words - the magic is not mine

There is a glow on my face and it’s not my joy
I radiate these words, there is no sign of night
The trickery, I don’t glitter my words
These are yours. Own them before its late

There is a prick on my skin and it’s not skin-deep
I bleed these words, there is no sign of clotting
The magic; I don’t bleed my words
These are yours. Would you care to collect?

There is a feeling in my heart and it’s not my feeling
I ooze these words, there is no sign of halt
Witchcraft, I don’t ooze my words
These are yours. You will sense someday

There is a wound on my soul and it’s not healing
I breathe these words, there is no sign of death
Sorcery, these are not my words
These are yours. They will reach you anyway

The books are drowned and it’s not my cyclone
I salvage these words, will your storm pass?
The story, I don’t rescue my words
These are yours. You have to house them from rains

There is a spell on my mind and it’s not my doing
I think these words, the thoughts don’t cease
The intellect, I don’t mouth my words
These are yours. They will cast a spell on the world

Unshakable

The cold stone that does not move

The stone that resists Sun, rain and the touch

The one that supports anything that needs

Watches everyone and reactions none

World shakes, shudders in its roll

Calm in worry's gaze and merry dance

Questions on face, solutions in the stance

Notices every tiny bit and responsive not

Fixed to ground or the other way round

Gives up traits for the sculptor's love

Gets a life that the carver gives

Loses the spirit, that timeless being

Random

With or without this name
In this age at this time
Memories of Earth or the sky
Trained to dream or living as is
Experience nothing or fulfilling
Moment of inflection or gradual buildup
Self driven or GPS aided
Road is a road is a road
Fate is a fate is a fate
Failing is a given - Success an accident
If success is default result of a logic
Bots, we shall have - Programmed and bound!

It just moves on

The page be turned or the book
Man be moved or outlook
Smile be given or accepted
Hand be held or fist fixed
It just moves on or so it seems

The Sun that rises and then sets
Sleep that occupies and vanishes
Word that is written and then read
Thought that is born and then dead
It just moves on or so it seems

What is it that moves on or so it seems
This body in the life or the life in cells
Time in this world or world of these times
Feel of this moment or the moment sums
It just moves on or so it seems

Restless

It could happen, I may find
A person uttering words in my mind
Laying the path for all my steps
Setting the stage for all those hecks

It does happen and I always find
Flowers bloom when I need their bind
Time lasts for as long as I want
Things hold back sensing my rant

It should happen and I ought to find
Days that put me in tiresome grind
Easy routine shall know itself
Listless breath - let be restless

FogStone

Fog, that doesn't hide that doesn't show but hints
A hint so charming, and sight so soothing
All on its own - surreal within sky, within earth

You, my unknown sculptor - hints not for you
Stones come alive - kissed by your hands, the delicate chisels
God's work - as old as time and your work freezes time

Sun be a mallet that thumps in those hands
Fog be a stone that awaits your love
Fogstone be chiselled, God takes his time and my eyes not for ever

Glue

Wealth all mine but no hands to hold
Bricks so many, not the sand, not the cement
Leaves tender green and branch nowhere seen
Flowers fragrant blooming, colors all but missing
People lovely stares, company none that cares
Chats - stars in the sky - sky itself away from scene
Pages - inked, dried and none bound into books 
Spirit pure, spotless - no body to carry it on
Glue natural binding, yet lost, sealed in charming pride 

Where is the pause?

Wavering and roving - where is the pause
On the way, in your say or the mind
In your eyes, I may rest - but oft you wink
And tell things pricking my links
Close my eyes, looking out for halts
Only to find those lingering double binds
Crowds lost in their act - there, I may roost
Your clones there, draw me in - pulling my strings
Away, I go on those aimless sorties
But discover all those aims and drives
Did you pause is what you ask waiting for my howls
It's hovering in some corner - where is the pause?

What is it?

What is the meaning of it all?

That I must walk, walk and get back
To rekindle that urge to walk
Get away to escape the warmth
And come back bitten by cold
Avoid the joy of your company
Only to look for you again and again

Like Daylight that's back to see what changed
Or the night returning to collect moments
Where do I belong? Here or there
Complete in myself and yet longing
Get pulled and pushed all at once
Wandering to find the drifts and none found

What is the meaning of it all?

