Half life

A couple is at the togetherness table.
And a lonely coffee cup fumes.
Mist steams through winter.
Wind keeps its hands in pockets.
And the ground listens to the feet
write a story — a doctor's prescription
for true love — with a half life.

Sign boards shine

The sign boards shine
like the lines in a poem.
The cold scaffold of the moment
rings a hum reaching the depths.
A lost self reappears
in a dragon belch of the past.
It is an octopus self
playing a symphony of discord.

The clouds finally deliver the message.
It is eons late and is in Morse code
of stars dotting the sky.
Terrible significance of the self
reruns its stories but
the insignificance arrives finally
as a complete picture.

The answers

From among the waste lands
The Datura trumpets blow the nectar
The unsaid tries to have its say
The unexpressed inflicts violence
The questions are missing
but here we are, the answers.

Some dreams

Some dreams are really nightmares.
Piercing bamboos that grow
from the night's black soil.

A gleaming medieval sword
escapes the glass case of a museum
and beheads the defenses I erect.
Worst happens wrongly here.
Nothing that I have prepared for.
The days are brightest but
the memories of a dreary evening
are up everywhere.

Tonight is its domain.
The battle is tilted
towards the other.
I have to only comeback
with a sharper scythe.

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.

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.

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.