A LOVER’S ACT

One fine morning,

I invoked you

Out of thin air.

Ran to the sea;

Gathered shells and scales.

From the finest ones,

Made your bones, scalp, fingers and toes.

Stirred the earth;

Doggedly dug for mud and clays.

From the softest ones,

Filled your legs, back, torso and breasts.

Tore the volcanoes;

Drenched myself in hot springs.

From the hottest ones in my palm

Dyed with the wildest red flowers of the forest

Created blood; pumping, pulsing and throbbing in you.

Went to the golden deers;

Asked for their skin.

From the smoothest ones,

Carved your body and covered it with skin.

Circled the earth, sun and stars and moon;

Filled my pocket with lights, darkness, mysteries and hollows.

From the enigmatic ones,

Painted your lips, armpits, bottoms and private.

I poured my heart on to you

To feel the sigh of objects;

I shared my mind with you

To know the reason behind each sighs.

I gave my life to you

To live.

I made a temple of you

Pushed you inside;

Worshiped you,

Kissed you,

Slept with you,

Slapped you,

Killed you inside

Only

To love and

Be loved.

TREASURE

I had kept my love

Hidden

Underneath my skull

From a time unknown.

Last evening,

When I dug the earth

With a piece of finger

And a tray of words;

To unleash a pirate’s treasure

To present it to you,

To you my dear.

With the days and nights

Sighs and whispers

Pains and wounds

Wind and breath

With the angels and demons

Fighting to leave a mark

On this tattooed earth,

Brushing their teeth

On the treasure

The gold had turned in to clay.

I hold it

In my shrinking hands,

All rustic-fragile remains

Of an ancient heart.

Smell of acrid roots filled

The space between you and me

You looked down at it

The dark mass,

Feeling disgusted

Humiliated

But you managed to

Put a smile,

Where a sad lonely moon hung

From a time unknown.

Now,

I am burying it down

Underneath my skull

Under grass of the pavements

We walked in silences

To it’s native place

Until the last piece of me

And last piece of mine

Remains.

BLINDNESS

When I miss her

I close my eyes.

I see her

With my eyes closed.

I see the rose of her cheeks

The silence of the lips

With my eyes closed.

I talk to her

About the grief of her past

The hopes of her future,

About the length of the road

Breadth of the ocean

About every little things

Existent and nonexistent,

To the utmost details

With my eyes closed.

I touch her,

Her protruding breasts,

Hard-stubborn nipples

Her tight-lipped mouth

Her gold plated belly

And the unlit, narrow street of her thighs

With my eyes closed.

I stroke

The northern wind of her hair

The dust of her body

The light of her skin

And the curve of her neck.

I kiss her

Lick her

Make love to her

With my eyes closed.

I spend my seconds,

Minutes, hours, days,

Years and years to come;

I spend my life

Doing nothing

With my eyes closed.

AND THE EVENING CAME

And the evening came

with its early air of haughtyness.

Red blue flashes of light 

ignited the red blue presence of life

in the damp street

And the housewife packed herself

with cheap powder of beauty

and of bruises.

The turmoil of night awaited her

And as if driven by practice

the sad moon peeped through

the dark window sill

of her kitchen

into the hollow 

of earthen pots

hoisted on the kerosene stove

which revealed

almost nothing

except for the

stems of 

a wretched body

And a tormented soul.

And the evening came...

NOSTALGIA

It is very difficult to pack a room

When you know that

You will come inside it

Again & again

Without a piece of luggage in your hands

Or a piece of cloth on your body.

It is very difficult to pack a room

When you know that

You can never pack it.

PLACE

Everytime 
I move
From a place,
I keep a 
Chunk of paper
Clearly written on it
The name of the place
And
The date
I buried it
Inside the locker room
Of my secret diary
Whose combination
Sometimes I remember
And
Sometimes
Lost
In the dust
Of the place.

A DEATH

Last Sunday

In the morning

When I saw her

Inside the butcher’s shop

My love died.

That very moment

The edge of the long knife

Fell right on my left rib

Splitting it in two;

Pointed steel

Sharp as her eyes

Poked inside

My blood-red-heart

Popped out,

Drops of love

Dripping all over

Perfumed earth.

My blood-red-heart

Cut to pieces

Each little one

Tossed in mid-air

To feed the dog,

The crow and the eagle

By her

Sweet little hands;

Divinity in her face

Contemplative eyes

Pitied voice.

At a distance

I stood;

Love like sweat

Dripping

Inside and outside,

Dead water

Dark as pantheon

In a spurt from underground

Drowned me

From toe

To head.

TEARS

When

I closed my eyes

I saw you

Watching me

From head to toe

In a single glance.

Your forehead

felt dew

On its surface…

Little,

Transparent,

Round

Drops of past

Clouded my horizon…

And

Suddenly

I woke up

With a lump

In my throat.

TEA

Deep

Down my throat

I felt

An urge

To

Fill my mouth

With a

Surge of fluid

Enamored.

