and leave me poor to the hilt,
but wealth is not a concern
and loving is never guilt.

to say it nicely,
i need nothing this world can give.
the only thing i need
is you, till i live.
after all,
living is when you love the best
and then giving everything else a rest!

spirituality and society
can not affect,
when all that i want
is all that which your eyes reflect.

me in you
and you in me
and an unshakable faith
in all that is good and right.
this is love.
you.
this is you, my love!

candle

light my fire
the candle's desires
melting to glory

An ode to Hope

On 14th November
was born a young child.

He sought no reasons
to be rich and thrive.

Instead he studied hard
and went to college,

where he embraced liberty and socialism
and thrived in its knowledge.

He came back to his country
with a determination to succeed.

He was a young barrister
having a tryst with destiny.

Under the guidance and principles
of a humble man,

he led a nation to freedom
and the country, he ran.

Our first Prime Minister
was a champion of children.

A caring uncle
to lots of young women and men.

Fondly remembered
and revered throughout.

His philosophy was deep,
his smile left no doubt.

And on his jacket,
a rose he wore.

A symbol of love
and the hope to do more.

And so on 14th November
it is respect we pay.

On Jawaharlal Nehru’s birthday we celebrate hope,
we celebrate Children’s Day!

The Triumphant…

Dearly sought and well fought
the fight for justice and self governance
had finally borne fruit.

And yet the spirit of the many
could not overshadow the pain
that stabbed the heart of a just born nation.

The foreign yoke left us
with their ‘divide and rule’
which was possibly, the heaviest price to pay.

Our many freedoms have been paid for
by the paradox of non-violence and blood
and now in the quagmire of corruption we stay.

What does it mean to be free as a nation?
To forsake our brothers
and divide a land by borders?

But now, celebration is the order of the day.
After all, we successfully fought
the English onslaught: a fight without the savagery and rage.

This is a revolution, as unique as it gets
Without blood spilled on our hands
and with soaring spirit and guts.

We are a nation proud
that serves as a beacon of hope
in a world full of violence.

And this is the triumph
we capture and celebrate
on our Independence day!

yin yang

one to another
subduing and rising
like flip sides
falling one way or another
each one complete
and yet incomplete
without the other

choose one or the other
and you get both
that's the beauty
of the whole being greater
than the individuals
and moving from independence
to interdependency

there is a me
without you
but that me
cannot be
without you
simply put
the we makes
the me

like that!

the coleridge-bohemian

in the broken house
a stifled silence greeted him.
long stretches of blur
it's a life!

smoke up,
drink up,
live to die.

the growing sense of unease,
numbed down.

a functional dystopia
a life lived in a hurry
to get to the end.

to make another beginning
or so he thought.

the stifled silence screamed.

nothing moved.

bob said,
the answers were blowing in the wind.

nothing moved.

when you didn't ask the questions,
the answers didn't matter.

numbness
vegetative
insipid
a life to live.

and nothing moves.


day after day, day after day

we struck no breadth no motion,

as idle as a painted ship

on a painted ocean

water, water everywhere

and all the boards did shrink

water, water everywhere

nor any drop to drink


a wry smile plays.


tomorrow is another day.

My Name is Red

A carpet of white
under endless sky.
Cold is the season,
that pervades my!

Stretched to the boundary
the starkness of white..
Still...frozen..
a motionless night.

The moon rises high,
the landscape glimmers.
Think of your warmth...
when my body shivers.

And then, turn a corner
into a spot of red.
The blood surges
into my head.

Out there and solitary
in the white.
Delicately folded
like a possession, prized.

And still unfrozen,
the dew drops shine.
So pure, so beautiful...
uncut diamonds and wine.

Amidst the weariness and cold,
found the gleam of life.
A rose in the snow,
I miss you so much, my wife.

awake7

pure energy
wafting through early morning.
an easiness of being
alive...

uplifted.

rock hard,
for you.

mmmmm....
you fill my senses
unearth desires
and latent drifts

rough and smooth
the interplay
and friction...
a bond of love

and incense.

a love song for a princess

Your lustrous hair
weaves tales of fascination.
Your deeply expressive eyes,
mark the beauty of creation.

