Poem: A Venomous Silkworm

I despise these degrees of freedom
Said the neo Diderot and the archaic David

I envy the liveliness of the termites
Said the neo Valimiki and the primordial Achilles

How could they embrace a poetic saint in trance
Wondered the venomous Rama and the Venerable Lama

Who saw the torrid life a prince and the princess
Wicked was the Neanderthal Freudian and Digital Darwin

Over and above my sheaths
An albatross is savaged and an ancient mariner is saved

These pearls of wisdom and crowded imaginations
They strike digits and cubits of wealth in times of diarrhea

Astral mathematics, astralopithicus, astronomic gaze
They were the gargantuan invaders of the Gregorian calender

Rest is known to us, first word is born as a worm hole
No one need to be a snake charmer or a sand miner to unravel the lantern under the rooftop

There is a King cobra and a funnel full of flesh and blood

They are changing cloths of sheep and wolves in hermits of suffocating odor

Let me coin a mint in their name

And toast a blood bath in their future dreams to come

Poem: Zen's Paradox

A Zen gazed at his mind
That looked at the glaciers
Umpteen levels deep

Zero, Zero by Zero, Zero raised to Zero
Questions surfaced above the volcanic erections

Language of the lost
In the lucky facades and gambling chariots

Neutrino by Neutrino, they neutralized every pinch of salt
Before they were salted and halted in the ionosphere

Curves and cubes, hyper cubes and hyper markets
Zen’s continued to gaze, at the pandemonium of choices
Chance, choice, will, illness, plea, randomness, chaos

You name it and graph it and store it in archives, if not dens
You love bearing fruits of fissures in the veins of my earth

And zen fell asleep wondering the warmth of the worms
In the deepest of the shallow slow time dilation of his heart to eye reveleations

Poem: Fault Lines and Flat Landers

There are fault lines
In this land I love

They are fever cells
In this yield I love

They are fuming wounds
In these serpents I breed

When there are fault lines
I can see them vividly
I can see their venomous permutations
As I see from above

Above the eyelids of all my sons
Above the grey hairs of all my grandsons
Above the black birds of all those forefathers
Zigzag across the fizzog

When they vomit lava and lashes of wisdom
A few survive to meet the destiny

Puzzles are there from primordial winters
Somewhere engraved in caves
Some where etched in stones
Somewhere buried in calenders
Some where weaved in cocoons
Somewhere someone want to plough my fault lines

Do you think I will look at this like a fool in a proverb?
Do you think I will stand still like a ribbon crow?
Do you think they have rights over my fault lines?

I have seen them growing in pain
I have seen them howling in tremors
I had hibernated for years when they were just seeds of destiny
I had seen their ripples across the peaceful valleys

For them it is just a fault line that breeds contempt
Why do fault lines breed contempt?

Anguish exist beyond my farm
Only that I want them to grow like the flat landers* of the prime

These flat landers have flattened sols

These flat landers have flattened foreheads

These flat landers have flattened lungs

These flat landers are flattered by all

I love and hate their flattened existence

Any ways my fault lines exist today and they were bleeding bad for years
No one dared to seed the flowers of Eden* or Springs of Manasa Sarover*

Now they have formed a design that utters songs
Songs that they need, those who come again and again in vein
Songs that they lick, lust, lash, leap and lampoon on their gardened breasts
I am least bothered as they celebrate the wisdom of the gardenia
I am talking to them, my own fault lines

And they will listen and recite my songs for ever
In the moments of juxtapose, which only I know

We will meet and meet and meet and meet for the miserable times to come!

Poem: Flood of leaves and a lonely lotus flower

Fury of the soils
Fierce burns on the fingers
Fermenting blood in the foils
I fell down sleeping by the farm fields

It was summer and a sinking season
Fissures in the petals, a lotus is awakened
Only to see the plenitude of leaves
And a depth full of beings, veins of my earth

They are the leaves of a lotus
Born in a mud of dirt and wet sands
Floating so dear to the eyes

Beauty of the fathoms was fuming in the surface

Far from the heart of the clay filaments
The lineage of the airy cells

They carried the silence so long
This time the land is so loving

I am so closed and hibernated
When the whole world of leaves are soiled in happiness

The lotus stood closer to the leaves

Waving smiles at their happening lives

Poem: Chipmakers

They are soiled people 

They are oiled souls 

They are boiled shells 

They are coiled coals 

They make living out of soils 

Most of us carry it on head 

Some of us know it is inside and outside 

Few of us agree that we are from soil 

But this group is proud of their foil 

They call it by names 

Silicon, Carbon, Graphene, Lava and so forth 

When we till our earth 

When we tilt our head 

When we mince our mold 

The chip we make steal our earth 

It rains heavy on the soaked blood of many others 

May chip makers know that theirs is soil too

Poem: Torn Papers

Velvet drums 

They were ripped of silence 

Veils of a green turf 

Enchanted eyes 

They were plucked out well 

Cupid lenses 

They wanted more 

Thirsty fists 

They juiced out skulls 

Rigid metaphors 

They cursed my mind 

The pitch blend silks 

They ironed out a weather 

People and their pupil 

It was all soaked in charcoal 

Written in summer solitude 

This song is lost in the middle

Poem: Two lives laughing together

I was in a hurdled state of mind 

As I hurled myself into this passenger bus 

Paused for a while, perplexed for a while 

A little moment of relax and gaze 

When I saw them laughing together 

A little boy and his uncle 

The boy was listening and chirping 

His uncle was bubbling like a child 

They had no life missed in between 

No age difference for sure 

Sitting at the corner seats 

Both of them thin and lean 

Leaning on to one another 

Eyes thrown outward 

Body shrunken by nature 

They could spell a world of laughter 

On all possible topics 

Shouting at the stupid crows 

Speaking about the stupid death 

Speechless about our flashy lifestyles 

Spamming about so much more 

As they vanished shouting aloud 

My thoughtful moments were all but gone 

Though nothing much I could share with'em