Cloud And Sky

and below that blue

and then the pale yellow sunlight

then red like fire

like a furnace

and finally the world

this is my morning

how the day is so silent

like someone sleeping

and I look and wait

for it to wake

some giant creature

of air

is it desire

that burns and cools

is it all in my mind

I wonder

and then

I think of death

closest of companions

and then the world slowly wakes

the windows open

and I smile.

I Feel Stuffed

inside all this grey

and can’t get out

all the way from the sky

to this bed where I’m sitting

small unthinking

staring at the buildings

insignificant

empty

and you know how it is

when nothing matters

so there the sky stays

in all its greys

and here I am

still trying to

figure out

the whole thing

writing all this down

in my house

while outside

two vehicle horns

go off musically at

short intervals

and then I begin

to feel a little better

and shortly after that

there is this crow

in the distance

its hazy caw caw

caw caw caw

five times before fading

makes me happy

and while silence

now returns

and the world

comes back to itself

once again

the train horn blows

and writing about this

is really making me

feel good

and as I now look

at the sky

I notice it has

completely changed colour

it is this beautiful blue

in so many shades

spread out till my view

would allow

and through this

there is now

light shining.

 

The above poem is from my third book The Branches (2015).

O Sky Of Blues

O moon rolling like a ball

O buildings with windows staring

O million feet walking

O insane traffic

O gutters of Bombay

O gods in temples churches and mosques

O mad cellphones ringing

O screechy loudspeakers in slums

O pigeons on parapets cooing

O lovers in gardens

O grain of sand on the beach

O clothes fluttering in the wind

O flies at garbage dumps

O junkies on the street

O packed trains shuttling

O silent streetlights

O people buying groceries

O food that I eat

O water that I drink

O breath that I breathe

O words of this poem

tell me what I am looking for.

 

The above poem first appeared in my second collection Circling the Sky (2013).