QUILL QUEST: 2011

Sunday, July 10, 2011

The Weep

Choked...Fought

Came out the drops...

Surrendered to

with humiliation...

As they humbly

find a way

narrowing down to

the lip corners

that once broadened

with dreams cupped.

A tide

as they came

swept away the dreams

left sediments on lips

salty as they

would taste now

dry, cracked, infertile

to again smile.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Without You

My hammer missed the nail
My left thumb was smashed.

I stifled my scream, holding
the dripping finger over my nose tip,
till a drop trickled down,
coursing its way from the nose
through my cleavage to my navel.

Did not it bleed all through?
Or is it the single drop that led to
the core, painted my pain so blue??

In no time my seasoned skin
drank away the aged wine.
I lay numb, was pushed to
the land of unknown alone,
by the lofty waves of memories.

A known hand lifted me.
As rippled past touched senses,
I knew it was He.

I asked him to hold on time;
Now for long till Life
can't further bind. He
smiled and said "I wish I could",
and pressed the left-hand tight.

Ahhh!

I opened my eyes to see,
I lay inside the coffin I built.

I hammered the last nail to the casket,
as I bled tears and closed my eyes.

Friday, April 29, 2011

Cross Your Time Zone

Ten times each hour...
Each call for ten minutes...
You said:
"Where from will I get hundred minutes...
per hour? Your time range is
beyond my cosmic frame;
My network cannot reach your nexus".

Come now, I am waiting for you...
The mehendi in my hands has not faded,
the peacocks on my cheeks still dance,
waiting for the June showers.
My full breasts, which you call
Golden mounds, are lacquered,
like Juno's Swans swimming
in the milky sea of love.
My roseate lips
are of the selfsame sheen.
My Laxmi feet washed clean
with turmeric and honey;
Are decorated with lac-dye
and sliver dust which
this marble floor lusts to clasp.
And, my sun-kisses eyes
in this milky moon night,
are dreamy and somnolent
for your soft murmurs of love.

Come; I have waited for centuries...
Now I am tired of time,
Your minutes and hours
are beginning to choke me.

Do you want DEATH to win over TIME???

Friday, March 18, 2011

S.H.E.

After spending moments...looking to and through the greens...lines I would share:

She was transplanting saplings
Leading a host of agri-workers
Singing, crooning or humming
I could not decipher from my place;
Place! Yes a mound of my own lethargy
From which I watched mankind at work
In the generative earth.

I saw her bent back, golden legs
Half sunk in the fertile slush
Her hands moved like lightning
From side to side, up and down
Promising food for mankind.
Her sweat-soaked saree tied
Securely to her waist
Pressed to her knees, forearms
Tattooed by mud and blades of grass.

I moved out, - it was so easy!
I ran; Yes I ran neither chased nor chasing
I ran in that mud and slush
Avoiding the planted seedlings
Ignoring the hey! Hey! Of the planters.
I stood panting before her
Equidistant from life and death

I said...

“I know who you are now!”

She looked up: Her face spattered
And splashed with patterns of slush!
On her forehead the Great Bear
Her hair winnowed by the sunlit air
Was a waving canopy of a benign sky;

Her cheeks bore the kisses of the earth,
Her nose balancing the twinkling eyes
Was the fulcrum of the dance of life.
She pursed her scarlet lips perhaps to speak
Then closed it with the words, “you know me how?”

Her eyes looked at me questioning -
“After uncountable centuries! After
Million births and billion deaths?”
I looked around to listen
No, not body or eyes or lips spoke
But I heard what I thought she spoke.

“Who am I then? She finally asked.

You are SHE, you are SHE

SHE?

“Source of Human Energy”

She stood up laughing breathlessly.