The Last Moment

I opened that room
With a creaking sound.
It was inundated with smoky darkness
And deserted.
A walking stick stands still in a corner,
A big row of medicine bottles 
On the window side,
A spectacle on the table,
And an Ayurvedic smell in the air,
And at last,
A stamp pad left open
In the place of a glass of water in half
And the lost drops on the pillow...

Devi

Mother said:
My son see this
This is the Devi 
And have a dharshan.
But Mom, she is naked
Said the boy with a smile.
Are goddesses uncivilised?
Son asked.
Don't say so,
We are mere humans
My son and me will be cursed.
Mother said with a prayer.
Son looked at the Devi's breasts
And imagined the future devees.

A Black Cat

I sat alone

On that broken bench

To view something new,

But no new

Only the black cat in the corridor,

With white eyes on my face,

Frightening and frightened.

I smiled at him/her.

Then that came to me.

As the world is hurled at me.

What is a cat?

I asked myself.

Is it the fear that God created for the human?

Or is it the goddess of mystery in this world...?

Let me ask him/her.

I turned to ask it.

But that is nowhere...

Is it gone?

Never came to me in reality?

Was I dreaming?

Somebody said: ' No'

"That is the Black Cat "

The Birds

The birds on the wire...

The first swung forward in the wind

The second fluttered  the wings to be on it.

The third laughed at the both.

The fourth danced well.

The fifth sang for the dancer.

The sixth beckoned its lover.

The seventh saw the rain on the hill.

The eight chirped the message.

The ninth opened its bills for the drops.

The tenth thought about the mirth they had.

The last, I 

In the shower of the spring

Still in the muse of the dream...

 

The Black Ant

The Black Ant

The black on the white floor

Like the Black in the White land.

Working hard,

Wandering inside

The four lines of the floor tile

 In the square walls of my room…

In this floor

No White Ant is found

Only some Termits

Who are born to despise others…

A Self -Taken Photo

A Self -Taken Photo

I took a photo

Of mine;

Nine times for the fine.

I didn’t say “smile”,

No make-ups

No good looks.

I looked for my real face

To fix on wall forever

For others.

Perhaps for you…

Let’s Go

Let’s Go

Let’s go

To get her

Together.

But who will?

Laughter

Laughter

I said her that

I love her much.

She laughed much

She could hardly breathe.

I cried I could hardly stop

Once after years

She came back

Realized my love true

She said to me that

She loves me too.

I laughed...

Laughed again…

Again and again

Even after again

A Gain…but a loss.

"I aaam nnowhere"

Every man has a sea
Of his own tears
There in he swims
Towards the life
And reaches nowhere..
Waves replace him
From the mouth of sharks.
He dreams his log-boat
And his tamed ore,
His chair at the hearth
And his holy drink,
Then a mirage of an island
And wishes the mirage a truth
At last reaches somewhere frozen
But nowhere.
His thick frozen lips must have lisped
"I aaam nnowhere"

It Rains

It rains on the tree
Then the tree rains...
The breeze on the reeds
Then the music in the rain...
The drops on the leaf
Like a smile on the face...
The sun is on the move
Then the twinkle on the drop
Like the dimples on the smile...
The lawns are so green
So cute as the dream...
Her locks are on my face
Then the world is in my hands...