Saturday, September 12, 2015

EXIT

Locked inside a rubik’d system.
Stifled within a dank box.
Treading crazy in a mindless pattern,
a 9 to 9 routine,
a dusk to dawn regime.
Is there life within? Is the passion still alive? Does the soul still live? And love?

A moment of clarity on a crazy Monday says yes.

My days don’t work its way towards an approving nod.
My hours don’t sweat for shiny recognition.
My feet don’t walk the length of an empty airport just to get to another empty airport.
The power brunches,
the Friday lunches
and the Monday meetings.
Don’t stir me.

I believe. I know.
That stepping out of this circle brings me freedom.
I listen.
To myself. To the universe.
There are glimmers of light when I find myself.
There are moments of sanity when I hear myself.
There are nights when I sleep knowing the soul is calmed.
There are days when I live pattern-less.
Times when a destination is unexpected. But welcome.
Moments when I recognize life is yin and yang.
Black and white.
Soft and sharp.
Light and night.
And between this I know,
I find a balance with just one step –
Through the exit door. 

Thursday, January 27, 2011

SUNBURN

It's only with you, sun
I doubt the sea shore.
a treasure chest is spilled,
of one celestial pirate.

poor me, bare feet,
walked over hot pearls.
rolled over burning pebbels,
sat, sang aloud; laying down.

now, it's burning my skin,
only I awake from my house.
hey, sleepless you, merciless,
pushed me in Sleep debt.

need one sleep pill,
get it for me my sun, right now.
may all their stores closed,
chemists, sound in sleep.

come, break my windows,
if you dare, bloody sun!
hit you, kill you,
don't let you fool one another.

It's only with you, sun
I doubt the big blue sea.
one hand tumbler spilled,
of one heavenly sage.

stupid me, wash my face,hand,
jumped, swim across waves.
skip my lunch too,
playing over hallowed holly sea.

ooh, it's paining my ears,
got dirty salt water inside.
hey, you heartless cruel,
stolen my peace too.

bring one ear drop, for me,
my ears infected, sored, burning.
it's midnight, only my curse,
wont get any nurse.

fight me, break my walls,
if you dare, restless cheater!
break you, in to two,
don't let you go, silly sun!

it's only you turn on,
night full suffer.
but, much thanks for you,
for giving me the rainbow.

come home, sunshine!
knock my door,
welcome you, smile, hug you
may I burn forever.
DREAM 3

I just dreamed up,
my life runs on a green road,
as green as my life is!
like all palm leaves and young paddy fields,
the thread of life is always green,
I just slept for hours.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

FISHES

Fishes murmured each other,
we should be highly sinned,
we did a lot of bad deeds,
to get in here in this little pond.

fish 1
'look, It is small, waveless,
no pleasure in living here.'

fish 2
'oh! sweety, I always dreamed leaving here,
ponds are always boring!'

fish 3
'yea, we always have to live here fearing
snakes and hawks.'

fish 4
'see, my children are sick, lazy,
as they got no place here to run, play.'

fish 5
'darling, it is coming summer very next,
sure! this time our pond go dry, and we go die.'

fish 6
'mm.. here where the nets and baited hooks are,
'my children, be careful!

fish 1
'yes mom, I am dreaming that,
reaching the wide blue sea.'

fish 7
'no, dearest, I have seen blue sea.
there where the hidden dangers are!
there is blues and darks!
there is places unknown!
there too the big nets and
bunch of hooks are!
don't dream that dear, don't go there!'

fish 1
still, I love that deep blue sea.
that's the place where pleasure, life is!
ON TOP

love to do a home
that will not wet
and will not get me
wet in rainy nights
and always promise
will give gain, in any pain.

love to do a home,
on top of that hill
where all the grasses
stood wet in dew
like bright silk threads
by twilight!
AUGUST 15

heavy wind aug morning
blowing in the dusty wind,
tired, tossing up and down,
weary national flag.


still, shines at me, eye to eye
when I stand straight,
head up and salute!
look, it's brightlight inside,
not just spineless cloth.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

WHEAT

there was browny wheat
all over my fields,
they grow fast, sweet, every moment!

when you me and a lot grey lipped birds,
we all together sit there by,
the wheats grown perfect
shape and in colour!
with all your laughs and silence.

ARUN MANDRU

SUNBURN AND OTHER POEMS