Earth is heaven
Every song that the sparrow chirps
Every twig the scampering squirrel cracks
A brown bird’s rhythmic drumming taps
resonates within my porous core
as life’s inimitable soundtracks.
A reminder of life ‘s flamboyant urges
outside sketched boundaries,
when it swung on natural vines,
Coos of comradeship, licks of love
ricochets off my senses
leaving concentric ripples to dance.
Fanned by vespine wings,
amidst summer’s tigrine shadows
scent- bursts of green mangoes
I stand still, my hand clutching
at my fluttering heart
as it threatens to elope
with the feckless wind.
Nymph -like tendrils loop around me
as bold dahlias brazenly sway,
tempting me to taste a dew drop,
or to sip at succulent banana sprays.
Apian shapes follow my jaunt
as I tip toe to fool my echoes
Entire earth hidden within me
lest vagabond bees steal the scents away.
(Hallucinations from the desert heat)
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A pipe burst
A tear drop
A cloud burst
A torch beam
A laser ray
A moon beam
A flash of lightning
A candle flame
A wild bush fire
A furious volcano
A blast furnace inferno
A breathe of life
A blast of cold air
A sea breeze
Soft inflections cause modulations
One earth, one sky, many nuances
Recognize kindred souls
better late than never.
Let Earth burn, explode, become past tense
Tottering under the onslaught of violence
Let soulless bodies gently slide
into the cosmic chasm, deep and wide.
Gun-toting youth, ships fallen to pirates
Rain of death on a wedding stage.
Game of blame, a talk-show, a threat
Yeah, anything to grab a piece of fame.
Writhing lives, infernal mines
Sorry images, sordid love loops.
Milk every tear of an unlucky survivor
yoke the stories, get the big scoop.
Hold fast to power, it’s a tiger’s tail
A tsunami, a Katrina to divert, to regale.
A breaking story, soon a deleted mail
Text, tweet till the battery fails.
Be the leader, be the first
to lose our humanity, to curb our heart.
Illuminate our houses, darken the globe,
they are giving it free, so let’s fight for more.
On and on till we succeed
in mirroring the fate of the dinosaur.
Do we want any more?
Death shrouds bomb blasts, yet we will take the train.
If the roof is blown away, let’s party in the rain .
Mend broken bridges, pull down the barbed fence
Better late than never, to make humble amends.
Nothing to lose, if we can all earn our bread.
And refrain from shedding a fellow being’s blood.
Leave the killing to the beasts of prey
Follow our hearts, let nature lead the way.
Let soulful music gently glide
Across the love’s oceans, deep and wide.
Live life with a pinch of common sense
lest our Earth burn , explode, become past tense.
Published in Indian Ruminations on 4rth June 2011
November 15, 2010
Looking up at a blackish-red morning sky. A sad sight for no bird flies by
A beautiful painting marred by a sky scraper. Airplanes three and a bird nowhere.
Painted lives below. Living against every natural drive.
No tryst with fresh air or a tree. Not yet dead not alive
they do not leave for a more natural world, their country side.
They cite reasons–for the sake of loved ones.Mention the sea food and palms, A coconut falls into the ready mix soup
More traditional their views, than ever before
Rising like yeast till they find the sky on the floor,
Sinking into stink, closing uncomfortable doors.
Outsiders forever, transient their time
The city never sleeps, the hearts always fear
Slick and smart suits over souls bare.
Breathing in money-conditioned air yet no coin to spare.
The monster grants every want but eats all desire
The sun is rising, the day breaks fine
Someday such life rhymes will be deemed divine
Smother oceans with sand, its waves will claim the land
earth tattooed with concrete designs