Metaphysics Of Shrine

It was heart-wrenching
when you wanted to leave this earth,
by royal grave or by burning ghat.

Did you ever come
out from yourself, to find the
meaning of life versus death?

Mathematics of love
was a dark matter. The loneliness of
success had made you a purdue.

Too Prudent

Wisdom reinvents.
You were burning yourself.
Just my way don't go.

It is the power game
you never played. You may
be sold out in fish market.

Life demands a pound
of flesh. You walk on cinders
to reach the desert to find gold.

Collective Loss

In grey zone of life
I find you under bodhi tree
searching footprints of Buddha.

In war we take off
our shirts chasing the pain of
poverty. Do you doubt yourself?

In grief I was learning
from you. How to paralyze yourself
in voices of fake slogans.

In Your Own Temple

Between direct and
indirect lies futurism. How
to take on the inevitable?

Will you leave my
hand? I asked the scented wind.
In sanctuary god takes turn.

You speak via eyes,
how to live in sanctum sanctorum
without dying?

I Don't Know

It was most beautiful
your broken heart
in the grip of twilight.

Who speaks the truth
after gaining the heaven a
double edged sword cracks.

I cannot decide
who wins and who lost
in the war of words.

In My Painting

You pry out my eyes,
when I look at your hands,
which were rough and cracked.

Were you digging
your future? Pomegranates
always left red scars.

Don't ask the god
who was helpless, sitting
on sun to cool you.

To End The Poem

When you walk
on moon in February, I take-down
the clouds to become wet.

Your memory lingers.
I gather the monarchs to
play with my past.

I am not sure, when
the dark moves on to give space
to imprisoned pain.

Never Found You

I do not know
when to stop my steep ascent
after a random fall.

My dreams prick
me. Time to hang my boots.
Enough was enough.

But the tears won't
dry on the cheeks of love.
I start my last journey.

Defaulter

After the long wait
I forgot how to kiss the flames.
All the moons failed.

The world would
freeze, when I burned and
the phoenix did not dive.

Listen, I love you
within me. O god to feel your pulse
when I decided to kill me.

Virginity

In half-moon
you have been crying inside,
where the light has gone?

I learn from you
small things like kissing
the blood of the thumb―

When the arrow was
shot towards the tiny eye
of a dead snake.

Freedom From Pain

Again my heart
breaks. The light has dimmed
in moon. There was no mandate.

A knock at death's
door. I had slept in your arms.
Slept in your songs.

Don't remain mum.
It hurts the ethos. Mortal
injury comes to poetics.