Eve and Eden.

And there she was ,that lucent fay
in lacquered,gold filigree wrought,
but often when the dream comes true
it is'nt what you always thought.

Thorns have grown around that memory
which once was my sportive meadow,
and where I did lose both my selves
one to shame and one to shadow.

Ye idols ! and all you feet of clay !
askew, a-cleat and unforgiving,
rejoice ,breathe, for now I turn
my ruined soul to the world of living.

Thou mournful land of doleful dirges
thou empty shell of Hadian clangor,
will thou let me hiss and whisper
my last two parting words in anger ?

Tenses..........

Would I herefore live my life
reaping,garnering,ripening days,
brooding ,smiling n' dreaming still
among misty,hazy ,mossy ways ?

 Like the one that once did dawn
dank and dark and dreary grey,
that smirking, crept on rat's belly
and snarling,stole my sun away.

Can it be the one that is,
this dancer on the fires
her footsteps,urgent, hauled-on-coal
heard silent, hushed, in warm desires ?

Or will it be that distant silhouette
deep-etched ,stretched on torture rack ?
`cause that'll surely far outweigh
the one that I would now want back.

The Last Milestone

Was it a new juvenscence
or just an old-age high
methought she paused,,shyly blinked
then...went on with a sigh.

A trusting heart, a double-take!
a flutter ,that climactic cry
so,so much like a waking dream,
did'nt I ,or did I really die ?

Oh! it was you ! yes, you
such aching pleasure nigh
Time it was that then stood still
`n' such-as-I' that passed it by ....

Lacerated.....

Did I think I would,
that I can
or I could
touch that fabric
spartan,
in shreds, un-dyed-in-wool,
and... weave a heart again?
And have I then,
blinkered,raw-fingered,
touched its beat
pulsating,
and then ......bloodied
drawn back,burnt, spattered
and in tears.......?

Was.....Is

Gentlly, gently, rubbing
the sunlight in my eyes,
the twilight in my dreams,
I knew,
the chimera
the dancer
the droller among the shades,
a filtered form, virginal,
a longing, a sigh ,an arm-stretch away.
And I a heart-wrenched wretch,
felt , a moment's stillness
a pulse-throbbed eternity
a string-taut wanting
and then, let it go
a believer in hour-glasses,
the next moonlight
the next dawn way............

And God for Everyone

Who would have thought that he would die.

He, who loved rajmah -chawal,The Robocop, Mr India and ...his dad.
Till he was floored by a fell disease. He went through all inefficient hospitals ,believing the fairness of the divine judiciary.....,and his dad, who said "this too shall pass"
It did'nt .
As he stood before the watchman of heaven ,he smiled.
St. Peter looked at him and said ,"see my lamb, I told you, always trust what papa says"
As the boy walked through the Pearly Gates, he turned and looked back.

St peter was in tears........

खुदा गवाह है :Over and Done With......

Grew older : in years. In soul.
Fell in love:surely it looked that way.
Diiscovered hypothesis :ugliness is never skin deep.
Watched loved ones leave:one by painful one.
Discovered self :woe betide!
Decluttered house , life ,heart.
Felt Need reduced to No Need.
Saw stupidity's resistance to be un-stupid.
Was accused, of skolership (sic )
Watched parents fading away: still watching.
And silent,say:
कई पा चुका हूँ में राहतें
अरमां भी कितने निकल चुके
ला फिर पढूं ज़रा गौर से
मुझ्र हसरतों की किताब दे ....
Ah! for a wish....!!