poems..(a series on similar themes n moods)

Hourglass/Timepiece

The hour fails to impress

With the gravity of its destiny

Clock ticks away, reading

minutes,

seconds

and

micro-seconds.

The ant is dead

Long been dead

On the skin of my arm

Mashed in indifferent irritation.

And the insects crowd the screen

Of this laptop

15 seconds of warmth

Before the town shuts down.

Dogs in garages and high security lawns

Rest their wet noses on the cold earth.

Sweat trickles down the calves of my arms

The ennui of the moment lingers

Painfully long.

Than it gets dark

Stars shoot up in the

wild west horizon

The sky still sparkles

with distant Diamonds.

21.06.07 23:51hours

All along the watchtower

The paradox of

Modern society

And people like me

Is something very intricate

The dimensions and the dynamics

And the bouts of nostalgic

Of an era gone by.

Of youth, of elegance

And the days of living carelessly.

And than a song plays

on the radio

and the melody

floats on

like an afterglow.

A summer time spent in

The monsoons

And times

Of people.

Discovering

Civilizations.

Coming home

To one’s

Own self.

25.06.07 17.19hrs

Nearing eventide..and after

Up flew the eagle

Becoming a part of the circle

Of his mates;

The canvasses on the sky

Stretch to

Accommodate

The gathering.

Clouds and their silver linings

And their blue counterparts.

Twilight’s the lamp-tighting time

The offering of ‘dhuna’-

(that delicious smoke made

with coconut barks, fire

and other miscellaneous

Ingredients) - to

The evening spirits

As the drifters waywardly

Pass by

The solitary village post

The sodium campus lights

The muezzin’s azaan.

25.06.07

The difference between the living and the dead

A dying

Relationship

Is a sad sight

A lump in the throat

As you ruminate

which isn’t too

often in these

fast days.

The lotus

In its

Rotten marsh

Yet grace personified;

That little

Loco heart

Went off to

Chase arbit dreams

And from there

Hangs a

Tale;

Seeking a lost perfection

Tossed and twisted

By the dirt

That blew

Over your face;

Traditional mores

In a judgmental society

But civilization is a

Part of existing;

A solitary thought

Ponders at your

Brow

And

The vicious circle

Begins.

25.06.07 19.13hrs