I experienced Sin

I experienced
the sin
Pure and septic
gagged upto the brim

Through the sieves
of Desires
In the hell
of scorching fires

It flowed
through the veins
Burning the neural path
Furrowing deep ruts in the brain

Botched patches
of dried blood
Making random patterns
of the habitual flood

For there was
nothing to gain
Just to experience
The inscrutable pain

Yet it prevailed
Vanquishing the sane
In the duel for reason
A fight in vain

Clouded lights
Forming blinded shadows
Crawling the grimy floor
as the spectre arose

Larger than the eye
it could no longer see
Entangled in the long tethers
festered the illusion of free

The divine voices called
Well meaning, yet irate
Drowning hands clawed the precipice
just in time before too late

In the sweat
I came washed
With trampled skin
Deeply rashed

No clothes could stick
The new naked dawn
Exposed to the dewy rays
the demon was gone

I found the divine
Beyond the din
Blissfully aware
I had experienced the sin

An obscure corner in my garden

PC: pixels

There is a corner
a forgotten one
in the obscure part
of my garden

it lies separated
from the rest of the lawn
by a scatter of shrubs
growing unchecked
unseen, unrestricted

There
in that corner
nothing is in order
manicured or controlled

There
grows whatever wants to grow
where
weed is not separated
from grass

where flowers
and bushes
have no separate
pecking order

where hedges
have no shape
where trees
are not pruned

where
sun and shade
play
hide and seek

There
I haven’t been since long
There
hidden away
is a boy
with an unkempt hair

And then she had grown

Aditi the wise
And then
She had grown

Her tiny feet
Went beyond the cradle 
Kicking away the warm rug
I gently placed it back
And then
She had grown

Her little hands 
Waved back
She entered the schools gate
I waited a bit longer
And then 
She had grown

Her eloquent voice
Recited the poem nice
She bowed as they clapped 
I clapped the loudest
And then
She had grown

Her twinkling eyes
Searched for us
She glowed in glory
There in the crowd
My eyes welled with pride
And then
She had grown

Its her birthday
I whisper wishes to the sky
There far away 
she looks up and smiles
And then
She had grown

Kites in the Sky

My kite in the sky
रंग बिरंगी 
ढेर सारी पतंग 
कुछ कटी हुई 
और कुछ 
ऊँचाइयों को छूती हुई 

जो डोर से बंधी थी 
वो उड़ रही थी 
जो कट गई थी 
वो हवा के साथ 
बहती जा रही थी 

जब थक उड़ान थी 
पतंग पर हर की आस थी 
कट जाने पर 
अगले पतंग की तलाश थी 
कन्नी कस कर तैयार किया 
और आसमान को भर दिया 

आसमान रंगीन था 
भरा हुआ था 
उन रंगीन पतंगों से 
काग़ज़ और बांस से बने 
कुछ कटे हुए 
और कुछ नीले आसमान को छुए हुए

My happy clock

My clock my friend: pc pixels

I had a clock as a kid
which did not work
not even a bit
I mean
for which
time never passed
not even a tick

what a useless clock
a worthless piece of metal
you would say
but for me it was dear
with whom
I would spend
my entire day

A day would end
but for us
it would stay still
then I grew
but it stayed same
timeless and still

I do remember it
for we spent together
many a happy time
it wasn’t as useless
as everyone thought
because it had a happy chime

You are the sea, I am the sun

The sea
Tranquil and at ease
Aware of the shimmering mirage
On its restless waves
From it’s warmth
It felt the sun

Why? it wondered
And asked the the warm one 
While you play among my waves
you turn me
Into a cloud
Answer me oh mighty Sun!

Why may I ask
Do I drift as a cloud in the breeze
Cover the sky
And mask your light
Turn dark and broody
As I clump into one

Why do I split then
into many and fall
Splashing on pavements and grass
just when I was
Happy in a cloud
Having my little fun

Why do I suffer
the pain
As I fall as rain 
And flow over rocks
Scouring to make my own path
Always on the run

Why do I tire
get polluted
By my own doing, or of other’s sin
I feel sluggish and filthy
When I reach my end
When I am done

There in the end
I am back where I started
Starting from me
Pouring out back into me
I live this cycle over and over again
Aren’t you the one to blame, 
O mighty Sun

Fiery yet calm
Sun spoke through the rays 
of the pristine dawn.
I float in the dark emptiness
Throwing out light
From here, everything I can see

I burn
Holding the raging fire
In my bosom
the turmoil within
In the light and the heat 
Is there for everyone to see

Oh serene one
Only you 
turn into mist
At my touch
the mountains remain
The plants grow
flowers smile in glee

My fiery rays
feel balmy warm
embraced by all it touches 
Some flourish, some wilt
Each one guided
By their nature, none are free

I am not to be blamed
Neither I claim any fame 
It’s for them to wilt or flourish
I don’t nourish
neither punish
It is for me to just burn

You are
the cloud, rain and the river
Wistful, flowing and wet
change is your nature
Yet always
Into the sea you return 

We are both
cursed and blessed
You evaporate
I burn
You are the sea
I am the sun