Your grace and style
are the cause of envy.
Your gracious smile
is as beautiful as can be.

Your royalty is plain
for all ordinary mortals to see.
I give you my heart
and I give it to you for free.

You will always be
the salt of my life.
If I should be so lucky
to make you my wife.

And in pain and tears
and happiness and joy...
I beg you to be the Queen,
of this ordinary boy.

smile

her head hurt like hell.

bleeding.

fuck, that hurt!

she sat up a little dazed..

how long was she unconcious?

had she been raped?

her recollection was hazy.

she looked around...and saw the disarray.

then she saw the body.

he smelled of whisky.

and he was blue...

hard, cold and blue.

yes, he'd come at her.

almost every night, he'd come.

fetid and limp dicked, he'd come at her.

while her mother was out.

while the world slept.

he'd come at her.

screams and moans...

the bruise on his head

he wouldn't.

he wouldn't anymore.

that fat sodden bastard wouldn't.

and after years, she grinned a broken toothed smile.

Pain

The tears that drop down your eyes
can sting a heart half a world away.

This is pain.

The first fall of a child
moistens the parents eyes.

This is pain.

When an animal succumbs
as a victim to fashion.

tis abuse and pain.

When wars are fought
leaving behind hollow, human shells...

...the mindlessness is pain!

When failure is promoted...
and labels decide your fate.

Shamelessness is pain.

When God's precepts
demands blood and violence.

Pain is a game.

And when you are hurt, my love,
and I can't squeeze you tight.

My verse is...

Sugar!

Listen here to a story,
a tale of passion and intrigue.

Where many young men laid their lives,
for a maiden as fair as thee.

In her honour they cast their lots
to slay a giant mighty

But soon it was known
all across the land, the giant killed with glee.

Neither sugar, nor spice, nor anything nice
would bring a smile to her face.

But along came one fine prince,
who led they giant astray.

And with just one swipe of his enchanted sword
He slew the giant, hurray!

She laughed and smiled and said to him,
"Take me…as you may"

With a sheepish smile, our prince thought a while
And then declared "I'm gay."

Grrrouffff7

To start with
and not finish.

Must be a dream!

And yet I carry on
with life like usual.

Normal is boring.

Boring because every day
is a routine,

without you.

I work, I sleep,
I play, I dream...

...about you.

And yet this life goes on,
unassuming and dreary.

For to be alone is like that.

Nevertheless,
I carry on.

Actually, we do!

But mirth
has a strange way...

...of turning into joy.

Joy that isn't as fleeting
or as giddy,

as happiness is.

And for that I am thankful.
Who would want to lead a joyless life?

Nobody would or should.

For even when I am alone,
by myself and dreaming...

...I still do everything I do, with you.

In my mind,
the distances have melted.

The paths have converged.

And although reality separates us,
for now.

I take joy in the knowledge...

that all is Maya,
all is an illusion.

Except us.

i love you, today

sometimes it happens.
something...a feeling of mutual tenderness.
a rub...a squeeze.
a smile. a moment.
and i remember you.
and in that moment..
i live like i want to.
with you.
and its a beautiful day.

for you...

sometimes
it's just the rain.

drizzle
makes my love sizzle.

melancholy
it's not.

but
i miss you more, when it rains.

maybe
it's just in my mind.

or maybe
it's just that I'm a romantic.

sigh.
the distance doesn't seem to evaporate.

and yet
how do i feel so close to you?

how
do i tell myself: wait!

how
do i say: just a little bit more...

give myself hope
when all i want to do is hold you.

deny the pleasure
of seeing your smile brighten the world.

but i go on
because you are always worth it.

always.

no two ways about that.
you make my world.

you make me want to be
the better person.

always.

pain
so exquisite.

held
so close.

because
its a gift.

and more importantly,
one that matters more than anything else does.

even the pain
of not being with you

is closer and more precious
than the pleasure that everything else can offer.

because
you are the better me.

always.