Sunday, July 29, 2012


image by Zelko Nedic
come, my friend
let us explore the world. 
we can't stay forever
in this dingy place.
can't you see the writing on the wall?

your hood hides your face
I see you swallow a lump
a loved one is no more
gone too soon
we cannot cover that distance

let go of your sorrow
let it be passed on to me
don't stand at that crossroad of living dead

"close your eyes and feel the particles of her presence
they will ensconce you. always"

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

twisted into shape

Figure Eight, 1952, by Franz Kline
a sorry sketch of figure eight
a caricatured horse
twisted into oblivion
who cut into sharp edges
would it not endanger?

"meaningless madness is a hazard
not some misshapen metal
-a treasure for an artist"

Sunday, July 15, 2012

planted ruminations

with all humility
the plant defied gravity
sprouting upside down
from a crack in the roof
when a plant relishes a spray of water
on its leaves
it sheds the dry feeling
it does claim a calmness
a plant can feel chained to ground
standing at one place
for a long long time
death being a trigger for another place
from that upside down position
it swells with pride
no one will grittle it
a fate deserved only for grounded plants

maybe someday,
it might be sooner than later
it will watch action-laden plant flicks
when it might say rain rain go away

between the parallel lines

artwork by Jack Vettriano
the netted curtain veils her
the way she looks at that far away window
nothing is visible
yet she can see in her mind's eye
a room filled with all her longings
a limitless imagination holds her in her time of need
a loyal friend who never lets her down

in the other corner of that room
he sits watching her stillness
his impatience is deeply hidden.
in her silhouette
he finds his solace
a feat almost impossible to achieve

that falling lock of hair
snakes into both.
hits at one-
while the other seems complacent 

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

clouded into obscurity

Chilmark Hay, 1951 by Thomas Hart Benton
that horse wants hay
and that clown pushes him away
in those coloured clouds
raindrops sway
when trees turn to be dragons
can the horse be far behind?
elongating his neck
he refuses to move
the mounds interest him
yet the horse talks to the ground
everybody hurts sometimes
be it man or horse

"you take the circular path
I will trudge the river in a straight line"

Monday, July 02, 2012

yellowed with age

Ophelia by Odilion Redon 
here I listen to the silence
lying on that floor
my eyes are closed
my mind open to your every nuance
you bring me flowers
I hold those to me
I am in no mood to inhale the scent
as I am saturated with you
my soul flew to you
as an un-moored kite
you pushed me hard
I fell in a thud on that stretch of ground
where someone had painted the manhole cover, blue

"I will slip into the underground
deep into soulful sleep
you climb every mountain
as high as my sigh"