Stand up to the stars

The shower corners me into a tiny alcove 
of thoughts. The cold jet is harsh: 
An experience pouring down. And I sift
through the onslaught of beady thoughts.
For a split second there, I realize something:
My position of insignificance in this universe,
how cosmos expands all around the shower head!
And thus the day almost starts with a prayer. 
I see a child like cell pull itself up
from the soapy primordial waters.
Crawl on fours and stand up to the stars. 
This revised edition of evolution 
cleans up my soul and a primate 
wonder shows up on my face. 

O love!

You break people's hearts
Those pious temple coconuts 
Sweet from them flows out dry
and their remains lie divided
between God and you.
Since then and till eternity 
life becomes a long chutney 
Your image, a carried around radium
burns holes in pockets and hearts. 
Life goes on only to be half
It sheds its happiness chaff.
O love! Steps to thy altar
leave their bruise and scar.
And we skin our knees in prayer.

Touch me not

I know your coordinates
Yet dare not write to you
You are a touch-me-not plant 
Deep in the internet jungle
Your virtual withdrawal is real
And 'Bother-Me-Not' ricochets
from the other end  
of the fiber that carries my worries.

A Frog's disguise

A frog disguised as a prince
But was unable to convince
Much outpouring from his heart
But the kiss was never to start
He croaked for some simple dating
Losing all hope for a rainy mating
Taking refuge in amphibious wisdom
Asked her out for a walk in the kingdom.
She pitied tremendously like it was a dog
But in heart of hearts, she knew it was a frog.
Something would happen they all thought
And his friends jumped, at the deepening plot.

To poetry

Pluck words that mean 
different from what's been 
Words empty of deeds 
But bursting with needs 
Cause something to shift 
a detail that closes a rift 
Lie face down till dawn 
postpone every other yawn. 
Wander the brain till end 
in wait for the right send 

An end to reach 
attempting a breach
But what's been put down 
is not what is 
Only a noise of tools 
offering some ease
Other dimensions 
swell behind the blinds 
plotting something 
beyond these lines.

Love comet

Love comets 
in a long orbit around a circumstance. 
Sighted now
it juts across the hazy silence. 
Will return 
years later to mark some words.
Longer tail
Sprouting, a smile at the blazing head.

Table manners

Wounds of the daily grind
are put into words
that shine with loneliness.
Yet, the sheen
of someone else's sadness
takes its time to cut through.
My armor of good times
has to thin itself for that feat.
Empathy is often table manners.