In Ordinary Circumstances

In ordinary circumstances
magic is hidden in ignored places
a flower never at your window
a hundred suns spread across highrises
and a sky that never falls.

As the day ends
the bulbs begin to glow
the river imagined has no flow
a mango tree from childhood
returns in dreams with
open fields, marigolds
fireflies
and a train smokes and whistles.

Steam engines still run
but have you thought about the mango tree
ever in the market.
It may still exist in same place
and if you ever return
hold in your eyes
a sparkle for surprise
there are fireflies
though hiding from rain.

Frantic and Fragile

She recites poetry to beautiful walls
white framed windows, purple curtains, no decoration
her back to the mirror
hands reflecting calm.

Each word rehearsed
measured hand movements
smile suggesting rushes
around her lines.

With care of her hands
hope in her smile
she hides her world
frantic and fragile.

Meaningful

A mute visitor to his eyes,
in thoughtful glimpses
she says nothing.

A Wish Not Reluctant

It is interesting to note
that the vagaries of heart
are often pleasing at the start
unreasonable choices
most loved voices
a wish not reluctant in any part.

 Logic in sensibilities
are misleading to sight
charms contain what words ignite
foolish desires
a man amongst liars
imaginations of the birds in flight
cannot be the same, right?

Wilds of Heart

Return to me
when the colours disappear,
in the wilds of heart
I have grown a rainbow.

Dreams Inside

The images of childhood
and the life in small hill town,
I do not have a plan
to make them real.

I write without creativity
in plain words
simple sentences
on the things around
a love beside
and the dreams inside.

I do not have a plan
to make them real.

Silence

Lost in the silence
the river runs through me.
I am the mountain
the earth
and sometimes, also the river.
I flow in my silence
within me.

Untitled

she wrote pain with words misused
of careless love, much abused

Rooted

Madness ties her to the tree uprooted
she drags herself for months alike
torn and tired,
what aches in heart she cries to see
for madness rooted in the tree.

Scatter

Long yellow structures
arranged beneath the sunrise
shielding her eyes
from the extremity of a surprise
cautiously she storms away from night
a world beyond matter
to white light
scatter.

तितली

रंग पँखों में भर लाते हैं
चलो, फिर से तितली बन जाते हैं

बदलते आसमाँ के रंग

ख्वाहिशों के बादल आँगन में मंडराते हैं
फ़ूल जैसे तितलियों को पास बुलाते हैं
सहर में बदलते आसमाँ के रंग
ख़ुमार बन तुम्हारी चूड़ियों में खनक जाते हैं..

Wind, Wings, Sky

The wind is dead and wings not dry
at the end of your toes there is a sky
don't kick it just yet, till you can fly..

Stolen Roses

What does she see when the miracles he performs
trapping her inside the small iron cage
enticing her to erupt, cut herself in pieces?
Water in her eyes from being submerged,
she finds suffocated bodies of rabbits
floating outside her cage..
Hysterical crowds and monsters
vulgar to hear her scream and struggle
his magic hat accusing her
she holds in her fists the stolen roses..
She sees a world dead before her eyes
and the roses escape to the skies
she watches violently, his miracles
tearing at the cage, a submissive rage..
for a hope precious like dreams
she closes her eyes, and screams..