untitled pains...

...he kept on preaching
'time heals'
but his arrogance
hardly could hide
equated instalments
of
piercing tortures
he
bestowed on unwanted loved ones...

Stolen Kiss

...on a thick monsoon night
they both
hug
cuddle
do not kiss
listen favorite
humming in distant paddy
chew pinch of raw tobacco
have a spin
and
think of planting one on each other
just then
a thin shower steals her tender one...

On rain and memories...

...rain walks in
with
a cool mix of metered showers
spells -
a magical lull
a warm effortless lug
into
lubricating memorable times...

Sheer Loneliness...

...almost midnight
and a lonely owl
flying through cloudy skies
manages to swoop
on a low height street lamp
probes dark crevices on walls
lurks
hoots
finds nothing
hoots again
long
waits movement of preys
a curious mortal
watches leads
silences goosebumps
recalls companion nights
wipes lachrymal discharge
sitting under
a noisy wall-mounted fan
running on speed one...

On moving times...

...they never change
even a bit
despite moving times
all year round
flutter
pick
sing
fly
at dawns and dusks
while
there's a constant change
in their two legged admirers
at all times
calling it evolution...

On unequalled pleasure...

...he found

unequalled pleasure

in

polishing shoes of a child,

than buffing-up

his

pitted

and

buckled ones...

Promised Wings

..hello Sir Crow
what brings you here?

...let me have a look
at your little ones
o little Munia...

...no no
go away
pay a visit seasons later
I have a promise
to lend my wings
for a day or two
to the one
who asked for...

...till then
allow me sing lullabies
for new hungry
Munias...

On cloth lines...

...on those
barely tight cloth lines
there hung
favorites
pegged doubly
few beyond likes
left to fade with wild winds
and
some timeless pieces
tattered though
get
smartly hid behind
newly acquired
monochromes...

Wings wanted...

...lend me
your wings
for a day or two
little Munia

let me too
like you
fly across skies
sit atop
broken roofs
flowering trees
and
whistle away signals of love
echoing empty airs
around

I promise
I shall return 'em
on return
if I ever do...

Munia is a name, usually given to a Mynah.

On roads to heaven...

..pathways to heaven
have remained
broad
beyond times known
it is up to us
narrow minds
not to clog it
with
crooked
riding instincts
of earth...

Of Monsoon Winds...

...from far away
travelling many miles
touching
those alive
living to live
and the dead
through muscles of time
southern winds
spread
fragrance of
wet
pregnant earth
somewhere
far away...

Bloody Blame Game

...they first erode

natural greens

and then

hang

net of

curtains and coir-thread

green

while

there's a bloody

ongoing

going on

blame game

among

all girl schools

and co-eds

on

who's

messing

tender greens

under covers...