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.