Friday, 23 April 2021

He rolled the cart, smiled
Got my signature, refused a drink of water
He was in a hurry
He had to make deliveries
His tag said courier, he was parched though
His day was just beginning
Mid noon to late evening
Followed by nights at the hospital
Bedside by his Maa
She has been his reason to breathe
Now her's was force fed via a ventilator
She had no choice for this plight
The others were just selfish
He has had his third test,
He is clean, his clothes not so much
He has held back an ocean
To break down and cry, but Baba can't see
His sister gets him rotis, half cooked
Her 17 year hands were busy in journals
Journals don't teach life skills
They help you earn
Only to get a degree, to be employed
While ruled and herded by ones that lack
Even basic morality, let alone be an edurite
Come Monday, they will mostly die
Or their voices will
In this absence of humanity.

Thursday, 22 April 2021

पुनर्स्थापित - २

शब्द हे विणून वाणी
शब्द हे विंचू चावी
कुणा कुणा, शब्द नाही
कुणी कुणी शब्दातून पाही
मला शब्द हे कविता झाली
तुला शब्द ते अनोळखी राही
शब्दांसाठी शब्दे
शब्दांच्या शोधात शब्द मिटले
राहिला फ़क्त श्वास
श्वासांच्या ध्वनित शब्द प्रेमाचे मिटले
ध्वनी होते हताश , पण तू मुग्ध होती
अभिमानाच्या शब्दांत
तर शब्द हे कविता झाली
तुला शब्द ते अनोळखी राही
प्रेम शब्दांत न कळे, 
प्रेमाचे धडे शब्दांत नाही खरें
तर, जरी
कुणा कुणा, शब्द नाही
कुणी कुणी शब्दातून पाही
शब्द हे विणून वाणी
शब्द हे विंचू चावी।

longing

I sail into the night
On gentle moonlit storms
Peace is for lesser mortals
Peace is not for me
When you dock your ships
I catch the wind in my sails
Amongst the rising dark swell
I find my mind, at home
As the raging sea roars
Singing to me its morbid tune
Keeping me afloat
Prolonging the inevitable
Until I descent into the depths
To finally find peace 
Sleeping in her bountiful embrace

Somedays I wish to curl up and die
And other days, not wake
Yet meaninglessly, another days dawns
Drafts me into its pointlessness
I have existed, spiralling into madness
Drenching my heart, in the raining venom
Wishing for death, but dragged into living
Battered by all that I hold dear
While the universe laughs
Making me unwillingly breathe
Taunting and tormenting me
Forcing me to be alive.

Tuesday, 20 April 2021

Quantum States

A square drawn
In 3 dimensions
Validates what I see
Yet adding another makes it difficult
As such is the mind's dilemma
If you touch 6 or so on there of
The meaning just seems to fade
Only to overwhelm what I percieve
This is my adjunct to reality
Adding dimensions to my dissociate belief
Blind, as it is
It is but better explained
In numbers, in constants, in variables
Is all that I feel pure mathematics,
Or is it just a flight of fancy?
For this is what I feel of love too
Unexplained, uncharted, and unrelenting
I shall not pursue such limitless, unaccountable thoughts
I rather sit, drink my Chardonnay 
Than fall into these emotional states of disbelief.

So Mr.Fox

Michael captures Peregrine falcons
When he isn't fending and restraining
 Beings in murderous rage and rampancy
Of broken systems and IT's mange
He has often seen
Many a youth onboard and off
They come and go like moths to a flame
Some die in the burning hells of conferences
He stands there, watchful and mild
As he gathers it all, and calms the storm
He may earn his bread there, doing his chore
But his heart is at Llela's
Amongst delicate butterflies
The blooming purple Wisterias
The pond herons.

The folly of the Silver Cow Creamer

Amidst this sweltering summer, one must wish
Like my earnest bestie, hoping rest and reprieve
Of a journey to the moon, a voyage of discovery
At that.
Then again, he at best is sold
To seeking the white light as joy or so
And I of all I should not alter
His misplaced and false mystical thought
But to him, I shall offer
A chance to consider the other view
For; while he considers there are beaches
And decides to bask on white sand dunes
He must know the moon holds nothing
Barren as the lover's soul
Rejected, in the apostasy of love
At best the song one can hear
Is Chopin's Marche Funèbrè
Which speaks of nothing joyous
But the end of arts and souls
The yachts and steamships ferry only in the not
For the moon seeks to glorify its presence
Borrowing and begging for the sun's light
Long have we thought false
Long have we raised and praised the moon
For now, if Feby should realize
It is nothing, has only ill
Living on others' soul, sapping on wanton desires

Sunday, 18 April 2021

Burning the rain

Torrid rain
As she walked onto the terrace
With me following, unknown to her
I was asleep, so she must have thought
As she stood there gazing into her garden
I walked upto her, in the splatter of raindrops
On the tinny roof tops covering the adjacent roof
Stealthily, approached her from behind
Whispered naughty words as my arms swung around
She stood still, as she loves to
For she knows what follows next
For she is party to, my random raunchy retort
I turned her around and kissed her lips
And sipped the rain now in her mouth
She riled up my raging lust
Holding me abreast, she held me tight
And warmed my soul, with her flaming tongue
I stood there, in that kiss and caress
Wishing the rain would never stop.

