Recently, while Googling for my name (I do that sometimes ), I came across three poems that I had sent to boloji.com for publishing, way back in 2001. As I read them, now, I was immersed in nostalgia and had a very strong urge to capture them somewhere before I completely forgot about them. So, here goes:

Interlude

… because when I uttered an ephemeral expression…
…into the twilight of maelstrom…
I wondered whether it was here or there;
And it took me further than those anticipations
That I nurtured over a tiny duration – that which,
Blessed by chorus of silence
Wandered off the brook… whither here
Whither there?
Whither the realm of Paternal Benevolence?
Jeeny…!!!

Solid Waters

Now that which causes me
In my serenest solitude
The stir that brushes past
But nothing – and excavates
Only that, what may deem
An infiltration of a gentler
And unexpectedly ecstatic nature!
But now, I char down with life -
“No! Destruction is annihilated!”
So I bend low down, not in un-egotism
But in a claim of, what sees not
My eyes – Of what knows less
My mind – But of what takes over
My heart – But what a claim?
But what – claim?

Wolf!

To behold the sight …
When even despise froze down
As shadows of frozen peaks …
To speak of ethics
And torturous disdains …
Wherein multitude claims
To evaporate and rise
Into Vaults of Skies;
And the Edge of Grace
Stood still – where it was …
Only the lower base
Of sanctity rotated –
And perhaps, even collapsed!
Euthanasia, is, but extinct
And what Reigns
Is the raucous devil, and more …
When the indication
Is,
The morph of a pugnacious pugilist
INSIDE,
Even the serpent is not required!
Is specification needed
For the so-called deed resulting
Into so-called result?