The eye in the skY

I perched on the sky
saw the world getting by

Many melted into the earth
Many were thrown off the womb

So calm it looked the blue
So serene the clouds that floated, bloated and cried

I saw the birds flapping and the Gorrilas yawning
Orangs swinging and ants working
Humans dressing and snakes undressing
I saw the Polar bears walking and pigs snoring
I saw infinite sights
Unending music of sounds
I heaved a sigh!
Are there not enough reasons to rejoice?

I flapped my mind and descended back on earth.

Grains of Sand

Countless
Passed
All
Faded..

Many
Paused
All
Disappeared

Beneath the ocean
on the top
floating with waves
drowned in it
Present but absent
visibly invisible

Till it came to the shore
I was unaware
of life's duality
With time sails memory
With waves sail sand
this is the end
my beautiful friend
the end ( In Morrison's tune)

Another passed.
Another disappeared

But there curls
another wave

Infinite.

The beginning of the End

As my lament amplifies to a horrific howl, Wordsworth seems too subtle, Edward Munk's painting evokes imageries of placing my hand on my ears and reciting Ginsberg's HOWL, the best minds of my generation thought it was best to be inSane. As I read about 'economising' air we breathe and water we drink and everything else on this blue green planet, I shudder in fear for capitalism now wears the mask of market based instruments and mechanisms- selling carbon like popcorns and trading species under the umbrella of legality, I am glad I am insane for sanity makes no sense to me. Pulls and pushes, north and south, east and west, all created, constructed and construed to perpetuate dependence, polarization of power and income- a slow leech sucking all the blood and when there remains no core nor no periphery, no more dancing in space,all that will remain is the silence of pungent death brought by invisible hands of greed.

I see stars in daylight

I see stars during daylight,
it takes an extra eye to see them,
the eye of the mind.

I see the moon during daylight,
It is round and full always.

I see the sun when it is cloudy,
just behind but there.

I feel the dance of the earth,
the same move everyday,
the sun and moon are testimony.

I see the same face in the mirror everyday,
but the light in my eye changes,
my eye is my mind, my mind is my eye

Mystical mystique universe,
ask and thou shall receive,
listen and thee shall hear,
look and thou shall see.

I see stars during daylight,
do you?

6th Mass Extinction

The ball in space,
had once flaming dragons and veggie dinosaurs,
all left only in memories of fossils now.

The ape that once scratched its head,
walked on dangling limbs,
today wears a black tie and carries a suitcase.

Five times before,
from the Ordovician to the tertiary,
death reeked from all corners,
death but caused by nature,
regenerates

The sixth is underway they say,
the ball will silently float in space,
no human cries, no roaring tigers, no cuddly Pandas,
nature will shrink, does that make you think?

7 Billion heads, 7 billion mouths, 14 billion hands,
grab and waste, kill and taste, throw and go,
cling an animal on your neck, your ears,
all but to please the eye, but what says the bigger eye,
the third eye?

Kalyug

No More

I want to hide my head in the shell of time,
pause it with my tiny paws,
tick tick no more

I want to lick the dripping cream from ice,
my red tongue and delicious white cream,
drip drip no more

I want to lie down and stretch my back,
heave a sigh of relief and let you hold my hand,
appear disappear no more

I want to play with buttercups and tear fine green leaves,
face my chin up and soak the sun-shine,
fade behind the clouds no more

I want to sleep with open eyes
savour every moment of being alive
blink my eyes no more

I want to enjoy the silence
let my mind sleep and tuck my brain
learn to think no more

I want to stop writing unpoetic verses
waste words and digital ink
write poems no more