2009 POEMS

BUBBLES

Yesterday words became colours

and spread across my canvas.

Flesh, marrow, brain,

everything came up in spasms

from the inner core of my being

and burst as bubbles of gold.

They filled the canvas

as hues and lines and stanzas.

Bubbles, rainbow-hued,

dancing in the breeze.

Even touch is forbidden here

and the speed kept in check

so that they don’t swell

to become storms.

Ready to burst at a finger’s touch,

choking with colours,

within the short-lived beauty

of this little universe.

BETWEEN THE

SKY AND THE EARTH

Between the sky

and the earth,

a huge desert.

Millions of undelivered souls

roaming about

to the rhythm

of nature’s breath.

THE RIVER OF FIRE

A wild fire spreading across this heart,

A flooded river welling up in these eyes:

Can you feel me burning

in this river of fire?

LAUGHTER : A HAIKU

Between one laughter

And another

A man"s life-span

THE THIRD ROOM

Which is bigger,

the heart or the brain?

Until yesterday I had slept

Inside heart’s warm walls.

The rooms of the brain

are too narrow:

I choke inside them.

Trying to sleep in them

is like being in a coffin.

A third room

beyond the heart and the brain:

In that intense space

of the intuitive self:

art, nature, prophecy.