Of Naked Minds and Barren Skies

The weight of a word
the power of a phrase

the vigour of a verse

and a naked mind.

The wallop of wealth

the cohere of capital

the redolence of riches

but a desolate cry.

The sovereignty of speech

the esprit of expression

the reverence of religion

with incinerating rights.

The lushness of land

The succulence of seeds

The happiness of hope

albeit a barren sky.

~Suprabhat

Liquid Sunshine

On the last drop he always whined
though the urn was ever imbibed,
through the gory days and the comic nights

The Liquid flowed and overwhelmed
the contents of an in-content inveterate swine,
with profanity and love alike

Each devour meant more than he fathomed
assimilating the colour as part of his soul,
and play did he with the opulence of the malt

He ritually elated with the hang
hallucinating through the initial bedlam,
condescending in the surreal delight

He looked across through the glass
preoccupied with the Sunshine in the dark,
the dew drops embellishing in the lark

The golden liquid now felt like paradise
on a burning throat and an undiscerning eye,
a serene heart and an unobtrusive mind

He is now in a tranquil state
riding the rivers and flying the gates,
to languid away the abysmal fate.

The Desolate Frame

On the decrepit wall
living through the veil of time
and the wrath of fate
that once housed a radiant smile
of the cohesive pair
who no longer smiled.

Now, it tolerated its own weight
hanging with the frayed threads
The grime of time and the dust of fate
Together weaving an animated state.

It sang its own story
through the mass of dust and the damp walls
of the generous times
of pleasure and the rapture
of togetherness and love
and a perfect past.

It squealed and screamed
to bring back the smile
the love
and its benign shine.

Now, it was all done
Faith battered and scratched
Biting the bitterness
and the bare clan.

An empty frame is all it now was.

The Desultory Verse

The unfinished painting
The twilight song
The incomplete story
And the unanswered call.

The unsolved mystery
The partial slice
The half-baked cake
And the unsettled brawl.

The semi greyed cells
The embryonic wit
The obscure emotion
And the perplexed psyche.

The petite vitriol
The nonchalant ecstasy
The malleable moral
And the Naïve Love.

The seditious words
Of this desultory verse
From the delirious mind
And my incoherent thoughts.

Moments

The brevity of the moment
that lasted a beat of her heart,
was nothing short of a lifetime
that changed her apart.

The conceit of the erudite
the ostentation of the juvenile,
the beauty of a thousand smiles
was quietly falling apart.

She watched her reflect
and she saw her ethereal self
for once she fathomed
what the moment meant.

~Suprabhat

Profound thoughts ... You and I

Like an aaloo to a vada
And a vada to a pav
like the pav to a bhaaji
You are to Me.

Like a tree to the air
and the air to a nose
Like the nose to a Himesh
You are to Me.

Like a fuel to an engine
and an engine to a car
like the broken car to a mechanic
You are to Me.

Like a key to a lock
and a lock to a house
like the house to a robber
You are to Me.

Like cotton to a pillow
and a pillow to a bed
Like the bed to a lazy bum
You are to Me.

Like the water to the grass
and the grass to a cow
like the cow to a milkman
You are to Me.

Like the fire to a match
and a match to a bidi
like a bidi to a smoker
You are to Me.

Like the carbon to a diamond
and a diamond to a stud
like a stud to a cool dude
You are to Me.

You mean more to me ...

than a fish to a Cat
and a bone to a dog
the hay to a horse
and happiness to a remorse.

Let's be happy forever. I Love you. Sayonee.

~Suprabhat
(a letter to a Loved one)

Shallow Waters

Living in shallow waters
among the comfort of the knowns
breathing the same breath
today once more.

The falls are far
and rapids are none
ripples are rare
and the tranquil water beckons.

I see a bright silhoutte
somewhere round the horizon
only to fall again
inside the shadows of my own.

~Suprabhat

Close to Nature

Beneath the falls I strive to rise
rise high above and lone,
a look so resolute, makes them think
is it Me, or the nature beckons ?

[Gagan chukki falls, Kaveri at Sivasamudram]

The Last Autumn Leaf

Those were the times
when you looked at Me,
and then you smiled
for the last you could see.

What kept you from falling?
I was waiting,
Waiting for a new horizon
the birth of another spring.

And the last hold on your branch
the last moments at your death,
was like holding eternity
in My very own breath.

Those were the moments of truth
the moments of life,
the moments of grief
yet the desire was all Mine.

You still looked at Me
and smiled at My death,
for there I lay, seeing you
holding My last breath.

Then I realized
that the smile was only Mine,
as I knew
that I too shall have to die.

In those last moments
I could see a New Horizon,
the deep red sky
and the fire again.

And then you fell to the ground
to give birth to The New Spring,
as you are
The Last Autumn Leaf.

And I was born again ...

~ Suprabhat