Remains of the Search

Ages have past
many chapters of history have been read and unread.
In the silence of death
the mortal remains search for its soul.

Another day is gone
all the hopes gradually sleeps into coma,
darkness is in rapid proliferation
gives once again invitation to dream,
and to free float in the pool of tears.


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Published in The Journal of the Poetry Society (India), New Delhi Vol-12, No.1, Summer-2001

AMONG THE PYRAMIDS

Stumbling across the chronicle of life

six hundred fifty years ago 

I met you first in the desert of Egypt.

There in my dream I wrote my first poem,

as rhythmic as the symmetry of Pyramids, 

as mysterious as the great sleep of Mummies. 

Overwhelmed history has destroyed every proof.

Now there is no mark of your smile, 

nor is there any trace of your fear. 

None of the portrait is on the walls of the Pyramids, 

not a broken piece of bangle remained behind,

for further course of excavation.

Crude history has well accomplished its role. 

The breath of a long dream has cut small. 

Thus made me to wander among the Pyramids 

to unveil the camouflage over your history. 

 * * * Published in The Journal of Indian Writing in English (Vol.29, January 2001, No.1), Gulbarga and in the Newspaper The Asian Age (30th July’ 2000), India.