“DISCOURSE”

Your eyes are beautiful!

I said…

It’s illusion of your eyes!

She said…

Your hairs are cloudy black!

I said…

There is darkness in your mind!

She Said…

You are the center of my imagination!

I said…

I am out of periphery!

She said…

You are the factorization of my emotional being!

I said…

You have forgotten mathematics!

She said…

I am in Love with you!

 I said…

Then I will say it importunateness!

She said…

Don’t you Love me!

I almost clamored and eyes were wet.

And for my Love she became dumb forever. 

“GENERATION GAP”

Some years back 
Dad got me about 
Half score of homologous bottles 
Spilt with paint 
Thick and viscous 
Batter of their soul 
Overthrown, and all over my heart 
Treading with 
Heavy feet of imaginative phrase. 

Mom designed 
A pair of paint brush 
From the pile of 
Dried China-Rose shrub. 
Both of them found some canvas 
Murky, misty and smeared in dole 
Slept from years 
Inside the dark of an ageing chest. 

They inspirited me 
To enjoy fauvism and paint anything--- 
Anything beautiful and distortion free. 
I scribbled 
Many a thick lines, 
They laughed on it 
Kissed my forehead more often 
Ageing beside me and beneath their thought. 

Crept the days 
Evolving in me, 
Bottles condensed less ordinary viscous 
More darken tint. 
I wanted colours of my transient choice 
But the bottles two decades old 
Emerged a bone of passive contention. 

One day dad mentioned a pastoral calm 
That night I painted a huge boxing ring. 
Mom wished, plush blue bedroom 
And a waterfall 
Tranquil and sombre. 
I painted a semi-dark casino 
And a big asteroid falling on earth, 
Hitting a chopper. 

She clamoured for a frame 
Breathing in breast 
And sleeping in a pair of 
Rosy lips. 
I emerged with hunting lion 
And scavenging vultures. 

It was the height of 
Unsatisfying discontentment 
When I painted 
A robust black horse 
Fast and furious 
Strong and determined, 
While they had requested 
For A red holy Cow 
Feeding her calf. 

A few days before 
They had a treaty 
To hold the fort 
Command in a high shrill voice 
To paint a donkey, tame and stake. 

I painted a phoenix 
With the head of an eagle 
And torso of a panther 
Limbs of an orang-utan 
And feet of a squid. 

And they burnt the canvas 
In a fit of rage 
Broken all brushes 
Disposed of all emulsions 
In the deep of a sewer. 

Annoyed and torched 
I made a canvas 
From the skin of my zeal 
Allowed few ounce of blood 
To leave the arteries 
And I painted their voice 
A red holy Cow 
With her calf of their choice. 

In the same rebel night 
The cow broke the stake 
And absconded with her calf 
And my parents 
Who went for a search 
Are still missing with 
Their deceptive laugh.

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“DEFEAT”

No one could take away

My right to Love

And the strength

Originated from that

                         ……. Love!

God reflected his beauty

From her body

From her presence,

Constrained with

                           …….boundaries!

I could see his defeat who was

Standing like a guilty

Near the fence,

And head down….

                             …….Limitation!

Where my soul hovers

With the Love that always wins,

Which I created.

And with the body that always loses,

                        ……..Which he created!