I speak no word   Vainly try In sounds of albino hues Chequered cries Green, red and green Black, red and black Blue, red and blue Interspersed with love, hate and farewell thee sighs And pain that lies Within me, you and all Forever   If I do speak It’s in sounds of breaking wings Unable to cope With the perpetual flight In chase Of an amaranthine dope Called hope Which flying beneath the azure fence In guileless pretense Seeks always The past tense As if The owner can see through the opaque wall A silvery rope To climb and

Let me walk in a trance Or come with me to the road’s end For I won’t see the stars When the dusk falls, covering the bluish whole Beyond the embers Burning, swirling Here, And there I see nothing.   Let me drown in the sea Or swim with me to the shore For I won’t climb a boat and lie in the solitude Of the wave’s roar Beyond their feuds Grating on my ear Maddening me I hear nothing.   Let me fall in the abyss Or lead the way to the peak For I won’t rest on the

He traveled distances Between moon and sun Between harlot and nun Between day and night Between darkness and light And called himself a religion   He is still traveling distances Between lungs and heart Between jogging and art Between love and life Between mistress and wife Between breeze and smoke Between milk and coke   But says he is bridging the distances instead And calls himself The stamp of reality Modernity   Who is he?

Vases of rhyme Upturned on wavy hills Of chords and strings By a wily cloud Flying on imaginary wings   The rhymes float down On a silvery rill Of words sublime In the eternal Dell of time Lined on the sides By the variegated ream Of emotions Sewn together In flawless seams Swathing his Unspoken dreams Like summer leaves on an evergreen tree   So it seems To an eye Roving, Desultory   But which can And will When he wills Break free From each other And join the flow Together Or separately Leaving words aglow Like sunbeams meet The

The heart seeks A brief interlude In the flow of Time the molten glass   To see her reflection As if In the pristine waters of innocence Or through ignorance The hueless lens Without flaws Without anguish Without affection Without noise Without cadence   And not when The chiaroscuro Of love and hate Of joy and pain Obtrude Upon the sense Making it blurred Or intermittent Sometimes just A pregnant absence.

The restless doors Close In spring On a budding rose That echoes The cry Of the lonely hunter Passing by   Still the river flows But dark and quiet And not quite As it was In summer A brook Gay and sprite A frothy white And knew not The woes That comes of carrying The thorns of a Rose.

What river is this The waters so dark It narrows itself Before embracing the sea What sea is this With a hue that blinds With waves that bind In chains of duality What nectar is this That sucks the bee And snuffs petal by petal The garden’s beauty

The wind that silently watches you over every night Is but an ember to kindle within you a dream It floats you over a hundred seas; Lazuline as they glow In golden rain; and twirls you over mountains slow Covered in a silken sheet of silvery snow Yes, the wind has life And though for now it may seem That with it all that flows Are pieces of a depressing tapestry Tis but a passing time, an evanescent misery For within these city walls You have forgotten how to dream; tear through the sky How to burn, how to fly

Vrishti hai un geeton ki Srot na jinka megh hai Yeh bas man ka udweg hai Jo swar ke kundan feeton se Shrishti karti hai wah dhara Apratim jiska weg hai Tvarit kanth ki vani se Sneh ke nirmal pani se Yeh harti hai har hriday kalush Phir bharke usme sangeet pratyush Ud jati hai wihgon ke sang Nabh ki anth-heen dishaon mein Phailake harson indradhanushi rang Tab sun kar suron ka ye sangam Ho uthta hai pulkit ang ang

Seek, When you have time A beauty that is perfect But for once Not in reflections Of past, present or morrow Not in feelings Of intense joy Or deep sorrow That has been and will be again In countless things Seen and unseen Or in nature That ephemeral element The azure expanse The emerald spread The figures erect They came and went Just spread your wings within yourself And journey beyond Those realms of faith, reality or truth To that place Unbound Dark and dense Where one can At will Tie knots Or lay carpets Sylvan On the ground or