So I think

I can't get enough of you!
You can't give much to me
Should make do with what I get
You will do what you will do
What is it inside me pushing me to get little more - crumb by crumb
What is it inside you pushing me away only nudge by nudge
Can devil be cloyed my dear?
Can angel be annoyed my dear?
Devil me is a stay put prick
Angel you is a forever moonlight
Can moonlight soften the prick?
Prick has it to hurt moonlight?
Prick is thirsty in its gory
Moonlight holy in its glory
What is a wound without balm?
What is balm without the wound?
There is joy in wound getting healed
There is a design in balm kissing wound
You see my dear - in the grand scheme of things
I should stay devil and you should stay angel
Deadly wound I shall be
Heavenly balm you shall be
Then, should I not seek more?
Then, should you not give more?
That's the resolve of the lord
And the comment of the prophet

Night View

the night walks through the stray shack
into the night, the night walks
onto the shore the night swims
then sails through the stranded ships
searching the missing day, lost sunshine

the night flies through the clouds
colours the sky in the colours of night
leaps to the stars and gazes at the moon
squeezes the hills in its embrace
searching the missing day, lost sunshine

the night sings to the silence of sleep
dances to the twinkles of the stars
rests on desert sands baked by the sun
kisses the jungles, tickles the grasses
searching the missing day, lost sunshine

the night is restless looking for the day
that dwells on the other side of the Earth
night has the moon, aping sunshine
Is moon the message for the night
searching the missing day, lost sunshine

night can never have the day
yet the sparks fly high when night sees the day
the dawn, the dusk and the eclipse
the night has to die for the day to arrive
searching the missing day, lost sunshine

delayed

There are things I should have said but did not say
unsaid and unheard they dwell in me as if jailed

There are sights you should have seen but did not see
unseen and unwelcome they dwell around you as if a shadow

There are moments we should have shared but did not share
unshared and discarded they are lost in such a way as if found

There are mountains I should have scaled but did not attempt
unscaled and untouched they stare at me as if aloof

There are depths you should have dragged me but did not
unfelt and untouched they pull you down as if quicksand

There are roads we should have taken but did not
untraveled and pending they invite us as if made for us

Yet, there are things I did say and you did hear
Yet, there are sights you have seen and I did point
Yet, there are moments we did share and we did enjoy

Yes, there are mountains unscaled. can't I attempt now? mountains still exist
Yes, there are depths untouched, can't you take me down? the depths unexplored
Yes, there are roads untraveled, can't we begin the journey now? roads still fresh

Day - Night

A day, a sunshine day whispered to the night, the silent night
That a day will come when you will feel the sun
And walked away wishing good bye

Night would say sleepily, hoveringly to the day, the vibrant day
That the Sun will go when you slide into the skyline
And gazed the departing rays, good bye

The day has company. Chirping birds and virile stags on prowl
The night glitters in the twinkle of stars and the song of cicadae

Only the dawn and only the dusk where day meets night

The day longs for night after a fatiguing tinselled show
The night looks to day when its secrets overflow
Its neither the day nor the night when their worlds meet

There lies the hope heralded by the rotund day
There go the whispers that spoke of regards
There stays the night. There stays the day

Sounds of the Sea

The sea sings chorus to the song of the shore
Breeze of the shore, maestro on the podium
The note of music balming all the wrinkles
That charming note is me, my breath of joy
In the kisses from the sea and the passion from the breeze
The breath is mine yet the note transcends me

again again

To turn a new page of a book well-known
To read a new line of a stanza much recited
To write a new word of a sentence by hearted
To utter a new sound of a phrase oft repeated
It's all too expected. Yet, it is told and yet it is done

To witness a new dawn of a shore so familiar
To scale a new peak of a mountain so intimate
To sail a new boat on a sea very close
To take a new step on a road so beaten
It's all too expected. Yet, it is told and yet it is done

For there is a joy that doesn't keep count
And there is a time which is new every time
For there is a view , deeper every sight
And there is a me, different every day
It's all not expected. It's not all expected

puppy love?

