Quarantine Republic

Leaving large forms
As the subtle deity
Enemy

Fighting for stigma
Incarnation of science

Weapons in hand
Mask in one
Sanitizer in one
Soap in one
One is medicine
One syringe
Vehicle ambulance

The hospital
Its temple
The ventilator and its altar
In all houses
The poojamuri of solitude
As a contact ban
Fasting,
Banquet banner,
Pleasure of the drug

Doctors are prophets
Nurses are priests
Administrative machinery
And its quorum

Like himself
Guarding his neighbor
Must be gods
That every one of them
Its a sacred book

Shake hands
The hug fell off
And kissing
Sociological testing
Hands on
Love it

Proclaim
To cut off the chain
Its a kneeling prayer

* Sivaprasad Palod *

Blank diary

Dreams, dreams
One after another,
The hunters,
Their assault
As if in pursuit ...
They set traps made
With the thread of
Bitter memories,
Crisscrossed with
Scars of depression
Hemmed with a
Net of disappointment
Glowing red
On its edges
Revealing a tinge
Of madness
They follow me,
Do they follow you too?
They tease,
They tear me inside,
Leaving me starved,
And wracked with pain.
They kill me slowly,
Their fingers choking,
Take even the
Breath out of each cell,
Their burning hunger
Branding my very soul,
Restless.
Sleep, my nemesis
None other than a prison
The harassment
Without cease
Does anybody hear my cries?
Does anybody feel my broken heart?
Dreams, senseless hunters
Tireless shooting
Their arrows spraying fire
They descend like comets
Burn till the end,
Which is right inside.
Blank are my diary pages
Dreadfully silent
I cannot escape
From the bite of my dreams
It is the fear,
The hatred that
Set in me their wrath
And I cannot find the exit way,
They keep me trapped.
As if in pursuit
One after another,
The hunters
Their constant assault,
Dreams, dreams .

LIFE

The direction the wind leads

It moves 

without hope 

The waves make it unusual

The stars look and feel

Lanterns do not give 

Any direction

Sea comes out of the platform 

Like tears from the soul

Through memories 

An isolated bird 

Sits on the stem 

Sings a sorrowful song 

The coast is 

Just distant dream

Nobody waits for it
It is in meditation of solitude

Life is a tiny boat
Which  lost its paddle

Graveyard

Standing beside a river

Hears a sob

From the heap of sand

The flow of river

As dead as a dodo

No song of rolling stones

Instead of fragrance of wild jasmine

Fusty air  spreads all where

In a midsummer night

Moon light searching

For a single drop to rest

Stars looks deep to see

The soul of river

From mountain to the sea

It is large Tomb

Where we cremated the river

Bridges crosses

Dams closes

Every drainage ends

All in the river heart

She is no more

She is now a monument

Of the spring we missed

In the dream

From the caves of memories

I fell her smile,
Breaths, touching ,

When I wake up

She vanishes

In a graveyard of all hopes

Street

 Streets

An eco system
Its arrival and departure
Tied together

Somewhere
Of its narrows
A new cry,
A mother gives birth
Somewhere
Out of its dark,
Screams escape
From the closed
Mouth of the hunters' trap ...
Somewhere it is flowered
Under an umbrella
Between two love birds
Stringed with the wings
Forgetting whole world
Somewhere it is blood
Riots between brothers
The global language of weapons
Blend together
It is a crowd
It is isolation
It is a garden of expectations
It is a graveyard of depressions
It is a raising slogan
It is fire
It is dense smoke of explosions
It is music,
The dance of mad butterflies,
Light and shadow ...

Raindrops

Up from the gloomy sky

Down to the waiting earth

Sometimes it is like tear drops

Of loving mother

Falling on the head of infant

Sometimes it is tear drops

Of the lover

To the cheek of beloved

Filled with rhythm of heartbeats

Sometimes it is cool

sometimes it is too hot

Many times it was like

crying little boy

Who lost his kite in wind

Many times it was a tune

From the lip of clouds

Meditating  green earth

Rain drops

Come to awake the seeds

Come to awake the spring back

Come to pat the Sparrow

Come to the lines of a poem

To make the garden of thoughts

CLOUDS

Looking to the sky
Sun masked by the clouds
Like memories by time

Looking to the sky
Clouds being dark
Like sorrows covering
Every smiles

Like a mother
They carry rain drops
In womb

Clouds hum the tune
Together the blowing wind,
Passes a loving kiss
With the mountain peak  

Clouds are like transient dreams
Bringing rainbows
Vanishing sudden

Clouds are like Angles
Sweeping the tears all where


Welcome oh clouds
Fill my heart with magic wings