Friday, November 30, 2012

Right after a cosmic poem

Imagination can't stretch till infinity.
It often shrinks unlike the universe
and the deep valleys of
between-the-line silences
iron out into normalcy.
The stereotype milestones
become visible again
as the straining galactic light
and the background radiation of thoughts
give way to the clearer and the mundane.
The reflective telescopes that read
the nirvanic scripts hung light years away
are given time-out and they rest for a while.
Deadlines, more immediate than the solar flare
burn during midnight. And an ordinary
everyday childhood memory
gives up all its sleep.

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Knots of life

I merge into a silhouette
of woods at the sunset
But my words remain
Snuggle to each other
and are awake in the dark
They examine memories
Choose a fitting one
and drape it around them.

A memory of laughter emerges
a sudden island
in the solitary sea
The glow of bright future
Or of the glorious past
falls into disuse
at a moment's threshold.
Knots of life become complex
They dream to turn nooses someday
They are braiding themselves now.

Thursday, November 22, 2012

ACGT

A chain of Elements chance upon
A language is born
Words everywhere:
Silence and noise
Dead stop and movement
Mother suckling the child
Father teaching the bow
And the aim vanishing into air.
The squiggles of nature persist
like the furrows waiting for rain.
A downpour of answers
sprouting new questions.
The piece of the shared sky changes
as the faraway light reaches us.