A Day of Memories

When walking never needed any shoes

Such was the bed of comforting grass

A mystical flower-to bathe the valley blue

And I relied on summer rain to wash away 

Incompleteness, Impurity

When waking up was never a difficulty

Such were the soulful songs of sparrows 

A crescent moon-to tell us a story

And I relied on morning's dew to cast away

Tiredness, Travesty

When there were hardly any hint of insanity

Such were the lucid laughter of families

A fateful day-to leave behind all

And I relied on my next journey to discover 

Yearn, Youth

When what was my heart's only abode

Such a home is now plundered to dust 

A milieu lost- to some faithful undertones

And I relied on concrete's frailty to reflect

Serene, Simplicity

Let me if you may,

Find for it a sublime name

So you if I say,

Can recall it even after a decade

A Day of Memories 

(Painting- Tea Garden in Munnar by Vidyut Singhal)

far, near

There were smiles, there were tears
In all that were, there were also fears
Coupled with few insights that were not clear
Life's misgivings or dichotomy eternal?
For I walked on two roads-one far, one near

Revolving in circles that spawned centuries
Creating time and thoughts with each step
That vanished in thin air with the next
Hunting for soul or searching for pleasure?
For I was there everywhere-sometimes far, sometimes near

A day I happened to stare into Christ's eyes
A century ago had seen those before
Perhaps the eyes of Buddha in shadows of years
Man's affair or cosmic prayer?
For vague are these memories-several far, several near

In all possibilities there were certain dualities
Creating amalgamation of illusion and real
But then there have been prose written and songs made
Pure creation or random evolution?
As if all truths are just trickery- neither far, nor near

(painting-Harlequin's Death by Pablo Picasso)

New Ways to the Same Crossroad

That time when you met and left
Not a footstep, not a thought
Expanding vacuum in the depths of mind
I see from the hollowness of my eyes
A white light floating over in a spiral
Lost it after a flash, as if a peaceful lure of chaos

Like a rolling wheel I have traveled
Always at the same point-between past and future
But an event in this circle didn't repeat
When all my darkness collided with your white light
A second later, an eternity after
I was searching for it in the dark room of my heart's corner

On days it feels I am moving forward
Yet all they are but new ways to the same crossroad
Where you met and where you left, both are the same corner
None of your light now, just shadows replete with your moments
A different one walks by my side everyday
As if you live with me and yet never will I hold you anymore

(Paininting- Shadow of a Man in Paris by Warren Keating)

The woman, the homeless and the grave

A woman I met sitting by the waves
Pale blue eyes, magnetic smile hiding tears
Asked me to write few lines for her
On her unrequited love, unbearable betrayal
And then, I searched endlessly for that thought
One that got lost in the sea of agony

A homeless I met stranded in desert
Fog around his eyes, remains of tears
Asked me to write few lines for him
On his broken legs, unnoticed plea for a dollar
And then, I searched endlessly for that thought
One that got lost in the sands of destiny

A lonesome grave I met in heavy rain
No flowers or name, not a cry for it's pain
Asked me to write few lines for it
On it's singular existence,unknown burial
And then I searched endlessly for that thought
One that got lost in the flood of anonymity

A mirror I met that reflected shadows
The woman, the homeless, the grave and the others
Asked me to write few lines for it
On my several lives, multitudinous faces
And then I searched endlessly for that thought
One that got lost in the paradoxes of infinity

(Painting-Christ of Saint John of Cross by Salvador Dali)

A note to the daytime delusional

Collision, nauseous commotions
A note to the daytime delusional 
Who runs with tangential emotions

Minding the matter
Made you hate Mondays
Ramble, fumble, crumble, grumble
While the day is then just a gamble
Implosive introversions
Prohibitive perversions
How will you be a pretty waste?
If you don't be a little insane
And move round and round in circles
To try and catch hold of your own tail

Collision, nauseous commotions
A note to the daytime delusional 
Who runs with tangential emotions

Cornered by street side bullies
Crushed by suit and tie
Riding to and from work every day
While a boy fired his first in Zimbabwe
Insightful interjections
Political pollutions
How will you be a glorious prey?
If you don't be a total slave
And work hours and hours in continuum
To move the big wheels of a small world

Collision, nauseous commotions
A note to the daytime delusional 
Who runs with tangential emotions

This is the morning sun
Worn by the dust and quite done
Time to tick and let the heart run
Around, a few old voles rush in to dig a dollar
Tenuous ties
Mundane meanderings
How will you be an aiming gun?
If you don't let all just burn
And walk miles and miles in all the hurry
To snatch your family bread in a hungry world

Finding the face of familiarity

This day today

The one that's like yesterday

Reminds me of that little joy

Of watching the endless green fields

From the window of that train

That time of ageless innocence

When puddles in the rain

Was all and enough

For the paper boat to sail

This monument today

The one like the debris of yesterday

Two hidden stories of a century

One not quite told, another incomplete

Nights of rain, days of thunder

And the finest stones, rarest words

Yet they failed to say

The beauty of a hundred years

For the clear sky above gave it away

This woman today

The one like I had met yesterday

Both of the dark, moist eyes

That peeled every warmth of winter

Yet not finding within the joys of summer

Could have drawn you in my paintings

If you had absorbed the white's reflection

And we could have left the grey altogether

Like a lonely thought in the tiresome desert

This poem today

The one that has lines like yours

A bit lost when stumbling on a noisy street

In peace when looking from the room's window

Though I may not find all the verses today

Let me just give you some metaphors

So that when today is a bygone

Will fill the missing lines in the morning

From our dreams

Some from yours and rest from mine

(Painting- Not to be Reproduced by Rene Magritte)

Far and wide, I longed for green

Abyss, cold mountains
Wilderness, scorching deserts
Far and wide, I longed for green
On the way, wrote a poem or two

A boy I met, he smiled often
Another one, he cried the  other's share
Together we played till the breeze lasted
Then came the rain, and the two kites sank

Shook hands with a man named Peace
Laughed with a woman named Happiness
Searched in her persuasive dark eyes
That moment, when evening sun melts in moon

At sea, picked up a solitary white feather
In each other, we found a friend lost
Walked, relived those days we used to fly
Then that wave, and feather said goodbye

Traveling, lot of years went by
Outside my window, found the green under a white sky
Had finally found, could now lie down and spend the rest
Movement had all been the life, thought I
Smiling, I set out again, in search of the magenta sky

(Painting- Impression, Sunrise by Claude Monet in 1872 depicting Le Havre in France)