Unbound Travel

Half a century, I travelled East

Treading pathways; trading

thorns for smiles.

Time was melting in her hands;

Warm, with no fire,

it was burning

and melting, as wax

on blades of grass.


His eyes are made of frosted glass,

No light enters, nothing escapes.


From your gravestone, I pick flowers:

Flowers harvested for springs to come.

Lamps, dimly afloat in a crimson mist sky.

A quarter of my life transcended North,

then dropped back on swollen grounds.


A thousand salt tears, I travelled West!




Mad Monsoon (Sketch of a Glimpse)

The winds are mightier today

Than the motion of (winged) flight;

Everywhere I turn to look:

He brings lightning in sight.


The lights in turn, speak of violet,

I feel Divinity seeping in, to my Crown…

In glimpses as brief, as intense as bolts

Bolts dancing in the black of Heaven’s rage!


Gypsy caravans of pilgrim clouds,

A bouquet of dull gold, white and grey…

I feel so right to be in love with Rain,

To see the cosmos of the Earthly Sky

Rejoice her arrival in elaborate play!




Written: 15-09-2013

A (Lingering) State of Meditation

In a state

Where the arrogant, grimacing sky,

In a state

I was once astounded by;

In a state

Of a day, on a look-out for the night…

In a state

Of obliviously pending hours,

In a state

Of the presence of peculiar powers;

In a state

Of existence, of a known defiance,

In a state

Of Life, indeed a trusted alliance!

In a state

Of kingliness, in unison with sainthood…

In a state

Of sainthood,

In sync with the breath,

In a state

Of seeking, in pursuit of attainment

In a state

Satisfied, within not being satisifed!