makineedi's poetry

ROCKY GARDEN

The rocky garden…

Leisurely, wandering…
A chisel-
Greeting warmly…
Each and every rock!

Just for two strokes,
A rock has broken its heart!

For three strokes fainted other
For four strokes,
Indisposed, another!

Chisel’s search for a rock
That can withstand all of its strokes!

Voluntarily came a rock
And stood before

Patiently withstanding each stroke
Becoming giddy for each and each stroke
Stood stubborn and became an idol!

The rock that get one stroke
Has been trodden over by all the feet…

The rock that invited all strokes
Engraved as the feet worshiped!

The garden of the rocks
Illuminated as a temple!


IGNOMINY

The dirty infancy of adjacent hut
Came crawling across the muddy path
Becoming the speed-breaker
Annoyed the galloping bike!

The gulped infancy
While weeping aloud…
A sort of suffocation to the heart!

Alighted from the bike
Though longed
To appease taking into arms
Is it not ignominy?

Where that childhood gone
That has kept the piglet safe
At it’s mother
When it cried fallen backward
From its siblings;

Where it has gone?

That childhood is full of heart
This ignominy, a broken heart!

BANK OF NATURE

Who opened?
I don’t know…
Who is operating?
Nobody knows!

No matter the debit
How much it may be
The credit maintains
An omnipresent balance

I don’t know
Who is operating?
No need of a pass-book
No issue of cheque book
With a token of love eternal
Operated is the account!

But nobody know
Who is operating?

No question of buoyancy…
But, an eternal survival
Of happy buoyancy!
Sans discrepancy!!

In the Bank of Nature
All the creatures, big and small
Are surely the account-holders
Of joy-consuming treasures.

SMILE OF THE DREAMY LIPS…

Perches…
Folds its wings!

Slowly are drooped
as its folded wings…
Loaded with, the eye-lids!

The entire burden
Sounds like the noise of breath
while listening to the story!

The day-long jumps
Becomes the lengthy floating yawns…

Slowly slides
into the smile of dreamy lips!

Sans noise and trouble
Perches the sleep-bird!

IF THE SHADOW IS DEAD

Shadow-
The symbol of your existence!

Expanding horizontally and vertically
contracting shortly and narrowly…

Shadow tells,
You are alive
With thoughts and emotions!

It spreads your existence on
the surface of the earth!

Uniting with other shadow
your shadow increase now and then
And may take some other in
its fold suddenly.

As the decreasing shadow
with the progressing day
Along with the growing age
the childhood decrease and decrease-

As the short-shadowed adolescence
and as the dwarf success of youth...
It reaches underneath of your steps!

As the day progress still and still-
As the increasing
Relax of nerves and joints,
The deteriorating bloke blockheads …
As reaching the eve of Life
Increasing bit by bit
Become dark in the darkness.

The shadow dies-
Declaring the end of your life!

The shadow-
It’s the sign of your existence!

Shadow is your freedom
and it’s your imprisonment also…

If your shadow is dead-
Your freedom and imprisonment also die!

The shadow-
It’s the sign of your Life!
LOVE ARGUMENT

“It’ll be fruitful if you join me…
If not, yours is a lonely subsistence.”

“Truly…if I join you, it will be fruitful
if not, yours also would be a lone existence.”

Selfishness and Attachment
Argue with each other
Overwhelmingly!

“The nest of my heart-
Has an infinite area…
And has phantoms of depth…

It is ready for you!

So, you should come
And join me.”

Disliked by vogue argument
While entering with feigned billows…

Welcoming with a pat on head, uttered
The Selfishness of no boundaries-
“Your love is great for me
You come and join me.”

“How great is your love
That can’t cross the shore for me…
So, as a darling damsel
I reach you breaking my own banks”
Said the miles, miles and miles of flowing!

Answer-less, the Selfishness
Has filled its heart with the Attachment!