Hot water

Drenched

In sweet,

Sniffed

With herbs

And a

Tinge of sunset

Whose taste

Makes it

Tea.

SEA

In a jug of beer,

I saw the sea.

Ice floating on sunset water

Reminds me of her diamond smile

Flowing from her siesta body.

The small boats

Swimming on her face,

Shimmering in northern wind

Like a dense bunch of hair.

I love the look

On her tidal calendar,

Each twitch waiting for my arrival,

A thing of beauty

Joy for the moment

And in a moment

I saw the sea…

AN EVENING AFTER RAIN

Seated behind dark horses,

Sun God rained hypnotic gold flowers.

Perfumed earth in an early garland of foul water

Bathed.

Soaked my thirsty lips,

Cob webs of forty days and forty nights

Cleared,

As if by the stroke of a painter’s brush.

My dark heart shrugged

Age old dust and mud.

Emerged it,

Like a princess on a ramp,

Shimmering in all love and good health.

MACHU PICHU

I climbed the height of Machu Pichu

To see your nocturnal play.

Your silver glow

Dancing under the mouths of caves.

My dark skeleton of rock solid stones,

Which make the brown grass

Shimmer in pathos of love;

Savor your glittering thighs;

Made of sweet-smelling-sweat of pains.

My stone-faced-Incan-Angel,

I come to you

Since the beginning of time

To seek truth

In the bosom of rain-soaked-marigold

And to smell your melancholic breath.

I am your wanderer,

The forgotten warrior,

Biblical architect

And you are my

Divine stone face.

ASHVASTHAMA

Come Ashvasthama,

I will make you

My Captain!

I will give you

A place you deserve

From a time

Older than the mountains.

An award

You desire

For the five heads,

I will pay you

Five rose-hearts & five rose-lips

Throbbing for you & chanting you name.

Come,
Be my Captain.

VISHNU SAHASRA NAAM

In the hour of need,

People call you.

Not by one name or two;

But by thousand different names of you.

You,

The wisest of all,

The mightiest and strongest of all,

The pool of seminal fluid,

The birth-place of all deeds;

Resting,

In a deep meditation,

A sleep,

 Heavier than a thousand opium,

A sea of milk,

Snake-bed of silk,

Look to those disciples,

In a half-grin half-smirk pose,

Throw a smile towards them.

Your smile,

The epitome of sublime,

Seems all ironic,

Of all time..

In the hour of need…

DOOR-BELL

At moments inappropriate

You ring

My feet

Assemble my body

Drag me to the door

Your shrill voice

My long hand

On my chest

Eyes closed

Mind pictures

Scent from a mile

The color of her dress

Curves of her neck

Yellow skin

Gold hair

Angle of face

And extent of her smile…

My long hand

On the door knob

My heart-train

Nostrils smoke

Eyes opened

Mind summons

A white sheet

Wraps her scent,

Dress, neck, face

And her smile

Packed

Sent

To a station unknown

Not to return

Until your next call

Next ring

Next turmoil…

My door-bell.

A DEATH

Last Sunday

In the morning

When I saw her

Inside the butcher’s shop

My love died.

That very moment

The edge of the long knife

Fell right on my left rib

Splitting it in two;

Pointed steel

Sharp as her eyes

Poked inside

My blood-red-heart

Popped out,

Drops of love

Dripping all over

Perfumed earth.

My blood-red-heart

Cut to pieces

Each little one

Tossed in mid-air

To feed the dog,

The crow and the eagle

By your

Sweet little hands;

Divinity in your face

Contemplative eyes

Pitied voice.

At a distance

I stood;

Love like sweat

Dripping

Inside and outside,

Dead water

Dark as pantheon

In a spurt from underground

Drowned me

From toe

To head.

AFTER THE FULL MOON

After the full moon

You came.

Dark as a night,

Body of crow,

Teeth like thunder,
mind of Lucifer,

Perched on my sky-light.

You had a pact with the devil

Secret;

Eyes folded,

Threads of love

Pecked me,

My chest,

My genital…

Devoured me.

You flew like the moon;

My remains scattered

For the ungrateful ants,

Denying me a decent burial

A home;

I long for so long

To preserve

Your beak,

Your skin

And the devil in you.

NAILED

The world outside my window

Is a heap of rubble.

Drenched,

Debris of roofs

Hanging from the sky

Which is not more than 30 feet tall.

Drenched,

Clothes and rags

Swinging by ropes

That connect heaven to earth.

With a swivel of wind,

The world outside

Turns upside down.

But

The mirror in my room

Remains unperturbed,

Rigid,

As if nailed…

TOHFA

(To a girl I met in a train)

A gift of God

To this world.

Wintry eyes, Summer dreams...

Moist voice, Hidden laughter-

Hidden screams...

Full of life like a stream.

Filled with dreams

And only dreams…

AN EGG

Ripped from my skin,

I serve you.

Boiled and

Delicious,

I serve you.

I serve you

The dead meat;

The life inside.