This the common slumber doesn't clinch me. I don't let it
Lest I may miss the chance of your banter

This the reasonable blink, my eyes can't have. I hold them
Lest these eyes may lose your wink just in case

These the news of the world don't reach me. I lock them out
Lest they dilute your thoughts that dwell inside

These the friendly talks of my pals. My ears are deprived. I restrain their power
Lest they fail to savour your giggles when they rain 

This air under my wings can never fly me. I suck it out
Lest I land on a branch away from you

This night approaching fast can't hide me. I create lightenings
Lest you may wish to stare at me just in case

These things that I do. I don't ever express. I shut my mouth
Lest you may not reciprocate and hold yourself back

Silence

My silence is my own.
To tell you things I don't speak
For, the speech may not reach you in a gift wrap

There is people staring at these my vocals
The sounds so touch-me-notesque may lose their wit while in transit

Silence is my means to convey sacred glory gems
Isn't it a sin to sing and sully thoughtful lyrics

What I say, secret it is not. Not a gossip fodder also
Such is my silence. Reaching you pure; Untouched pristine holy

This is for you. Only you can hear or let's say feel
This silence is not alone. It has my eyes, your eyes
Nor is it shallow to be overcome by any stray wave.
The depth of cosmos, the breath of time. All held in its grip

This is not a coward fearing every spoken word
Words don't last. The courage of silence does
Shall we think eternity or the momentary kick

Do you want to receive me sans a gift pack
And invite friends to partake in the voice shrill shy
I should keep quiet or you will hear things never meant for you.
My silence is my own. Your own

Court

I sit waiting for my turn to beg.
Yes, there is a queue. A process and and a way
The queue is long, the neighbors are restless
The process is arduous, the decor is all of pomp
The way is sloppy deadly and dark
As you pick my brain through this waiting
I give up on my wish to beg. Let me go, so time can heal
Give it to me, snatch it whatever I have
What else, do what you want to do
Is my mind tender enough for you to pick ?
No, almost dying for want of succour
Yet you will ask. You will poke. You will hold me in limbo.
So yes I admit. can't give up on my wish to beg.
Beggar I am. Beg you to put an end to this

Put pen to paper

To put pen to paper when mind not attentive
Is an art surreal when boredom babbles
As the sounds of speech loiter around
The far away thoughts arrive as guests

The long lost rest knocks at the eyes
Warm assuring breeze caresses the hands
And I take a ride through the cozy unknowns
Present in this absence and absent from the present

Your attention

So, what all to catch your attention
To catch your attention in such a way
That you respond with a smile
Or you react with a question
May be at least a receipt of "noted"

To what end is your attention
To seize your attention is such a thing
Smile is a joy healing my soul
Question is a massage healing my psyche
Notice is a hope endorsing my life

But what magic is your attention
Unknown to your senses, I still exist
In the drought of those smiles, soul still survives
In absence of your queries, mind still mends
But it is the loss of hope that bleeds the heart

As it turns out, it's my attention that's caught
Caught by you and yours that is free
So, is it an attempt - at - revenge to grab your care
Or a show of spirit to salvage a win
Rocks that refuse to flow. Sea that refuses to hold

Take my pen away

Take my pen away

I long to write what I feel about you

I may also write what I assume myself

And you may like what I write

Yet, you should not know it in ink on paper

I should not use paper to vent

Take my pen away

I have inhibitions. I don’t need to preserve

What about shyness that you flaunt on my paper

And you may like what I write

Yet, you should know it only in abstract

I should hold things close to my chest

Take my pen away

For I have reflections begging to leave my body

You hold mirror catching every ray

And you may like what I write

Yet, you should not see my heart naked

I should guard our shared castle

Take my pen away

I fancy the sea to dance in my waves

While the veil of clouds adorns your moon

And you may like what I write

Yet, you should let the night hold sway

I should have my sea respect the beach

Daily

Murder of crows, four in number dark stout and content
Perch patiently on the roof of an abandoned car
By the side of a busy road on the edge of a lane
Staring at slow moving traffic with glee
Tasting the salt of the sea in the air
Taunting the hurrying crowd with restful beaks

Pack of smoking cars  innumerable nudging and coughing
Slow,  moving halting on dry pimpled road
Passing the tall weary concrete brothers
Eyeing the crows,  the abandoned joys
Poking the fellow travelers with charge of haste
Teasing the leisure with revving engines

These moments

What do you seek from these moments
Which talk not about you but hold you in their bosom
What do you make of these moments
That keep you busy to show the hollow things around
How do you spend these moments
That cloy you in peace to slip away in battles
How do you entertain these moments
That draw you into the play but mark you audience 

How do you Reflect

How do you reflect is the thing
Do you scatter from a playful pond
Or shoot from a granite shiny
Flow along an evening breeze
And kiss a pack of fluttering leaves
Feel the cheek of a rosy face
Warm the palm of a shivering hand
Tease the night of its singing darkness
How do you reflect is the thing

Sea View

Does the Sea sleep?
Does Sea cuddle mangroves?
What about the rains?  Does Sea hug rains?
The hillocks standing sentinel.  Does Sea love them?
And the sands on the shores.  Does Sea kiss the sands
The skyscrapers rising above.  Does Sea envy them?
My eyes watching in wonder.  Does Sea respond?
How are these stalking clouds?  Does the Sea care?

