My own precious INTERSTICE

 I don’t want anyone…even YOU

to come and reside in the space

throng the interstice……

which colours the perplexity

of my thought……sky.

My propensity such…..

I wanna, with your musings

reach heights much………

sans you around…..

for I desire….my fire---your eyes

to search my ken and bind

the unbound…….

with not your skin’s jostling

…..rejuvenating feel

even any attempt mine

to fill the pristine glory…

is merely internecine.

Still sometimes amidst all

noise I like the “stillness” of

your breathless “shylence” as a

constant for my “steely” thought

jottings start pouring then in

…………an instant.

Niceties wrapped in deep thoughts

give birth to so many unquenchable

longings---desire droplets so to say…..

Hey! “U” still show no signs

of retracting, with drawing back to

your own bower---

divorcing my “interstice”

cajoling my space devoid of your

heart’s warm pace…….

would I ever be able to meet

my pains’ pace, pen’s race.

You who reside……..

in that ivory tower now

leaving me to my own……

lost space, my interstice

minus you….all that is a slice

internecine……………….      

THE SEVEN EDGES

Eight fat pay cheques/checks

and nine raises………..

well orchestrated……..

and super fine praises

heaped on the young

shoulder corporate.

At any rate was he A

first rate climber….

(and) a big game hunter….

of the game of snake and ladder.

A perfect show host………

catering to the whims and fancies

of all the charming show-stopper(s).

Oh! What glamour…………..

was he surrounded by!

His magnanimity responded

to all get togethers………

and social bashes………

spreading stardust……

all THE way…….

Literati  thronged…….

Gliteratti serenaded

ate virtuality……….

from hands in reality…..

He and his smart card entry

made page-3 headlines

head hunters begged

for his company.

He in his Tuxedo

every week in a new hair-do

habituated to all polite cajoling

by starlets donning………

outfits tight….to be wooed

by his roving eyes…………….

And to woo…….

Oh! What charmed life….

having all incredulous

luxuriant(s) of all variant

from Porsche to Vertu…..

Rado to Rohit Bal……

all stand in attention

to take his call….

Life after all…..in

the fast lane….

a boon so easy for him…..

for all compatriots….

seemingly a bane.

For he has his razor’s edge

one of the edge……..

out of all seven……

rest of the six…..

He would meet….

in the heaven of

his own making………

for he is the real KING.

                                                                               

                                                VOCAL  VERIFICATIONS  OF  VOICELESS   SOUL *************************

Hey man, why don’t you think

that YOU and only you can

paint the horizon with a new hue

and save it from going berserk

and insane, attempt to color, coax

and cajole, pull from the brink

of seemingly endless disaster.

Your thought bubbles forming,

foaming cluster of new conceptions

waiting eagerly for finer inceptions

reposing all faith in your mind’s

reception, you who himself is

HIS new hue, an eternal clue…

May be, to glue reverberations

to breathings anew…each toddler

step that you take and will your

will in times to come when…

mountains move to make way

for your word-fountains, tens

of thousands of clapping

millions would then find

anticipation worth waiting

for your soulful mellifluous

and melodious verbalizing.

Nature in all her finery

in ethereal, endless glory

or fathomless fury…know

for sure, you have to ensure

all that is flurry of activities

of all eternal entities combined

as if pre-polished and re-refined.

Elements of thy heaven…..

come together to join when

you find your relentless ken

eyeing all that is flying.......

On 12.12.13    

Can cruelty ever be kind?

 You tell me kind

You call me cruel

I know,I have only

This tale to tell.

My mind moves

Soul swells

Daily and always

Fighting the same duels.

Your palpitations glide

On the thoroughfares

Of life….I know embarking

On my intellectual fuel.

You choose me or

You prefer to reject….

I know for sure

It’s my verbal infatuation

What had you…….

Like the effect.

If now, you so desire

That I, the penner

The keen kenner

Keep muted the

Celestial fire---

So be it, may I plead

My penning might

Not to release any ire

Just to please your

Lust-filled ken-longing

Not to bleed any soul-sweat

And to wait for that perpetual meet.                                                                 PENMAN

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2.For All of You

All my loves are spread in all of you

Even just before sometime

Had I so much anger

And droplets so very few

Do you all know, why?

How can you?

Because your love is

Of multiple hue

And I without any cue.

When I came to this firmament

I had then also thought

About my soul’s betterment

But then droplets were

Not there, nor were you.

All my emotions were

Also of different hue

Clamour and noise were

Jostling with the clouds.

Thoughtless thunders, turning

The chirping of birds into blunders.

Oh! My God, where were

You? The Heaven’s Lord….

Dying I was each moment

And were you busy

In your own firmament.

Was I not in the know

Of this terrible predicament?

Lullaby from the sky

Came all the way

Not knowing…in what

souI-mart was I trying

all my selling & buying!

I started my thought communion

With the unending expanse

You called sky, and the reply

Was  innumerable cloudlets

Which prayed to my soul-gates

And Lo and behold

There is didactic deluge.

Lord’s blessings

Changing all cursings

And now my kens

Devoid of all pains

Can bask in the glory

Of all your loves’

Pleasureful story.                         

                                                                                  ___________PENMAN