Friday, 16 April 2021

Turn Signals

The left blinker doesn't work
He said as he let out his hand
Between the middle of nowhere on a dark road
I wondered who would care
I asked him why he chose to indicate
When the roads had only us on its face
And who would know, or remark
Or even penalise, an unlit road
That has seen no law or one to lay it
He smiled through his tobacco stained teeth
As he shifted the gear stick
He spoke of why one must respect 
It is for one's self, not just law of the land
So yes the left blinker was lost
Quite recently as I must declare
But when one's devices fail and fade out
It's one's character that shones aloud

The lone mower

The lone mower has mowed the lawns
Amidst the pandemic, amidst all odds
The lawn mower like him has come forth
In times of adversity , meeting it 
The wage is his strength, his motivation
Whilst the others like us are home
Masked, shuttered, fearing death
His wage is his keeper of life
Should he not turn up one day, 
be replaced, not mourned
Our priest that passed away last week, or two I guess
Such apathy, we forgot his end
And then we call out the others on their humanity
While our own we convinently forget

Thursday, 15 April 2021

Rejected Burial by the Sea

There is rust where there was paint
And the sea shall claim dominance
For the under of the boat still dips
Though one may have tried protect it
with the livers of the whale
The sea takes what belongs to it
Buries it deep, and it is made one
The ages of men, animals, birds
Lie on the sands the water hides
If you shall ever dive, to find them 
Go forth knowing the sea's grimace
It has a distaste for those who weild
What belongs to it, 
to a point of contentiousness
Rightly so, it has pride and might
Unlike men, who ride on line of sight
Crash at its reefs, and wash ashore
Except those, the sea claims
Shall find happiness and belong to its embrace
I have been afloat, never shored 
The sea hates my guts, 
But the land hates me more.

Wednesday, 14 April 2021

Coherent Coversations of pseudo Sapiosexuals

I met someone who felt the need
Of meaningful conversations and unhinged deeds
Stating the mind should not mix and dilute
Should be able to undauntedly speak
Then a day passed in our ramblings
She spoke of wit, puns, and standing our ground
I spoke in tones, met her half way
And then her thought led her astray
It was never demanded we be in love
Nor was either into pangs of focus with awe
Today I found she had run for the hills
And left the conversation abruptly still
Why indulge then in heartfelt conversation
Why dive into the stormy black sea
For if one must ask, and if one should receive
Why then should one be a runaway steed.


Tuesday, 13 April 2021

At dusk I too return
And hop on the ledge, by my bedroom window
Those pigeons roost and annoy me
I hate them yet feed them some birdseed
They seem to ruin my window sill
They poop on my ledge and scatter feathers
The worst is their constant prattling cooing
Has often annoyed my mid noon sleep
Yet  each evening I return to see
The constant annoyance has entrenched deep
Laid eggs, raised squabs, amongst putrid leaves
One must never feed the annoyances
Like I do, for they bring nothing
Yet i ignore their wicked deeds
How many such pigeons screech
As they sap the joys through your heart's breach
Let not these gain footing and stay
For they bring nothing but utter dismay

Recollections

Hey, you remember?
the last time you were here,
you found some eggs, the eagle laid?
yes, they had hatched a while ago
the ones in my backyard are 2 generations past
and now those eaglets are old
to fly into the skies
it's cold
how they all look at me
with steely eyes, sharp beaks
I apologize, I digress
in my absurd mind i mistake these vultures for them
why have they come to me?
why do they sit at my chest
I can feel it tickle my rib
the other seems to bubble my blood
ah! little vultures
yes, they are not eagles, what was I thinking
and why would I think of you and our ledge
it was so long ago that you left
these sweet vultures are here with me while i rest
dusk seems to swiftly approach
as one of the vultures seem to carry me along
they are strong, how does it even manage
It's a simple question of weight ratios
then again, I must be hallucinating
it must one of those vivid dreams
who dreams of vultures and their sorts
Hey, you remember?
the last time you were here,
you found some eggs, the eagle laid?
yes, they had hatched a while ago


A Line-by-Line Analysis of "Recollections"

Line 1: "Hey, you remember?"