Yes,  she does. How else does my heart beat and pulse throb

It has set in..

The leisure of an Indian summer belongs to me
On the warm humid coast
Amidst solitary Sun and vacant spaces
The cells in my body are on a look out
The life outside my body is willing to embrace
Not a hurry inside me or outside me
Just the comfort and the time and the moment
In this tick lies the world – relaxed and alive
Time to do a lot of things, will to do most of them
Have enough to do nothing, joy to stay standstill
The leisure of an Indian summer has set in

Where else do i go?

I came back to you! Where else do I go?

But to the lamp that you light with such care

To the grace that you bring to welcome the darkness

To the charm that you spread to enjoy the stillness

And the eyes bowing down - revering the flame

Draped in elegance, teaching what is poise

That you exist quiet on my wall in these magic colours

I can look at you for ever and lose in your Muse

I come back to you! Where else do I go?

To SL Haldankar - the artist

Attachments 

Mark!

This is my mark; I am planting it here

The itch to leave a mark on this canvas ready to feel me

The joy to see my mark resting as ink dried and clear on you

Knowledge that once it is read back will enliven the time that's passing as I write

Although my handiwork - its not entirely mine. Its as much yours when you read it

You own it when you read - but you will feel me, embrace my thoughts as you own it

While most mark their territory in space by placing their marks

I am marking a territory - or what is it be called - by passing this on to your minds and hearts - these my marks

Thereafter - its not just my territory, its all of us. our space

That's the joy, the itch - creating virtual geography and yet real, very real that can evolve or dissolve. Live and die like us - you, me, us

Where is the difference?

From sea shore to the shores of the sky
From sandy balmy breeze to misty chilly heights
From feeling the drizzle to raining over clouds
From being the crowd to being on top of world
It’s the same breath and the same smile
The skin no different, the belief old heady

Then why does it feel so new? So fresh?
Is it my eyes or yours? My song or your voice?

Where is the difference?

Shall I hold sway?

This magic is trivial. Let there be more
Water that flies, lands on my face
These hills that stand still for ever
And then both meet up as if any plan

Juices of the sky out of holy churn
Flavours of the airs right on my palm
And then the oneness of these senses
This magic is trivial. Let there be more

Shall I hold sway? Magic I shall add
These 24 hrs, whats so static about it
Take my cue, when I squeeze it or twist it
The days last you, not the other way round

Shall I add my thing, old will never happen
Either new or now. Old neither born nor dead
New everything. The sight or the plight
Sky not the limit, earth not the depth

This magic is trivial. Shall I hold sway?

All the same

Story in your eyes dear stranger is also in my eyes
Can you see what I see under our own sky
Air ours, yours and mine. The sense ours as well
How can the tale be unlike and the shared be vacant

Foothills

My feet at the foothills and eyes on hilltop
Arms wide, broad for a hug to embrace the elation
Breath deep to refresh soul and eyes new to witness heaven
Thoughts gone, worries away. Only you and me, my hill

Messages from heaven are songs from your birds
Passage to salvation those trekking routes
Grace in your strength gives spring in my walk
Calm in your gaze assures my place in present

Stream down the hill

Is it a roll or a dance
Song or a calling
Nectar from heavens
Spirit of my body

Sings when I close eyes
Dances in my gaze
Lifts my thoughts to skies
Drenches my joys in even more joy

Unwinds my busy day
Pulls me into a world of angels
Enlivens tiring moments
Delight my existence

Marine drive

Such love swells inside

The Sea so calm amidst crazy crowds. How do I hug you
The Sun going to sleep, pulling the dark blanket over. How do I kiss you
The leaves dried, fallen near my feet. How do I protect you

Such love swells inside

The clouds fluffy, making faces at me. How do I immerse in you
People bright, all gleefully busy. How do I find leisure with you
Breeze - cool, rumpling my hair. How do I breathe you full

Such love swells inside

Resolve

What have I done?

Committing my time to do things that I would not want to do
Parking my body in places that I would not want to visit
Stretching my lips to manufacture a smile that I would not otherwise
Consenting to be a screw but have no threads to be driven

I resolve to continue

Stalk the stars and trail the trivial
Nose the nothings and ignore the somethings
Warm the garden-bench, eye the morning ticks
See off the Sun to embrace the dark

Darjeeling train station

Leisure everywhere - yet the buzz to ripple my thoughts
Glimpse of this station is an a afternoon tea
Waiting here is visiting old fond secrets
People, crowd-less noise and hilly chimes holding things still
The track tunes is mild sun in breezy shade
To pass by this place - naked feet on dewy grass
The steam, the grease - the wheels. Beautiful bad in perfect hills

Can Concrete?

