Thursday, December 20, 2012

Sailing in the same Boat

Picture Courtesy: Nikhil Bangera


Hello dear grievers,
You problem receivers.
I keep hearing you say
to one another
at odd hours.
'We are sailing in the same boat!'

Maybe that does you good.
Makes the job easy.
But, for one second,
could you just pause
and consider
what all your sailing
has done to me!?

You sail, and you sail through.
But let me just inform you.
I am beginning to sink
in the same sea
With other mercilessly over-burdened
boats like me!


Saturday, December 15, 2012

Moonlight Song.

Picture Courtesy: Nikhil Bangera and Mrigendra Singh

Moonlight 
of the day. 
Show yourself to me. 
I need you now, 
to write my 
road-song. 
I have gone on, 
for a bit 
too long. 
I need you now,
to turn the pages. 
As I move away 
from bread and wages. 

Moonlight of the day, 
For me,
You're the only one. 
As there is too much else 
to be done by the Sun. 

Shine upon me, 
ever fragile. 
Dance me through 
ever mile. 

I stand here. 
I surrender. 
To you, the shadow
of the moon. 
Gliding past the 
clouds of noon. 

Moonlight 
of the day. 
For me, 
you're the one. 
Sun is shining upon the hay. 
Everyone is caught up 
with their bread concern. 
I want to taste the hunger 
and to you I turn. 

Moonlight 
of the day. 
You're the one 
For a fool such as I,
you're the only one. 
The bright shining sun, 
it has to time. 
To pay any heed.
It's so busy shining upon 
physical need. 
No time, 
for my poetry to read.

Moonlight, 
of the day. 
I lay my trust in you. 
For your elusive shadows
to see me through... 



Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Focus

Picture Courtesy: Nikhil Bangera


I always focus 
on the 
shapely petal
on the 
pretty wing 
on the 
reddest red. 

While 
buds bloom 
slowly 
acquiring 
light. 

While
crawlers crawl
slowly 
reaching 
flight. 

While 
brown blends 
slowly 
turning 
  bright.  
 




Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Sea-Salt and Perfume.

Picture Courtesy : Unknown


Did you finally meet her,
over a drink?
Charm her, 
make her smile
with the mischief 
of your wink?

Is she home with you
right now?
Her lashes 
making a pass
at your 
aptly placed brow? 

If she is, 
please do this. 

Please wash your hair
with the salt of the sea. 
For,
It smells of the perfume
that belongs to me. 

And it won't be such a 
delight.
When she gets a whiff of it 
tonight.