  • This line establishes a conversational tone, as if the speaker is addressing a specific person. It also introduces a sense of nostalgia and longing.

Line 2: "the last time you were here,"

  • This line continues the conversational tone and suggests that the speaker is reminiscing about a shared experience.

Line 3: "you found some eggs, the eagle laid?"

  • This line introduces a specific memory of the shared experience, focusing on the discovery of eagle eggs.

Line 4: "yes, they had hatched a while ago"

  • This line confirms the speaker's memory and suggests that the eagle eggs have since hatched.

Line 5: "the ones in my backyard are 2 generations past"

  • This line introduces a contrast between the past and present, suggesting that time has passed and that the original eagle eggs have grown and reproduced.

Line 6: "and now those eaglets are old"

  • This line further emphasizes the passage of time, suggesting that the eaglets from the original eggs are now adults.

Line 7: "to fly into the skies"

  • This line evokes imagery of freedom and independence, suggesting that the eaglets have matured and are now capable of soaring.

Line 8: "it's cold"

  • This line introduces a note of melancholy, suggesting that the speaker is feeling a sense of loss or longing.

Line 9: "how they all look at me"

  • This line shifts the focus to the present, suggesting that the speaker is now observing something.

Line 10: "with steely eyes, sharp beaks"

  • This line creates a vivid image of the creatures that the speaker is observing, suggesting that they are predatory and potentially dangerous.

Line 11: "I apologize, I digress"

  • This line suggests that the speaker is becoming distracted or confused, potentially due to the emotional weight of their memories.

Line 12: "in my absurd mind i mistake these vultures for them"

  • This line reveals that the speaker has misidentified the creatures they are observing, suggesting that they are struggling to process their emotions or reality.

Line 13: "why have they come to me?"

  • This line reflects the speaker's confusion and curiosity about the presence of the creatures.

Line 14: "why do they sit at my chest"

  • This line suggests that the creatures are behaving in a way that is both unusual and unsettling.

Line 15: "I can feel it tickle my rib"

  • This line adds a physical dimension to the speaker's experience, suggesting that the creatures are touching them.

Line 16: "the other seems to bubble my blood"

  • This line suggests that the creatures are having a profound effect on the speaker's physical and emotional state.

Line 17: "ah! little vultures"

  • This line reveals that the speaker has finally correctly identified the creatures.

Line 18: "yes, they are not eagles, what was I thinking"

  • This line reinforces the speaker's earlier confusion and suggests that they are struggling to make sense of their experiences.

Line 19: "and why would I think of you and our ledge"

  • This line returns to the memory of the shared experience, suggesting that the speaker is connecting the present moment with their past.

Line 20: "it was so long ago that you left"

  • This line emphasizes the passage of time and the loss of a loved one.

Line 21: "these sweet vultures are here with me while i rest"

  • This line suggests that the speaker is finding solace or companionship in the presence of the vultures, despite their earlier fear.

Line 22: "dusk seems to swiftly approach"

  • This line creates a sense of foreboding or melancholy, suggesting that the day is coming to an end.

Line 23: "as one of the vultures seem to carry me along"

  • This line introduces a surreal or dreamlike element to the poem, suggesting that the speaker is losing consciousness or experiencing a hallucination.

Line 24: "they are strong, how does it even manage"

  • This line suggests that the speaker is amazed by the creatures' strength and ability to lift them.

Line 25: "It's a simple question of weight ratios"

  • This line is a reference to a Monty Python sketch, adding a touch of humor to the poem.

Line 26: "then again, I must be hallucinating"

  • This line suggests that the speaker is realizing the absurdity of their situation and questioning their own perception of reality.

Line 27: "it must one of those vivid dreams"

  • This line reinforces the idea that the speaker may be experiencing a dream or hallucination.

Line 28: "who dreams of vultures and their sorts"

  • This line suggests that the speaker's experience is unusual or even bizarre.

Line 29: "Hey, you remember?"

  • This line returns to the opening line of the poem, creating a sense of circularity and suggesting that the speaker is trapped in a cycle of thoughts and memories.

Line 30: "the last time you were here,"

  • This line repeats the second line of the poem, further emphasizing the circular nature of the speaker's thoughts.

Line 31: "you found some eggs, the eagle laid?"

  • This line repeats the third line of the poem, suggesting that the speaker is unable to escape the memory of their shared experience.

Line 32: "yes, they had hatched a while ago"

  • This line repeats the fourth line of the poem, reinforcing the speaker's fixation on the past.

Overall, the poem is a complex and emotionally charged exploration of memory, loss, and the human experience. The speaker's journey is one of confusion, grief, and ultimately, acceptance. The use of vivid imagery, symbolism, and a conversational tone creates a powerful and evocative piece of writing.