Can concrete comfort the abstract unsure
Building bridges over the certain pains
Poking towers strong into sky

Can concrete conquer the devils in mind 
Laying roads to the world of angels
Supporting ladder that lands on moon

Can concrete grow the new every-time 
Flowering the joys of existing
Adding life to air when its taken in

Can concrete sing when it rains
Aping the sparrow that chirps in memories
Falling like rain drops forming the puddles

Can concrete hold to its bosom
Listening to the secrets told to myself
Echoing the cries that I shout all alone

Can concrete sweat like my people
Challenging the heat and dark clouds
Forming a crowd to find own way

Talking back

Dust from that city, now in my home

Memory from that time envelops these times

Laughs from that context brings smiles to this moment

Songs from that event is a dance in today's heart

Sealed thought of that factory to open up present actions

Messages of that era solves current dilemmas

Question that puzzled then, finds its mate here

Conversations that demanded time. Now, time demands them

Time warp or things talking back

Come back

Can you please come back!
I can then react better to this banter
Now, indifference my name

Please come back
I can then smile at things
Now, I only stare just stare

Come back!
I can then feel my blood, breath, sweat
Now, I am a vegetable merely

Come back the times
I can then be fit to be here
Now, I just exist

Please take me with you
I can then see where good things go
Now, I am stuck in limbo

Madland

Land of surplus, I land my flight here
To add another drop to overflowing brew

Room of unknown, I find my place here
To facelift my pride to faceless freedom

Traffic turf, I bring my activity
To merge myself in unending commutes

Circus of prospects, I carry my hope
To heap my stone on towering domes

Chamber of insomnia, look to rest with you
To shut the slack and the junk

Park of high-rises, checking my depth
To leap from the skies

Kingdom of missing, here are my directions
To power my sense to miss the pointless

Strange - this place, I convey my freaks
To spy my bounds in boundless game

On my own. Yet...

Bring my own shade where I go and yet feel your shade

Rains, I own but it is yours that fertilize my thoughts

In my self-company I move but your company moves me

Seek my own help and now I go wrong so you can help

I got the dark to hide my quirks yet need you to cover my dark

The star that guides, shines For me. Your spark outshines it

Full of self

A song that sings herself
and a notice that announces itself
Joy that enjoys herself
and a muse that amuses itself
Time that spends on its own
and a journey that self-travels
A cloud that clouds herself
and an art that imagines itself
It's nothing. But nothing else
and Something and that's everything

My waves

I stand still like I am born to freeze
In every breath, my every pulse
Motionless me, yet restless me
You come to kiss every time
And vanish just in a blink

That you come every time, cant lose hope
And go every time, can't keep hope
You reply with a question, can't stay quiet
And question with an answer, forced to mute

Rooted to ground in your residue
Losing the anchor to your troughs
Yet standing firm in uncertain default

What's left of me is this show
Greetings ephemeral, farewells transient

You drift near my lifeline, born to Rove

Multitude

Make my way through tea acres, do I become tea
The road brews me, do I become liquor
Slide down the mountains, am I a river now
Scale the hills. kite, am I
Rub through the woods. wood, do I turn into
Freeze into elements, snow my ego?
Lose sense of time, timeless rock am I?
Strangers accept me, strange am I?
Float on the river, grass straw I look like?
Kiss the sea on the beach. coast, I should be
Meet the deity at his home, spiritual spirit mine?
Suspend in air as clouds, massless my pride
Wait for the Sun to shine that peak, hopeful me
A day before, I was just one
Today, I am all this and more

Sikkimsome

Sikkim surface, I come to feel 
As sky and earth meet on my skin
Stars below me, above me, all around
Powered by water pouring from heaven
Star myself in this prized company

A bit of cloud in my palm, as I grasp
And a pinch of snow as I kiss
Iciness sucks out my sense
Yet feel the expanse, unending
In my breath, in my consciousness

You mounty - tall, vast, endearing
We climb like creepers encircling
Feet by feet, step by step, roll by roll
And a new regard, every moment
To leap into the clouds from the clouds

Lord

With curiosity, I come to see you
And a prayer just in case
With some information to fall back
And a theory to confirm.
With fondness for your lore
And a duty passed on to me
Hiding my respect
And contempt for Lord of life
I seek you to vivify my themes


