I lost My Mirror

Last week I bought a mirror for my motor cycle
It looks like an attentive ear of a rabbit
A rabbit whose color is white-
White like yesterday's dawn.

Now a days I see a lot of dreams through this mirror
A herd of elephant and a big snake -
Usually with lots of shades,
patches of violet and white
Sometimes few clouds and
sometimes few Sounds of excitement.
Sometimes I also see different colors
Black, white, green and yellow
But I have never seen red

Since last two days I am not able to find my mirror.
Somebody has stolen it,
When I parked it in that usual
Corner near Java City.

Today, when I ride
I lean and try to find the mirror
Just a hope that it will come back.
And again today if those dark clouds rain
Will hold one raindrop in my palm
And will ask -Oh Raindrop! Do you see my tear drop?
Will I be able to see her face
In my mirror today again?

Next Year When it Floods...

Flood transpire, Every year it does.
And when it happens, it happens very cruelly.
It washes away the drains, houses,
Green Leaves, branches, trees, bamboo seats
Underneath the huge tree.

Since last few days I have been trying to gather
Few straws, leaves, stones and some dreams
This time when it floods
I will take along all these,
And rush towards your village
With my dreams too.

Will try my best to prevent the rushing water
And when I will loose all my dreams against the flood
Then I will lie down myself in front of the water.
My heart, my chest will fight against the cruel torrent.
This time when the floods come towards your village
I will Jump myself to stop every drop of water.

This time before even sadness touches your heart
I will jump myself to stop every breeze of sadness.

Someday Try to Love Someone Like I Do

Tonight the full moon shines like never before
The milky evening peeps through my window
And says “ Why awake?
Let your eyes close and you float.
The moon in your dream is far beautiful than
The moon in my lap.
She will stay always close to you
And would never go away when the dawn breaks”
I steal some light from this evening tonight
Take it in my blue bowl
And when I see a vivid reflection of mineI reply
“ I don’t dream now a days,
And I have started hating onions”
Someday, try to love someone like I do.
It hurts when dream breaks.
But I encounter truth today
Where I smile when I see you.
Come tonight in my dream again
I will embrace you like the blue sky cuddle the moon tonight

The Moon, Star and some Thoughless Cloud

Today the moon must have looked
More beautiful than ever before.
So much of brightness,
That the star never saw it before in her.
And the star thought that the Moon will
Wrap herself today with the white milky dress
He always liked.
The star will stay aside today and will measure
The depth of her love
Today he is searching for a caliper
To weigh the depth of her love.
As he can see few clouds, close to her today-
Some moist cloud, few yellow cloud.
Few thoughtless clouds and few budding cloud
Seems like those yellow clouds will
Envelop his Moon with all his madness.
The star has lost his brightness today
Eyes closed and he can see only few
Dark clouds
And waits for the curtain to go down of
200 Rainy Days

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.