Friday, January 13, 2012

Blind Dreams


Dreams rise up like a ring of ashes
From the burnt up cigarette kept on the ashtray
As if waiting for someone for a last drag
Like the flame of the candle flickering for the last time
As the last cry of the wolf before the dawn breaks in

As I slowly tread into a sleepy world still covered with
numbness of yesterday’s dreams and the crouching tomorrow .
As the last sigh before the unshed tears sets in the heart forever.

My face still dry with unshed tears,
it’s getting wet with drops of moistness of dreams
in a state of melting 
as the ice candy on the tongue

As the ice-candy melts on my tongue ,
fresh air from the morning touches my tongue.

Yesterday’s stillness sets in,
 giving way to today’s uncertainty

I see masks hanging all around me
Shirts, t-shirts, blazers and what not
All for different occasions

I am confused!!                     
Which one do I choose?

Dreams of tomorrow hidden in yesterday’s sleep
melting away, dreams hanging up
like a dust in the fog..

Yesterday’s misty dreams of love, pain, yonder, bliss
give way to today’s mask of
grinning faces, smirky faces, smiling faces, nodding faces

All the long sweet conversations we had in the dreams
Are transformed into today’s unspoken silence between us.

Absence seems more real than the presence
silence seems more eloquent than the utterance
It is eternal; it is always with me,
it is within me, I could feel it
it moves with me, shows me the path
consoles me .

I open my eyes ,
but only to be blinded by the light,
everything around seems distant
as if mired in a mist of dream,




Letters to her


A collection of poems and dedication to her, the beloved … :
Which lipstick are you going to put on today
Which mask are you going to put on  today ??
I like the chocolate one … The wet strawberry one also tastes good!!
Which role are you going to play today ,
I love all your acts:
The kid
The gypsy girl
The wanderer
The enchanter
The mother
The nurse
I love all your masks
But you change your masks too often
that I fail to keep pace with the act .. as the reality ..
remains as mere the shadows of time ..
The mirror shows a demented image …it goes blank ..
 it plays games with me or maybe
I never realized that it’s you changed into the mirror
or is it you that I see everywhere.
No one speaks the truth these days ..
but you are so true in all  the roles that you play 
I love all the roles that you play ..
Every mask, every act, is so different from each other …
So deceiving, yet so true
So different, yet so same
With every mask that you wear you cry
..tears roll down your cheek
Yet your face is so dry and glowing ..
What colour are you wearing today:
 is it green? Is it blue?  Is it white?  Is it brown?  Is it white?
Everything seems so blurred in a mist of evaporating brine...
What day is it today ? or is it night ?
I don’t remember I see everything as transcendence of your masks
As I unmask your masks, I see a void,
The void engulfs me. I am no more. Only the void remains.
The coiled serpentine stairs go round and round and round
as the endless journey to reach the vortex.
I lose consciousness.
My unconscious body lays bare at the end of the vortex
The earthly shackles of the body break down;
the essence evaporates and flees away like the migratory bird.
The rootless ehipassiko