I go back knowing the drama
Your lordship and your friends
My prayer uttered, but can't be heard
Theory affirmed, questions orphaned
I see your issues and our issues
In colours my own, on your canvas
I feel for you my lord, as I return
Promise mine, we will together find
That joy to be free, to be away

Varanasi

A shore for myself to commit my sins
And a pail of river that covers them white
A moving crowd to poke my conscience
And a priestly figure who patches those pricks

A floating piece to survey the treatments
And a rising Sun that cures my darkness
A singing man soothing my knowledge
And a working cow that lingers my moves

A reining diety to share my wishes
And a queue of people telling their stories
Strength in my veins and wisdom in my sight
In one short visit, tryst with my river

Mandatory break

Making a move. Nay, made to move
There is a moment waiting in the way
To test my silence and tease my presence
To tell me it's the end and pushing me again

Breaking a routine. Nay, made to break
There is a glue waiting to let loose
To fasten it all and hold my comfort
To tell me it's still the same and avoiding again

Building a momentum. Nay, poking inertia
There is a mass running with me
To rest the movement and please passivity
To tell me the fun of giving it up and gaining again

Spending the time. Nay, made to spend
There is a clock waiting to halt
To measure the value before it's lost
To tell me things held in time and held in mind

Counting the days

I happen to count, not the numbers
Not the stars, not the blinks
But the days that die begetting nothing
And those that go pushing the pain
Few which pull back but go for sure
Days that pass away as their elder siblings
And some grow unique but break down usual

Why do I count? The birth, the death
And play the waves of wealth and loss
Since I can count, I should
On each of the counted days is my mark
And those not counted, exit unknown
Scarring a day makes it fruitful
Makes a memory, lesson for another day

And a day that succumbs uncounted
Also is my day where I did not live
My lifeless ticks turn it barren
But makes a way anyhow
Piles, void-rocks into nothing hill
The peaks of this rise mock. but hold
The dark ink that makes my mark

Careworn

Weighed down by care

Subdued by sky

Floating in the zero

Trapped on a sphere

Flame not flickering

Self still intact

Moves high deliberate

Questions savvy fresh

Thrills without zing

Pains, no sting

Smiles surprise-less

Shocks none at all

Inertia keeps it going

Your regards hold me here

Memories fetch the joy

That joy imparts life 

Let's not talk

Let's stop it, I may propose
Nothing comes of it, you may know
Time will do its thing, shall we hope
It may die it's death, its own way

No honesty in what I say
Conviction none in what you know
Times fly but this may settle here
Death is truth but end of way

Yet let's not talk, it consumes so much
You may agree but can u resist
Time would be spent any which way. Talk or not
What about this bond we earn as we talk

Let's weaken this bond, I suggest
Nothing comes out of this bind, you know
Bondage only of this time, not forever
Lets not talk, expand the space not thralldom

As we talk

I and my yesterday talk to you and your present

You don’t know those gone by times

I don’t see everything of your now

I offer a peep into the things that happened

You show me stuff occurring as I write

I and my present sing to you and your past

You know what moments I live

I guess what would have happened with you

I bare open my gift that is now

You let me know the charm that was there

I and my tomorrow, you and your future bound now

You wish for things to work in a way

I pray for things to move at no pace

I wait for all this to freeze right now

You somehow want it to end very soon

It’s all the same as you would say

Same Sun, the Moon, and Earth rotation

You impress upon me, I make my point

I tend to agree, it’s all the same

This moment lasts forever or as a memory

My Star

Alone as you shine in the dark expanse
Alone as I stare at the bright chance
Time stands still, joy comes alive
Breath deep fresh, worry lost gone
Lost and found - that moment yours, mine
Found and lost - lonely time in this tick
As I talk with my stares
As you smile in your glows
The world holds its stride, life takes a break
Weightless I wait, can it last little long
Lost and found - the secret yours, mine
Found and lost - this picture, this pose

Song

The stars, the night sky and quiet leaves
Cicadas buzzing behind dark nothings
Song, I hear. Silence can't stop its sway
My greetings to singer, none in return

Whose place this, I hear and not heard
Real my sense or mind making merry
Hushed and tranquil. Me and my thoughts
Whose song is this that silence sings

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

Muse?

Today, as I mull over my muses

Think about what to do

The things I want to do and things I don’t want to do

The difference between them is on the shrink

The burden of things that I have to do

The easiness of things that I can ignore

The loiter in the memory lane, also a bore

None of these linger in my angle of view