Catch me if you can

“When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall
Then how should I begin
To spit out the butt-ends of my days and ways?”
--- T.S.Eliot

I juggle with the masks
And throw in one I like.
Now you take your call
And scan if you can.

I’ll only chuckle
And juggle all the way.

Cast your nets
And set out the traps,
Try as you may
I’ll still fly away.

Anthem of the Dwarf

A figure haunts my weary dreams.

From the darkest pits of time
It slowly rises as in smoke
And gently waving pensive arms
Casts a thousand-questions glance.

Out of time I grope about
In the vacant room of dream
And watch the slide of pouring sands
Which scream and tell me what I lost.

Out of ashes drenched with tears
Rose the blooming golden moon
And begged me then with open arms
To leap into a hope of bliss.

Tangled all in rotten weeds
I could only fall and sigh.

Caught in clock, I trudge along
And queue-up for my rationed joy.

Christmas Thoughts

I wonder what he would do
When asked to forgive
A creature who had killed
Hundreds in a day
With endless hate
And thirst for more!

I wonder what miracle
He with his love will conjure
And heal the wounded souls,
Who, charred for life
With bloody loss
Have lost the faith to hope.

I wonder without answer.

I only hope he comes
And cleansing all our souls
Of roaring storms
Of hate and rage
Lifts our hearts to light and peace
As like sunlit clouds in May.

I hear your hollow laugh;
Somewhere back, another blast.

Shades of Red

How does it feel
To vomit into silence
Crimson sheets,
Laden with emotion,
Written in haste?

I know I should have thought
And asked it much before.

Silence swiftly volleys back
With all the force rejections pack.
Shrapnel-phrases spear through,
And leave a leaking rotting wretch,
Grimly painted all in red.

Count the slowly dying days
And wonder how I made,
With all the blood and sweat I have
My arrow bed in red.

A Moment

Bathed in shining morning joy
I lose myself in beauty’s bliss;
Away from all the hue and cry
Lost in spells of loveliness.

Shining like the sunlit dew
Fleeting moments whisper by,
And caught in web of silent art
Grow and glow in memory.

KITEFLIER

I wade across my muddy lanes
Trying hard to balance still
Weary bleeding halting steps
Who hear no more my fractured will.

Only I watch and count one by one
Magnificent kites that once had flown,
But now lie inert, here and there
Drenched in rain and broken in half.
Years of toil and glorious days
Swiftly pale to scornful laugh,
Of all who had flown but could not soar,
Happy to know the best is no more.

I steel my back and watch the brooding clouds
Awaiting the storm, to roar and pounce.

DARE I MEAN?

Just tell me bro
What do you know
Of coming back to dark rooms
Where the weary stillness looms
And the silence masticates
The stale air that suffocates?

Dance with the shadow
And play out the song.
Your call’s on hold
And the queue too long.