Belong to the tree.. no more

Wilderness take me over
bury me between the thickest
blanketed by the dews

Wilderness take me over

from the hands of maurading breeze

to the silent flotsams by the cove

Wilderness take me over

as composed Autumn's song when I

swivel float to join fellow composts..

Seeking Buddha

A picture
of million leaves
in my head
with crafted veins
shaded green.
At it's center
upon a mound,
a calm, glowing someone sits.
The imagery and the tone changes
to barks, twigs
bubbles and smoke
in all, at its center
it is that someone I seek.
In all those forms, the formless
stays, smiling slight
at my form through
his besotted sight.
There's a
path that leads
to his foot side
by the mound
now obscured
by false beliefs
and likes, I know.
My knowledge of it
is like the candle
under the Sun
So bright and yet so dark,
I don't know where to begin...

Father and Son!

I.

I was smiled at, at last.
Shared the same moment of a
Lifeless rock that had violets grown
Between the crack, touched by
An insouciant breeze that makes
the rocks sway at the Violet's feet..

HIM

The light thrown at the pulpit
to spurt ethereal glow in to
dark smitten mausoleum called existence

He looked up into his father's eyes
and I lowered my eyes down
to catch the reflection of my father's Son
While the Time in-between sewed
this all with the moment when
I stared in to my father's eyes !

Whose Hero is he?

Home coming - A frenzy August fever

grapples all doubts to death

the joy felt, immeasurable, if not more,

fades like November's Sun

Duty calls and this time far,

away from August's pruning & desperate faces

Him, a Wasp caught in tarantula's spell

Yearnings eclipse the day

Noiseless cries mark the night

The distance, it chokes them Lovers throat.

(a letter arrives at the door step..finally..)

The separation has done its trick

Days on calendar hung on the far white wall flutters

From it slithers promises...

..as white lies.