Silly - Know it all - Pushy guy

"I know and you need to know what I know
Be careful - you need the care that I own
It's in my head, the agony of freedom
You are so free in chains, partake in my joy
I take it seriously, even if autopilot my job
My life a throbbing joke - don't laugh, I have issues
I am not sorted - so, I bubble sort you
I did it all and you ought to do it my way - the only way
I have time and yours is also mine"

Pleasing - your sight, moony night

What’s in that sight? World grows pleasing
Eyes expecting never – find new hope
Looks longing lost get solace, love
Stares silent startled absorb all of you
Faces curious cracks observe all your shades

What’s in that sight? World grows pleasing
Workmen tired needy – relax in their pain
Perfects nitpick, mutely – awed by your scars
Claiming you, your tantrums, romantics are held in sway
Lonely, unengaged lives – your company soothing, lulling

What’s in that sight? World grows pleasing
Sick sulking in the dust glow hale and hearty
Rich drunk in rituals come down soon to ground
Souls lost in transit return to high spirits
Men bent on one view accept every idea

What’s in that sight? World grows pleasing
Peace around you or calm inside you
Is it the twinkling smiles around you
Limitless dark. Is it? Behind you, your back?
Your kin waiting, wondering – Please speak, sing!

Old man's smile

A life lived and times spent
Moments borrowed and moments lent
Paths laid and roads ignored
All in the smile hiding those wrinkles

Words uttered and those held back
Views reinforced and ideas discarded
Chills withstood and shocks passed
All in the smile teasing that silence

Values made own and lessons taught
Areas tested and places visited
Knowing it all and leaving it all
All in the smile spreading the joy

Long live - struggle

A demand that does not press is a flower that does not bloom
Free time that is not coveted is a time that is not free
Journey that does not turn is a twist very expected
A man that is not occupied is a life that has no life
A heart that is restful is a throb without music
A stare that is still is a look without a face
Pain that wakes, chain that binds is a breath that gets a life

That Sun rise

Is that you I expect to see
Promising to warm and struggling to arrive
That hearty glow I want to feel
Hiding from me or clouded by my fears
Is that your support I need right now
Scars on the face marking your courage
That winning bout I hope it is
Change in your colour waking my fellows
And now that you are here and I am up to it
It is not you I expect to stay back

This place

How different my world to yours, yet we cross paths
How noisy your talk, yet a silent blip in my ether
Such tinsel around you, yet shaded full my view
We had to meet. So, i know and so you know
Span of our lives is more than one world
Tang in our days, flavors multitude
We had to speak and together its a song. So, everyone knows
The result of our thinking - gift to mankind
Chiselling at the frontiers -new world for all

Backyard - abandoned house

What about it?

So, it was spoken and never heard

But survives as echo soothing my soul

Unknown the meaning of it all - but still felt

So, it is there and no one knows

But it shines in dark, showing the way

Unknown the source of light - but still felt

So, it moves and nothing cares

But it stays near, wrapping allover

Unknown the love of its cuddle - but still felt

Unknown it sleeps and unknown the dreams

Wakes up unknown and newness every breath

The life unknown, unnoticed the pit-a-pat

Sings unheard its own song in the chirps of sparrow

Unkempt and spread, keeping its own way

The life unknown, unlooked-for the sprouts

Lives on its own in its own way

It's the doing, the done and the future

It is what it is, untied the design and the chance

It is

Touched by elements, I am the elements

Sung by the time, I am the song

Glow of the day, I am sunshine

Hidden from dark, I am the night

Without you, I am all this and more

With you- I am you and that is all I am

Question Man

Questions so many and answers none
You owned them and now its common property
Older you are - newer I am - timeless these questions
Hope -you had. Wish -I have. Misfit - this world
OK, you tried. your blood boils- cool down
We will try perhaps to close it all
And make a move, set a sail - until we discover
That air where questions are met with answers

Sir

The glitter in your eyes piercing my queries

Making vanish my concerns of a lifetime

The welcome poise measuring my conduct

Knocking that impatience fluttering on my head

The acceptance in your presence calming my worries

And then teasing me with my past, present and future

The joy on your face sharing all your deeds

Inciting me to make the move, break the routine

Hope?

New day and an old habit
Air sealed, water sealed in me
Sealed I am in the roll of eons
Yet, Unchained by the dawn
Only to be occupied. Again and again

Chill in the air and an old mood
Times bygone, places lost somewhere
Lost I am in the rolled out events
Yet, liberated by the recalls
Only to be occupied. Again and again

Rush on the roads and an old route
Bylanes waking up, smells maturing
Caught I am between past and future
Yet, moved by the breeze
Only to be occupied. Again and again

One

So, what am I if not a riddle?

What of you if not a problem

And all of us, unknown, unsolved drifters

All under the cloud, yet one Sun to pierce it all

What do I seek that you don’t need

What do you solve that is only yours?

All of us, poking the same, sliding the same time

All under the surge, yet one wave to roll us to land

Billions of us, of same make, similar expiry

Alike our Battles and alike, the ink in our diary

Small our span, smaller still our stride

All under the spell, yet one view to fix it all