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The Madman, "Yes, three days, three centuries, three aeons. Strange they would always weigh and measure. It is always a sundial and a pair of scales."

Monday, June 23, 2014


Grim greenness grows
Like poisonous algae,
Wet slippery guilt
Grips and holds on,
Fear of letting go
Surrounds and drowns,
Sincerity rocks music
Into stillness,
Spiked heads of doubt
Lift up and stare
Blank like the absolute,
Vacuum rushes in
Every time wings spread.
Unwavering consistency
Is malicious like Fate,
Fight it to the finish
Give up.


Birds have flown
They spread their wings
Worked their muscles
And flew away.
Now their flight lies here
As if in a coma
Staring at me.

Thursday, June 12, 2014


The night is still
Ever bustling wind stands about with a worried gaze
For the Moon is in a sour mood,
She’s trying with all her might to burn the Earth with her chilled stare
Caring clouds crowd around her in soothing embrace
But she blows them away.
Her anger is seething, the Earth isn’t.
Without even caring to look up at the wild Moon
He shines his pearly cool blue indifferently like pride
Under the very light that the Moon gifts him.
To acknowledge her boundless love is too much to ask of him
He knows, no matter how scoffed, how rejected, how angry,
She won’t stop shining her light on him
Her primeval love is forever his without giving back.

Thursday, June 5, 2014

रात रखी है सीने पे

रात रखी है सीने पे
रिस रहा है अंधेरा आँखों में
महक रहा है मौसम, जैसे आवाज़ लगा रहा हो ख़्वाबों को
आख़री बार निकला है दिल ढूँढने तुझे, कल की तरह
टहलते-टहलते ठहर गया है बादलों की दलीज़ पे पहुँच के
छुप के झाँकते चाँद की सौंधी रौशनी को देखा
तू नज़र आ गया
धीरे से टपका जो एक सुनहरा आँसू दामन फैलाये पसरी नदी मे
एक तैरता बिखरता अक्स बना, जैसे धड़कन हो
देख के उसे चाँद हँसा तेरी हँसी
दिल की तलाश पूरी हो गयी
सुबह हो गयी