I have heard of a place that’s not on maps
A place where there’s no room for lies
Where mornings and nights never make the kiss
Where every form of life is able, is wise
Where you’ll find only faces and never a mask
Where curiosity is never afraid to think and ask
Where the one true religion has always been love
Where the endless sky is always blue above
Where the birds never know the fatigue of flight
Where the nights stand dauntless in the stars’ light
Where no child is killed before even she’s born
Where no heart is broken and no skin torn
Where nobody knows the art of building a wall
Where there is always a hand when you fall
Where lilies dance with a newfound zest
Where crows and doves share the same nest
Where the river quenches the thirst of all
Where a horse runs free and is never in a stall
Where the moon’s always shy and the sun bright
Where you’ll never have to fight for what’s right
Where benevolence is, by all, considered divine
Where dreams and fears are separated by a line
Where every empty soul always gets fed
Where there’s always a smile after every tear’s shed
I have heard of this place, and of a train that runs
Through its heart; and I can hear the summons
And since it’s dark, my end drawing nigh
I would love to be there, and I would love to fly
Xanadu -an idealized place of great or idyllic magnificence and beauty
Hold my hand as I take you
To a place which is not far away.
Away from hatred, pretense and deceit,
Where fluffy clouds kiss your feet.
Where the purity of heart and soul reign supreme,
Where the river of joy gushes downstream.
Where sorrows, misery and hatred are repugnant,
Where love, joy and brotherhood is abundant.
Where the mind can roam free beyond the skylines
Where ideas and the doves of freedom touch new horizons.
Where there are no walls of religion to divide us,
Where disputes are considered superfluous.
Where there is no war, no genocide, no weapons of mass destruction
Where there is no corruption or pollution.
A place called Xanadu can exist
Only if humanity learns how to co-exist.
Live and let others live.
His life asked him his identity
I say it’s an unseasonal drop on the pane,
Just a vagabond bard,
A silent crooner
Sans a meaning.
Meaning is a frame
A frame which defines,
But a drop is a drop
From somewhere up to somewhere down,
From a vastness to a vastness
A drop, a bard, a nothing…
When has a no thing been any thing?
His life asked him his identity,
I say it’s any thing that’s your thing…
(On my way to office today, amidst weeping clouds, to be something)
Winged art moving
Time as a poetic glazier—
It’s a music delighting eyes,
A dance that floats, stunning
The silence of eternity;
Watching them climb
Higher and Higher, their
Celestial robes having the
Precision of a mobile art
Gallery— I am standing
On the earth, while you
Open the art of an experience;
You disappear from my vision-
Yet you have chosen a destiny–
A white flame merging as a song
Of love, your breath now,
An ethereal cosmic whisper.
In my solitude of life,
mind tries to walk the talk.
Flutter of images flock in,
flooding valley of silence.
I hear your foot fall,
softly on loose sand.
I listen to your feet tap.
It comes nearer and nearer.
I close my eyes.
My mind shuts down,
from all sounds of earth.
Sudden quiver of wings.
All my chatters flew away.
I await your presence.
your talk, walks in me.
I fall into your silence.
Your action in silence,
and silence in action,
Makes me walk!
I walk along with you
A dream walker!
Today I heard a unique sound.
Then I got a small letter,
a tiny cute alphabet of grace.
I kept it hiding in my mind.
I wonder what to do with it?
As time passed by; it glowed.
I blew air and fire by bellows.
turned into a diamond.
I tried to break it into pieces,
Cut to size.
I sharpened edges,
by my thoughts.
Yes I managed it.
Now it talks to me,
in clear clarity, cut and carat.
I opened my pen of mind.
I can see a flow of words.
I look so tiny at its feet.
Who created Niagra falls?
With a sigh I put my signature.
At first I looked at her awkwardly
Next I started to love her blindly
I asked my heart to take it coolly
But seeing her and her beauty daily
My heart got charged, but not electrically
I never considered my Love as Folly
And tried to approach her gently
My Love for her is Holy
And I want her to be mine ideally
These are not words of jolly
As I have studied her keenly
And found her to be lovely
Her smile as what attracted me mainly
And never has she acted nastily
I want her to be, my one and only
Any my feelings are purely
Dedicated to her quietly
Girls like her are found rarely
That’s why I am moving slowly
Into her heart and soul truthfully
To live with her unitedly
In a wonderland spread vastly
With her heart opened for me widely
I knew what was Love exactly
So I celebrate this day yearly
By bursting crackers zoomingly
As the empty road takes me along
Unless I come to fathom around
I see a jar filled with problems
House full of vultures
Couple of drops enough to drown
The dry earth about to soak me
Hiroshima’s nuke attack on me
Sound of pain travelling at speed of light
Ten weather seasons to experience instead of four
Bold souls in weak bodies
Myriad color combinations I denounce
Fate lines that now run across my body
Charred leaves with a long history to spell
A lonely child holding hands of an invisible mother
Running chariots with no horses to drive
Love definitions scribbled on the air platform
Laughter challenging the face of sorrow
The muse of my paintings on sale
Drugs to awaken not to put to sleep
The funeral of the stagnant river
Template of my body being incarnated
Loosened gravity to keep me high
Am confused and frustrated in delirium
Is this the end or start of my world?
If I were a humming bee, a honey bee of winter
I would not on rosy petals wander nor on any bower;
I would kiss not the lily for its honey nor the December
But perch in thine scented hair,
If only for a lightning while.
If I were a feathered angel as the glorious mina
I would chatter not on idle casuarinas
At break of day nor probe the fruits of the papal
But land on thine shoulders soft
Thine curbful shoulders oft.
And gazing at thine melting face I shall thus remain
Till tears of love run as a river to thy heart’s domain
And on every morn thou shall hear me pine
Till thy countenance descend
To hear me and to behold.
And alas! If I were a mortal and god has made me one,
I would thus eternally write, but for others none
And writing hear thy melodious tone
When at last my heart shall bleed
And bleeding pass to the unknown creed.
Say when darling
You shall come to me
I have waited from the time
You were sixteen
And I an infatuated teen
Say when darling
We two rivers
Shall merge into a sea
When shall we both stop existing
And in each others arms just be
Say when darling
I shall wait for you
The whole of my life
To see you as my wife
An if that does not be
I shall wait for you
With open arms and eager heart
On the doorstep of heaven
Darling just say when.
This is to inform you that
I have had enough
You pathetic fool
You now make me laugh
Your shouting your firing
Is just getting tiring
Till your voice becomes sore
You are just one big bore
You are an animal
In the midst of humans
You are the worst
Amongst all men and women
And one more thing before I go
You may now remove those ipod earplugs
And come back to the world of
Meetings deadlines and coffee mugs.
Chromosomes of creeds having been replete with
Seeds of retardation in turn breed more and
More mongoloids of ethnic obsessions, hence
Engineers of genetics may ponder over removal
Of pathogenic germs and the defective sperms
From the colloid of contemporaneity.
And after that an era of equanimity would dawn
Where science would have been made to dominate
Politics, eugenics meant to succeed restricted
Homogeneous breed, color hatred and racial
Discrimination dismissed as obsolete relics of
Primitive past, polygamy officially replacing
Monogamy, world government superseding
Neurotic nation states and the whole world
Becoming a family in this would be world
Nuclear arsenals will become irrelevant