Nothing is complete without you

Nothing is complete without you

Not the skies.... with their abstract, beautiful clouds

Not the rain.... with the soft essence of the earth

Not the sands.... stretching into infinitude

Not the ocean.... its clear blue depths reflected in your eyes

Not the mountains.... magnificent, noble, proud, yet alone

Nor the wise rivers or the gentle streams

Even the thundering waterfalls seem to ache... calling your name

The green translucent veins of the elegant leaf seem imperfect

The perfect complete full moon seems dull

Aphrodite, Bast, Adonis all are askance

Quiet, guilty, they glance

But I smile, within and without

For the illusion means little to me

You’re here.

Your hand in mine

Your heart... or is it mine?

I no longer know

The colours are there

Dancing, alive, ferociously  vivid

In the raas, the chhaya Malhar

And I know... you and I will never be like this again

You... never so perfect as now

So alive.... so much mine

Smile, and make me alive again.

Infinite ends

Infinite ends, goodbyes, betrayal

Infinite pain, sadness, lonesomeness

I glance back with rosy romantic vision

At the years that passed me by

Beneath the humid Mumbai sky

I know not the source of this rhyme

It’s no song, it’s no mime

It’s a weary, sad glance back at all I didn’t see

Another regret within breaks free

A grim glance at all I have passed through

A sad look at my foolishness all through

And I pass again into the void

Another chaotic robot, droid

Something cuts me apart from its shadow-hands again

It’s my old alter-ego, my silence

My child, inner violence

And I scream into the blank space again

And no one can listen from the emptiness

Maybe if I died, maybe if I cried

It would hurt a little less

I loved a face, I hated disgrace

I hate the bullshit, the fake

I put my sense at stake

And bit into the poisoned cake

Swirling, snivelling, soft-no-longer

The harsh lines etched in dark silence draw into light

She holds my hand again, the lonely god

The game of desires

A burning, gently burning rod.

Like a mountain stream

My love is like a mountain stream

Bubbling, smling down ravines
 

And I’m stuck in the plain
 

Awash with the acid rain

 

Like a mountain stream
 

in green vales of fern and moss
 

Pure and Free
 

She too wanders, lonely

 

Hidden in steep mountain curves
 

Naught knows the sweet waters but me
 

My love’s got a graceful walk
 

And her heart’s here, with me.

The Wind

Shrouded in eternal death

I pass the lonely sea

Crowds pass me by

I again cease to be

Utter silence calls the void

The forests sing no more

My family is suffocated

My eyes seek the shore

Lost again am I

The mystic muse of nature

Silent, dying wind in skies

I long again to behold her

My forest calls, my fields do call

I answer no more

Bound to eternal death

A silence, silent door.

Satpura cries her deep thrumming cry

Narmada weeps evermore

In the silence, in the violence

My body floats ashore

Lights Of Your Eyes

A blue-edged sketch

Shades of light streaming into the canvas

Lilting, distant melodies from afar

Formless elements dancing in the midnight sun

The ancient, wizened Banyan in the distance

Perfectly balanced in ether, the epicentre, the Naabhi

The dew on its blue-veined green and yellow leaves ablaze in lotus flames

Rapid movement of the hands, the eyes

Creating life.

The stars on his body

are alive

And dark patches in the milky sky swim

A downpour of souls and light.

Darkness.

Sheer, utter blind darkness

So dark, it knows not itself

Shadows of the night march

Their dark silhouettes reflected in the waters

Screams and silence.

A solitary ray peeks into the hut

The darkness broken by the clear trill of the Mynah

Awake, my friend, and love.