Thursday, 30 October 2014

I light my lantern both ways.

Hoo laa laa! hoo laa laa!
I trick you or I treat you,
I win,
I light my lantern both ways,

Hoo laa laa! hoo laa laa!
I hold my skull, with a broad smile,
My deep set eyes, and a fine jawline,
It shakes
A little above my slant shoulders,
I ask for a treat,
Else you know
While you trick me, in your trades,
I learn, what all it takes,
To open the gates of our graves
and dance with you on a full moon date.
Hoo laa laa! hoo laa laa!

Hoo laa laa! hoo laa laa!
I trick you or I treat you,
I win,
I light my lantern both ways,
Hoo laa laa! hoo laa laa!

Oh sage of the skies
I wear your mask, for you to do dance
In my narrow rib cage,
When you tell my spirit, how it flies,
I remember the rides, our broomstick days.
Hoo laa laa hoo laa laa!

Hoo laa laa! hoo laa laa!
I trick you or I treat you,
I win,
I light my lantern both ways,
Hoo laa laa! hoo laa laa!

Wednesday, 29 October 2014

The stone

He said,
'Once,
I was sand,
A grain,
and
I wrote
Under your feet,
Your fate,
You still remain a stone,
Mate
Learn to read!'

Sangeeta Suneja

The unbecoming

Ether

Where the time stills,
When she meditates
When she waits for thee,
they say
She unbolts her bronze banks,
She rings along the ethereal river in your reverie,
She breaks her last elemental sea,
To be,
In her unbecoming.

Tuesday, 28 October 2014

The earth

The earth

To me,
The earth is she,
She holds,
Me,
Like a tree,
In her soil,
Pulls me,
With her gravity.

To me
To be an earth,
Has to have only a single Moon,
That can pull, raise the waves
Of her seven seas.

To me,
The earth is she,
Full of life, the spirit
in all its manifestations,
It shows her poetic ability.

The Rivers

When a river flows,
It brings,
A load of poetry along,
Touching her bare skin, it sings,
Washing it banks, it rants,
Holding the sea, it rushes,
Eager to run into a ravine, it gushes,
Taking the twigs along,
A few, afloat,
other settle with the overpowering gravity,
Peacefully in the middle of a stanza, wriggle
Into the whirlpool,
Precipitaing into a cave, a drop, to drizzle poetry,
Somewhere alone in the belly, not so hollow, but hungry,
Thirsty, for poetry,
This river feeds all,
With poetry.

When it floods,
It is an outburst of emotion,
A poetry unheard for long.
Now face it, with calm
I too shall pass, the river flows
surpassing all the past blows,
Finally, It says.

The river in your country,
Speaks the same language, as ours,
The same tone, a similar voice,
She must be the sister of the river of my country,
Seasonally meeting,
In the Pacific ocean,
Or some cloudy skies attending a congregation of poets,
Writing poetry.

Do you carry a spark?

If it is asked,
Do you carry a spark?
Many do not realize
the acitivity of their volcano,
They sleep over the crater,
blissfully unaware.
Lifelong,
Shaking off the ash,
searching the fire,
In between their fingers
In the fag end of their cigarette.

Monday, 27 October 2014

The earth

The Earth

'You hold me,
Hence I am'.
She told The Sun.

The earthy gravity
Is her motherhood,
We fall,
We rise,
she is full of surprises.