Dates

Dates,
Which compells me
To be in blue,
And remember the song -
Melancholy Baby.

And wish,
If I could hear,
Gone days music of
Piano Bar.

Sun

I may not be here tomorrow,
If tomorrow
The Sun happens to come,
Tell him that,
He has yet to dry off,
A drop of tear
From my closed eye.

My Castles

Sometime or the other,
I will catch the sun
Knocking at my door,
And then the castles of darkness,
Will crumble down.

Poltergeist 1996

Dr. Segan and his 100,000
Light-years search,

Ms. Emily and her prophetic writing
After 110 years.

Everlasting dreams of F Scott Fitzerald,
And 100 years.

Walt Whitman,
Who in his songs conveyed --
All goes onward and outward,
And nothing collapses.

30 light years and Gwalior.

A dozen books and their
Hundreds of thousand words.

Good bye 1996,
With all that.

The first ray of 1997 shall come to
Kerabas Island or Tonga or Belani,
But not to me.

Suspended Animation

I bid you fare,
Time Space - the coordinate 4th,
At a mile stone of
30 light years.

Its an hour,
You too are indeterminate,
For a ten to the power minus thirteen second,
With a to and fro oscillation.

Either a big bang or crunch it be,
Ultimately deciding to move forward,
The future is yet to be,
Closing the door of past to me.

Month Of Words

Today's sunset has brought,
The 'month of words' to dwell in,
And Readings of the first day says-

'O son of Man!
Be thou content with Me,
And seek no other helper.
For none but Me,
Can ever suffice the'.

'Nirvana' could be attained so,
If I could find,
This content reflected in,
My everyday work.

Gone With The Rain

Sun is gone with the rain,
To the fields,
Over the trees,
Beyond the horizon,
Pouring water,
Everywhere.

Its wet,
Inside and out,
Faith engulfed by disbelief,
Shall the sun be out again,
Or the desert lay remain,
Dark all the way.

And I shall face an icy end,
Like a seperate individual entity.

Passiflora incarnata

Stuck in the arms are
The two broken twigs of
Passiflora incarnata.

I have been entrusted to try
If they could take their roots
In the soil of my earth -
Which is short
And stubborn.

Sea Of Tranquility

I craft my God,
So that,
In turn,
It can curse me.

I make Frankenstein monster,
So that,
After being alive,
It can swallow me.

I searched and found,
The one,
Who was sought-after,
So that,
It could humiliate me.

Thousands of mile away,
Far from home,
From a cross-road,
I choose steep hilly-terrain,
To find one,
So that,
I could see it,
Dying of its own death.

Yeltsin - His Last Morbidity

Yeltsin loses voice,
His vocal cords suffered from
The strain of election compaign,
For his second presidential term.

He was hospitalized twice
Last year with ischematic Heart-pain.
Life has so much Contradictions,
In itself impregnated with.

Yeltsin - Heart Problem

Heart Problem,
He may remain in hospital,
For a month.
He is suffering a painful condition -
When flow of blood is,
Restricted to the heart.

Spokesman said -
He remains leader of the Russia.
I have to confirm,
The statement of the spokesman;
If he really remains so.

Eternal

On a broad day light,
Through my open eyes,
I saw a dream,
As of my God,
Descending from heaven,
Taking my chronograph,
And making its time off;

So, time ended,
Eternity began,
And I become
Eternal.

Emily

Emily,
Is it a seer coincidence,
Or fulfillment of a prophecy,
Encoded by Nostradame,
That I should find you,
On 23rd parallel,
After 110 years of your departure.

Its the year,
And I could mumble --
'I never lost as much but twice',
And
'Crumbling is not an instant's act'.

'So huge so hope so hopeless to conceive', --
If they were as my shadow,
Represented in antibeing,
Treaded to embrace me,
But left to an antispacefield,
In an anticosmos,
As if it would have caused,
The total annihilation of us.

O' whiteclad genteel nun,
Now I could converse with you,
The 'somethings' hovering over, --
'Grief, hills and eternity',
Sometimes I could feel,
The very touch of it.,

If I could thank you,
For transforming being in a state,
Where I am not alone even in,
Seclusion and withdrawal,
In which I am embeded in,
Like a 'nobody'.

1995

A king,
Hit hero of the second world war,
Yet not in the bad picture,
Is celebrating his 62nd birthday.

A president,
Papendru of Paris,
Whose condition worsened today,
With respiratory & kidney functioning.

A country,
Whose 400 children died with their mothers,
In a blaze & stampede,
While celebrating their annual school function,
As says United News of India.

A nation,
Whose President is reciting,
A Nicholas story,
To its children.

A heroine of decade forties,
Who acted in a leading role in
Gone With The Wind,
Died due to 70 % burn injury,
She received through her clothings,
While working on a kerosene heater.

A person
Who thinks,
Has quite few number of friends,
On whose warmness,
He could live on ever.

An evening,
Suddenly overcast,
Rainy sky,
With often lightning,
And quite few thundering.

From somewhere
Distant place,
Uncertainties are creeping in me,
Causing to believe in the idea,
Have I come to the end of the journey,
Of 7 valley or 4 valley,
As Sufism says,
In search of God through love.

Remembered Marx,
As he says
The history being repeated,
But first being as tragedy,
And second being as farce,
In context of the recent election results in Russia,
Or Me.

50th State

Then I saw
That there was a way to hell,
Even from the gates of heaven;
As ---- John Bunyan said.

Dark Matter

Someday
I would crumble down
Due my own sins,

And its seer pressure
Will cause me to
Turn into the matter

-- like white dwarfs
-- into the dark matter
-- to become part of the universe
-- which is 90%
-- yet unseen.

Vision 2002

This summer
The Cicada's non stop musical chorus
Reminds me of ----
The nymph
The earth
The roots and
The Orwellian year
By the summer 2000
The adult shall perform its
Solo orchestra,
From the trunk top
And should gradually come to
Lie on the ground
So eventually could die-down
By the first shower of the monsoon.

Sad Year

There would be a morning
On a day,
And that day shall dawn
On our horizon,
In the year which we call
New one,
And together we could search
To find and see it;

While 2002 is
Departing sadly
Leaving us all behind
And alone.

2002

It took a long time
To say good-bye
To the year 2002.

Because it was taking with it
My only worldy possession
The 'acceptance' of mine,
As such I used to be.

In the mean time
The 2003 has dawn into
Our drawing rooms,

So, welcome to the new day
Of the year new to us.
And very best wishes to you
From this side of the world too.