HOME COMING

There was a dream
conceived of a longing:
an old portrait on a blue canvas
It was the sea and
the birds that dotted
the distant sky
I stood there on the edges of
the world in there
waves came lashing by
drenched my sand sunk  feet
my cheeks felt dry
the tears had dried
my heart was a rusted piston
my mind the empty air
i was sinking
deep, deep into the heaving blue

DY(E)ING

my vision was blurred, objects lost their shape
somehow they seemed to dissolve,
like colours,into each other
everything turned into a painting:
the earth was a canvas
only the shadows remained
and i was trapped within

WAKING DREAM

Bundle of images flash by

The sea, the cave and the butterfly

Soft warm sand beneath my feet

They sink into them, those crystals

A dry leaf falls at my feet

Let me Sleep

MOULTING

The branches ache

They dry

A trifle wind

Stirs to trace , the life;

It’s taken , it’s  clogged

Before it can grow

It stops , struggles

The tree is stunted

Everyday the kids come to play

They pour water

Pluck the flowers

It can never bear fruits

They hit the tree with sticks at times

They laugh , mocking at me

They are children--- prudent children

I’m a mute object...

MISS SAEKI'S UBIQUITOUSNESS

time halts 
but the boat sails on
drunk yet steady
it is a dream, everyone lives,
but everyone wishes 
to leave...
colours dazzle the eye...
a black and white portrait,
old and sweet,
hangs on our faces
there is life...
it is not a dream..

AUTUMN

Fluttering pages of an open book
lie abandoned on the desk
The setting sun melts in through
The window, ajar
The pages are yellow
and enchanting

THREAD

Little hands held high trying 
to cling
It is drowning deep
and sinking
In the quicksand,
groping and grunting...