Monday, July 28, 2014

Song for an obadiah

If am i to sing a song
As good as the night calm and long,
If am i to hold the shore
Of sands that come so near the door,

I can turn to you, O Obadiah,
For You hath made me to spare
All those little things i lost on my way,
The flowers blooming plentiful and gay,
In valleys green,charming and bright,
In mountain forests, mildly embracing light,

If am i to put words in rhyme,
As good as the dawn pure and quiet,
If am i to find the essence of clime
In the gentle ripples of water at my side,

I can turn to you, O Obadiah,
For You hath made me to spare,
All those little things i gained on my way,
The stretched full up flamingo wings  of a day,
In the midst of an ocean vast, blue and wide
In the waves mirthful, dancing in tune of a tide,

If am i to sing a song
As good as life to which one can belong,

I can turn only to you,
O Obadiah.

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Sky full of leaves


Stand still under the sky


Full of leaves


And gather how


 from foliage drips


Colors of rain.


(The still attached is titled 'foliage', a work by Koentjero)

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Before I set on...

Before I set on
To another journey long,
Wish I could have made a piece
With reeds of notes at fingertips,
Wish could have strummed the string
And hummed a few last lines
That could have burst waterlilies
with hues of extraordinary shine,

Before I embark on
Another journey might be long,
Wish could have blown the air
Through the pipe like a piper true
Wish could have taken a few
Grains of moments as honeydew,
Wish could have rested legs on the bow
and made the wind to take the oars,
Wish could have consecrated a tune
To the leftaway golden shore,
Wish could have gazed at ease
How through space life flows by,
Wish could have sung a song
To the earth, the sea and the sky.

Monday, July 7, 2014

Lilacs in the sun

Get me where lilacs bloom
Aplenty like a deluge,
in the sun where they turn
The world a canvas huge,

Get me where lilacs bloom.

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

that street,

that street
Where we some lightyears hence
Caught up and did meet
Had gone through
A transformation,

No longer is there
That old baker shop
Where you used to turn up
With your cane basket
loaves you used to buy
And listless I
Had my time of keeping you
In my eyes,

No longer is that old theatre
There,
We once had a chance
To savour the evening air
Standing at its stairs
Climbing up that derelict shape
We had an evening to reflect
Upon the glimmer of the town,
Passing cars and their glowing headlights,
And those distant chimneys
which stood like poles straight
almost holding little stars upon their tapered tips,
And the vast expanse of fields
Having shadows of our runs and plays,
Our games of hide and seek,

You had a fear of heights
You would clutch my shirt,
My arms, you had gripped tight,

No longer they are there,

But the street had remained
Somehow it had managed to stay
Despite bulldozers had plundered away
the days and the nights had been made glitzy,

The street had remained .

Thursday, June 19, 2014

on such a cloudy day...

on such a cloudy day
if I canst sing for You
what am I supposed to do?

when the moist breeze
has swept the streets
and from heaven whence
it has drizzled like a love laden sense
on my soul,Your providence,
how can I sit like a stone?
how can I bear this sweetness all alone?

let me sing a song befitting your piety-
the song that could float miles and miles across
till it reaches Your shores,
let me sing that tune harmonious
filled with essence of rain drenched flowers,
let me put at Your doorstep
blooming words that from me escape
spontaneous,unhindered and unchained-
much like a song of shravana and tumultous rains,

on such a cloudy day
let me my poems lay
for You, with reverence.

Saturday, June 14, 2014

come rain,

come rain, not as a mere teaser
come in full flow, like a breezer
lashing cool with impestous thrust
come rain, opening clouds like a burst,

come rain, wet me down
come like Menead fierce and tearing
come to give respite from Aestas's frown.