My House Looks Stranger to me Today

Today I don’t want to enter my house. 

Why did I leave you in the midst of those planes? 

Today the clouds are so excited, 

They are so resolute, 

They don’t even know where will they land today 

Someone's paddy filed or in someone's blue dream. 

On some rose petal or on your forehead. 

And by any chance if they fall

Somewhere in your curly hair,

The rain drop will be in shame; 

The dark clouds were not dense enough.

Don’t know why the rain embraces me, every time.

You too also like rain,

The rain which soaks every ups and down of your soul,

Let it flood you entirely this time. 

If Death is also a truth,

Let me ask Death today - How can someone be so close, so close to soul?

The rain poured just few days back

The days went by like a blink of your eyes!

Today again I don’t want to enter my house.

The house looks stranger to me, lost in some cloud, dark cloud.

Last Year, Somewhere Around this Time The Sky looked so Blue

Last year, somewhere around this time
The sky looked so blue.
It’s blue even today, but not as much as last year.

Today he still feels
The touch, in between his hair.
He smiles abruptly even when he is sleeping.
He remembers her red top every now and then
And some sparkling dreams woven in that red top.
And she doesn’t let him touch it,
Thinking the dreams would shatter.

Why she hugged him suddenly that day
Did she know, that he would go away one day.
She feels all the waves of him
In her breath even today, as if it was just yesterday.

She doesn’t know why the sky was so blue that day
Or why the leaves were even more green.
Last year, somewhere around this time
The sky looked so blue.

Today the sky is dark
Darker than her hair,
Looks like it will rain this year,
Dark rain!

The Sun is Lost Somewhere in an Ugly Painting

The sun came out like ever before

Like dreams of mine in between the clouds

Like hide and seek when I sleep

Like bubbles of rain in winters.

I remember – 

The sun looked calm and stunning in the morning. 

During the noon, she was a bit annoying

But her tender touch waved a warm layer on my back.

And by evening as usual 

She wanted to go.

The moist breeze helped her sleep. 

She vanished in between two dark threads

Today darkness looks more dark and cruel

As if some painter has overdone his painting

I am not able to search the stars too,

Someone has hidden them in his palm.

The scarlet blood has made the sky look ugly.

The sun is lost among the dead bodies 

Now its just darkness,

Someone's dark and an ugly painting

A worthless and a bloody painting.

The Raindrops Have Gone Mad Today

The rain drops today look like opium in their head
They all have gone mad,
They don’t sit on rose petals today.
They don’t make bubbles and
Look so restless more.

I want to get close to you today,
So that I can smell the beetle-nut in your mouth.
I wish I had few more fingers
To roll thorough your hair.
The emptiness that touches every cell of the breeze.

Today raindrops are so impatient,
Looks like they want to embrace the clouds again.
Kiss the cloud myriad and feel the warmth.

Father, I don’t want to come far away from you again.

Me, Mrs Parimala's house and Coorg

Tonight once again, suddenly I realize myself.
In Coorg, middle of a huge coffee estate
I find a lonely essence – Mrs Parimala’s house.
The extension of her house and
She let us stay there.

Come, let’s measure the extension-
It was tailored so perfectly
As if she knew, we will arrive one night.

Tonight, no operation can search for the starts in the sky,
The clouds are so protective.
My dreams are spread out in vastness and lost, but
The cigarette smoke out of the window gets drenched
In the rain tonight.
The smoke brings along the rain into my room.
I want to marry the rain tonight.
And I want to feel every curve of the rain.
She smiles at me and I mix
Some of your drops in my wine.

Tonight in Mrs Parimala’s house
I understand myself once again.

Come...Lets Get Drenched Today

She loves rain
But, not much she has drenched in it.

Guddu once said
When love transpires, the shade of the leaves becomes green
When the road takes a curve
And you tend to rest
You will feel that round and square are words
Not to be found in glossary.
If there is any truth, that’s only beauty-
Of life and of Death

Even I like rain
And I got soaked many a times.
I always feel the aura of
Rain drops, falling on the dry land
In her breath
And also try to realize the truth-
Of life and Death

This time when it rains,
I will remind you to embraces the raindrops
Close to heart,
Close to truth.

A Bag - Lost

I had a bag
It’s not exactly black but a bit dark
Like dusk.
Just after the sun sets and
When birds fly to their nests,
That’s the darkness, the color of my bag.

I kept this bad in a corner of my house
There is a window too in that corner.
Usually I watch stars from that window
Looks like couple of tear drops on a dark drawing paper
Where glows your face.

I have not seen the bag for quite sometime now.
Not able to find too.
Searched a lot,
Not able to find it...

I am thinking of lodging an FIR today.
The cops might ask,
What was there in the bag?
How will I say, there was just one shirt,
I used to call it 'Dreams'.

Loosing Death

She says -
Everytime He slips out of my hand.

Few flesh sticking
On her bones
The burned flesh
They laugh at me
And try to embarrass me.

My wounded part
My happiness and sadness

Tragedy

A horse on a broken cup on a wooden plank
Reminds me of the tempest
In her heart.
Heart broken but on a strong plank
He resides to make the picture look good.

Sometimes the biggest tragedies
Are the biggest inspirations.