Air ballooning to place called Honey Pot...

As i rememeber my feelings with a person i considered special
I find bliss and heaven...
Those moments are really sweet and fragrant as i discovered the honeypot within me
That spills around
Wetting the most saltiest person
I loved.

My feelings
And my perception
Reaches altogether two different horizon
As i perceive a mind full of cobwebs and hanging deadbodies of insects,
I get a shock and a horror
All the time...

But how easy it is
To switch of the mind
And jump into the honeypot again
As tge rain had sent an escalator and an air balloon....

Ashadhi- A missed monsoon

The new found greenery
That I perceive with a grey heart,
May say,
What a welcome...
As i smiled for half an hour
And brooded remembering
My rain !

In front of my eye
Like a magic in a dream
Within an hour
The roots of the creeper
must have found
New flow of water
And must have feasted
Down earth...

But my monsoon is belated
Or is suspended
And a long frozen winter has set in
As i sleep covered with a snow blanket
Still waiting for a blue sky
Soon to be covered with cloud
That rains...

I think
I will wake up
When i hear the sound of the rain...

Everyone smiles seeing you smile
A few can read the dewdrops in the corner of your eyes
And drums, singing raag ashadhi...

Ashadhi- A missed monsoon

Remembering A Mukesh Angadi/ The Wet Chatak

Remembering A Mukesh Angadi
& his joyous mind
Witnessing the first shower of rain
And a long pending wish for harvest...

Remembering A Mukesh Angadi who trembles and then roars with pressure
As the monsoon reaches it's station.

Remembering A Mukesh Angadi
With the soul of a farmer
That sings a tune
Quite closed to that of a 'wet chatak'


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Remembering A Mukesh Angadi
Who has left for nowhere
After my daughter...

Strangers with an old link

The morning is merry making
Though the night was a nightmare...
The guests have arrived in thousands
Their velvety, ashy tents are jammed with bags and baggages
And their unpack ac, installed now.

The air is strangely cool
Sensing this
Their is a houch pouch in bird colony that i can see
As i stepped outside my house and started a slow walk ...
Seeing me around the birds tried to communicate something that i failed to grasp
So they started singing an old forgotten song
Of a silver trout that started it's journey from the mountain to the ocean...
The trees without flower are still
Innumerable seeds under the earth awaiting for the great cover to slide
The song of the old fountain is alive in the air...
Any moment the show will be on.

Welcome guests
Feel at home
Says the expectant, greedy soil.
Kicking their heavy utensils
In deep slumber,
And awakening with its sound
The foreigners with giant heavy ashy, smoky bodies
Said- thank you
And perhaps they washed their face
And it rained...

Birds stopoed singing
Sitting very still now,
Their tiny bodies soaked with fresh sky water,
Which they dont mind...
They remebered
It had been so every year
The scorching heat of the Sun
Is a giagntic magnet
That pulls the pleasant murmur of the clouds
And Rain !

Airavat trumpets...
Indradev smiled as his chariots of thousand one black clouds
Glides quite close to the earth
Souls of the earth
Folded their hands
Showing joyous honour.

Everything silent
Only the rain sings now
Drip drip... triiip tupp.. tap...

Riverted Mother

Death, be not proud
There are people to pray
For stranger species even...

Death, be not proud
A King or Queen is lying
Breathing the last
Alone, half stiff counting the last few seconds....

Make a greean chariot
Take her or him up
And land in the desired place...
Convert my wishes into an escalator first
Tie some ribbons into it
Judging the length of the flight
The giant being has taken
In it's short stay...

Let it reach there
Where the white horses
stand awaiting, drinking
my choking feelings and calmness that i experienced
seeing the grandeur of creation
being seized by the eternal ruin...
Though i could not feel the pain of the creature completely
I sense something...
An air trapped,
trying to knock out.

Death do not be proud
Your ego might spoil everything
Be a mother reverted
Show your soft, velvety lap &
Take the soul
Silently, swiftly, humming a lullaby
Into the abode where no pain
No bitter sensation stays...
Cover the eyes,
the head...
Softly narrate a fairy tale
Hallucinate,
Hypnotize..
Let the being depart
The greeny leafy bed
I designed
In peace...
Without experiencing the severing of the unseen naval cord
Let the supersoul have a
drop of comapssaion as it's companion for the unknown journey...

Whisper
Do not fear
Into it's ear
And kiss...

Take it there
Where it can spread its wings
And fly towards the blue horizon ...

Death,
Be not proud
You have so many things to do
Like a doctor,
You have to say
Take it easy
Say, now.

I am your Chilka

I dream
I just touched your water submerged, wine dipped,
slender, lily-stem like arms....
And something in me
lifted up, flew... up ..up...
Before it could vanish away into the blue vacuum,
I saw,
It is a swan.

I dream often
With my eyes open
That cast upon our celestial home,
That hungs somewhere
In your leftover imaginations
And in my innermost precious chambers of the green ocean,
Where i feel my swan will come one day along with your swan
to sit, swim n murmur...

More often, air in me writes poem to you
& one shade of my soul
Go to the jungle to roam & sit n be lost...
Where You promised to gift me a fountain.
Sitting on the big stone near that spring, one leg half merged in the water..
I remember,
How i wanted,
with trembling arms circled around your neck,
I will cling feverishly to your shielding embrace,
as though you might leave me, and i would break.
my head pressed against your chest that expands like the sky and is bold like a mountain,
My breath broke with halting sobs, i feel flexible like
A child - beaten- hungry, back home...happy...
Then i lift up my face to see you and find the
glimmer in your eyes,
That i would frame in my mind,
And sink in the river of consciousness where you are a ocean and i am your Chilka!
Always one,
Half salted, half sweet...
Jayant