HE KNEW

"is there love ? "
the lover asked
He knew there was none.

the loveless face
like rainless cloud
proclaimed silence

no battle was fought
and no bloodshed

but instead he -
vanished into a purple
haze of April flowers

and then there
was sunset

Carnation red
lips pale Blue
pour more wine
I 'll think of death
Tomorrow

Now that it starts to rain
if you play Chopin
I'll forgive you.

Every drop of monsoon rain
bleeds the megh
to wintry death of first love

In your land of
April Flowers
Rain from emerald seas
wept my tears

Here

The evening fell like
A vulture's feather
upon the carcass
of dead soul.

TURN OFF THE LIGHT
TURN OFF THE SONG
EVEN RAINY JUNE
THEY FEEL LIKE YOU

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THOUSAND STEPS TO
SEE THE RIVER
STARRY DARK DIRTY STREAM
BROKEN DREAM

*******************

TIRED EYES TIRED LIMBS
LET ME IN TEMPLE PRIEST
COME TOMORROW
FRESH AS DAWN

RAIN


WHICH JULY WAS IT
DO YOU KNOW
HOME BOUND SCHOOL BOY
SOAKED SCHOOL SHOE




SHE LOVES SUCH DAYS
GREY CLOUDS – POURING RAIN
BLACK CROW TATTERED WINGS
NEST BROKEN




LET IT RAIN
SEVEN DAYS- FLODDED EARTH
WHITE FLOWERS
GREENY BLURR




JULY POURS WILD RAIN
BLACK GLASSES RAISED CHIN
SHE FRETS
UMBRELLA FORGOTTEN




SMOKE FILLED ROOM
AUGUST OUTSIDE
LET US DANCE IN RAIN
AND THEN DISSOLVE

SUMMER

DEATH IF I THINK -

THEN SUMMER MONTH

YOU IN BLACK – READING

ENDLESS POEMS

ANGRY SUMMER

PARCHED FOR RAIN

MUNICIPAL OFFICE

WRINKLED MEN

MAY IT WAS

CAME THE KING

DIRT AND SWEAT FILLED HANDS

MY HUT UNCLEAN

SUMMER IS HOT AND DRY

STRANGER MY WARRIOR

TAKE REST

ITS EVENING TIME

WRITE LETTERS FROM

SUMMER LANDS

IN MY TRUNK THEY DRY

THE JULY MOIST RAG

SUMMER

DEATH IF I THINK -

THEN SUMMER MONTH

YOU IN BLACK – READING

ENDLESS POEMS

ANGRY SUMMER

PARCHED FOR RAIN

MUNICIPAL OFFICE

WRINKLED MEN

MAY IT WAS

CAME THE KING

DIRT AND SWEAT FILLED HANDS

MY HUT UNCLEAN

SUMMER IS HOT AND DRY

STRANGER MY WARRIOR

TAKE REST

ITS EVENING TIME

WRITE LETTERS FROM

SUMMER LANDS

IN MY TRUNK THEY DRY

THE JULY MOIST RAG

SUMMER

DEATH IF I THINK -

THEN SUMMER MONTH

YOU IN BLACK – READING

ENDLESS POEMS

ANGRY SUMMER

PARCHED FOR RAIN

MUNICIPAL OFFICE

WRINKLED MEN

MAY IT WAS

CAME THE KING

DIRT AND SWEAT FILLED HANDS

MY HUT UNCLEAN

SUMMER IS HOT AND DRY

STRANGER MY WARRIOR

TAKE REST

ITS EVENING TIME

WRITE LETTERS FROM

SUMMER LANDS

IN MY TRUNK THEY DRY

THE JULY MOIST RAG

SUMMER

DEATH IF I THINK -

THEN SUMMER MONTH

YOU IN BLACK – READING

ENDLESS POEMS

ANGRY SUMMER

PARCHED FOR RAIN

MUNICIPAL OFFICE

WRINKLED MEN

MAY IT WAS

CAME THE KING

DIRT AND SWEAT FILLED HANDS

MY HUT UNCLEAN

SUMMER IS HOT AND DRY

STRANGER MY WARRIOR

TAKE REST

ITS EVENING TIME

WRITE LETTERS FROM

SUMMER LANDS

IN MY TRUNK THEY DRY

THE JULY MOIST RAG

45 degrees and rising

Scorch me burn me - my summer sun
I love you still more than July.

Its a Monday
and start again
I shall -
from -
one, two and three.

Buy books a few
and curtains red
lamp shades and
coffee machine

A box of pencils
green and black
a dozen pastels
and note pads

obtuse incandescent
yellow light
yellow walls
empty nights
triangle shadow
varnished frame
Photographs - hang
black and grey
tilted

shadows dance
in candle light
flickering smoke
cardboard box
tobacco - cherry pipe


On a Tuesday
sudden monsoon
The morning rainy
moist with gloom
coffee shop tea
Darjeeling chay
grey city and grey sky

page mark three
and Mahler's seventh
books unread
oceans seen
rumbling cloud
hills unseen


Cigarettes and
magazines old
slow day eats
the lonely afternoon

As i gaze through
watery streets
blurry people
everywhere
faces known
lights familiar
shadows new
strangers forever

As I start again
from
one and two and three
with a certain joy
certain glee
a certain glimpse
through window pane
someone had stopped the rain
when radio plays a certain song
loved I once but not
any long.

Infidelity

The stranger clasped
by your serpentine limbs
drenched you in rain.

From the distance of your
far-off thoughts
Loved you
my friend !

Love and Illusions

Evening train whistles

away into the night

This Too Shall End

Coffee shop red

Summer sky blue

Dry parched love

We both cried once

a thousand tears

now I don't know you

Every wound

Every drop of blood

Love again – I shall.

A million stars burn

I hate as much

as I love

summer radio sings

who loses who wins

past lingers

This summer shall pass

Rainy July too

Next April – Lavender flowers.

Afternoon – sultry and wet

half naked siesta

dull day ends

Cigarettes and beer

the drunkard sings

it'll rain next year

Lustful heat – summer sweating

making love

or fornicating ?

I think of you

when I read

My old handwriting

Don't go there my friend

It ain't

Any better

cycling in rain

fragrant and green

happiness

You are close – sometime,

sometimes far

I am numb

Now I love summers

more than weeping rain

Metamorphosis.

Napthalene and woolen clothes

Black eyes shiny

and Love – childhood.

Wrinkled skin

park bench wooden

I'll see you there – sometime.

Another night of

falling asleep

Ceiling rectangular

eyes closing

I dream t of

roaches and slippery floors

a gallery – painted yellow.

Slender arm and fingers long

watery eyes

water colour warm

Bookshop shelves

Blue Red Green

smell of paper but

I wont read .

Brushing teeth

wake me up

tea is ready

Why did you kiss and

poisoned me -

Love

stranger

where will you go

the journeys just begun

Eyes met once

window light and wild stormy hair

next station it was Night

I'll colour my hair burgundy

and dress up in black

I'll call it my birthday

The coffee turned black

and bitter

your eyes had it all

If I could cry like

never before

maybe you'd vaporize.

There she goes

goes again

someday she'll smile

Long showers – large towels

soap and foam and shaving cream

of Man and Men

Jasmine and voluptuous breasts

and incense sticks

of mothers

and Women

You are my woman

or my man ?

My sky

or my earth ?

Wont you ? Wont you

love me ever ?

It is impossible

I know I know

to love

when you don't

There is no storm

Nor no major thing

How Will I Forget ??

For all that matters

The author decides .. at the end

Who lives and who dies..