Ocean - Poem

Gravels and Stones rolling under the cold feet
Gliding through the stream
Through the river
To a sea of spread memories of glitter and garbage
I skated through the sheets of the paper fluid
And dropped in and landed on the trembling feet
Steely eels, moving giants of whales
Go through unnoticed and insignificant towards the body
An ocean made from scratch,
From the droplets of cliches and carried away dreams
Private artworks, aging beauties
Glow and shine in the dusted corals
Stroll or cruise or swim or run
Melting images never gets tired
You rise up to lose the shine
You cover in sands of time to be found
When nothing is left in flesh and bones
In the caves of darkness brights the glowing water
Divided clean, sharp and chiseled
Lie the dirt from the diamonds
When the foreseen visitors of the faraway land
Come through for their life to unravel
They may see the dirt and go back to the surface
Or some may see the undying pictures
This ocean is made from scratch
From the unweighed souls and brought down egos.

Spot the Invisible - Poem

I have whispered through the thin air
To the breeze that never came
To throw away the words
For the distant beauties of mine
“Ten Thousand saw I at a glance” said Wordsworth
Ten is good enough
Their arrow straight eyes
Suddenly plummets the ground
Searching for the invisible spot
May be they will find it
If I help them
But why does it always
Fall in the same place
Where I walk away
Hey there, I am here
I shout within
Is it me
Yes it is
Presumptuous thoughts and deceptions
As I thought
For a change she did something different
She stared up.

Untitled - Poem

(Inspired by the above Photo taken by Barath. In Pic - Kishore holding his son)

The sweet stains of the saliva on my shoulders is still wet
He stares at the water with scare
Cuddled in my arms
I stare with scream inside my head
Unknown depth and invisible little characters
It might be warm or cold or just enough to rest in peace
Eerie but inviting
Years of walking over the unstable liquid
Only fears more
I stay smiled
For the hidden man in my arms
He seem to be proud of me
Hopes that I can conquer the vast mouth of this monster
The serenity is calmed by the shudder of the presence
Of the reflections of the flown sky
I smile at the terrorized face
It will be fine
You can stare but not step
But the real fun is to swim
Which I have missed so far
In losing myself in the gold of safe and comfort
I have been numbed
With the rhythm of the living vigour in you
Live for me if you will
Bury and sail through in this muddy gooey
Icky as it feels
Feel it without doubt
Till your last membrane of your stripped body
Plunge is the order I give you little prick
Painful as it is, you will thank me
From the mirage shores with your kin
Carrying the terror of mine in the eyes.