Unrecorded

Some infant verses, shut-lid and crying,
Are left un-recorded –

Like Kublai khan’s magic,
At the pinnacle of a dream,
The rhythm shattered by the waking,
And I die.

Phrases framed in the swirling crowds
Of a trashed walkway,
Vanished in the quiet peace of my room,
And I die.

And some in the quiet of setting sun
Carefully fretted and set free
Wantonly, to mingle with the cosmos,
Yet I die.

One such lost song came to me –
We were driving down that sun-lit road,
Slightly caked crisp,
In anticipation of summer…
I lost it in the cackle of day
I lost it in the cackle of day…

Grains of sand – scattered on the beach,
Irretrievable.

Mar 27th, 2010.

Logic

People un-policed,
Like in catastrophes
Are bereft of blame…
So police must be.

People, unafraid,
Like Nazis on killing sprees
Are stripped of shame…
So hell must be.

And if hell must be,
Then heaven must be,
And if afterlife thus,
Has to be…
.
.
.
Then God IS?

Mar 27th, 2010.

Walls

Let us build another wall,
A new wall to validate
The need for that other wall
Around the walled wall.

One hundred and ninety two -
That’s only the official factions
Who fortify and help sustain
The walling of these mended walls.

Jus’ because a woman’s water,
Incidentally broke
On a certain patch of earth –
It must proudly belong to you!
[or you to it?]

You there, off yonder canopy,
Here take, remains of a proud tree,
[I’ve heard them call it money]
And more of that tree, with my biography!

Cultivate a palatable ruse,
To let me in and someone out,
Or vice versa, or not at all,
Let your whim choose.

It is only a small matter,
Of ever progressing time,
Until mother earth crumbles
Weighed under six billion walls.


Mar 18th – 21st, 2010.

Spring is in the Air

For once, not out of weariness,
My mind chooses -
To be silenced, unbartered.

One should sometimes settle,
For less than an answer.

When contemplating compromise,
The sweet fruit of assumption
Is far more palatable…
Knowing, you know,
Comes brewed in hemlock.

Have you noticed,
The peeping of velvety fragrant leaves?
And how,
Habituated by protracted stretches of snow,
I had forgotten how I love colors…
Oh, how I love colors!

This lonely spring,
I shall wander in woodlands,
Drenching in the scent of pine and solitude.

March 9, 2010.