Death and Me

Tell me the story, Grandma
and I will record it.
Record it for when,
After you go on the four men.
Do I expect you to depart then?
Actually, everybody knows when.
I think of the world without you
No! I don't want to,
but my eye lashes touch each other
and I see that faint picture.
All know you are on your last
as if waiting for tears to blast.
This is no time to say 'why'
but why to wait for death to cry?
This is a time of family sorrow
but I think more of my reaction tomorrow.
I feel like an alien
to whole this situation.
Grandma, I want to touch you only once.
But is it fine among all those elder ones?
The only idea of losing you
is a dead end for me.
Save you - Do I beat my chest
or pray on my knee?
Hold on Grandma!
Your tea must be on the way.
How can you go to sleep,
when without it you don't start your day?
I could see your eyes closing
and nobody else among the present few.
Feel like the least related to you
as I stand near the door while everybody cries on you.


This poem was written by me sometime in year 1997-98

Lost and Found

I feel you here but see you there.
Fragrance is mine, nectar is thine.
I have you (in my way) but still amidst a sea
and you are there, waving at the coast.
Nothing, nothing for him to blast,
I did it, I was the host.
No! I am not angry, I am not broke,
heart over mind and mind at last,
why then I moan and 'kerchief soak.
Did I win or lose the game?
Win, I did what my nerves thought,
lost yet 'coz wasn't there any fame.

I saw Her white impression
in the water on the floor.
I heard the tingle of the shells
with bells tied on the door.
You smelt as sandal pestled in the morning,
I felt unnerved and fantasies churning.
There you were, and I knew it,
all I carp for is that season of my wit.
Is humanity rewarding? And patience ever pays?
Here, it has shut the farthest of my ways.
I am not indifferent and neither can be,
yesterday I was happy and today you can see.
You can see but still not know,
standing here but not with me
and don't blame me for all I show.

I change the course, I am sane yet,
you will read me and still not get.
The grace worth praise
like a lamp lit in haze.
Your fragile body on the long, slim legs,
as petals flaunting among the green dregs.
The shine of light and purity of rain,
colours of rainbow and a sunny brain,
chase your dream, it is not so far,
the gleam you possess is high above par.
I was a stone in your way to the throne,
bet you get gems many and I still won't groan.


This poem was written by me sometime in year 2002 -03

o kamlaa.. o paroo.. (an ode to a lost lowe)

jab bhi aaye paaro ki yaad
dukhta hai mera daant

dekha jab pehli baar khalsa mein use
laga jaise fizayen mehekne lagi fir se

jab dekhi uski kadakti hui smile
dil ne kaha pyaare yahi hai real style

jab dekhe uske reshmi uljhe hue baal
feeke lagne lage saare makdi ke jaal

pyaar se jab woh gabdu bulaati thi
Axe mein se bhi jaise badbu si aati thi

jab college chood woh kar gayi mujhe paraya
main khoob roya, chillaya aur dukh manaya

fir zindagi ne aisa mod khaaya
uske paas waale gaon mein mujhe pahunchaya

mere dil ne ek baar phir hichkola khaaya
par is baar uske haath mein scaler aur forceps paaya

bangalore ki bhool bhulaiya mein
dil ka mareez bana fir raha tha main
davangere ki galiyon mein
daant ki marammat kar rahi thi woh

ek baar raat ki chaaon mein
mere ghar aayi thi woh
khushi se jaag raha tha main
aur kharaante maar rahi thi woh

uske naam par maine badi si party di
usne zor se beer kholi aur can mere muh par thi

woh ek yaadgaar din tha
jab daant bhi usne toda aur marham bhi uski thi

aaj bhi jab woh sapne mein aati hai
daant ki saari setting hil jaati hai

jab bhi aaye paaro ki yaad
dukhta hai mera daant