Zen 5

by Aashish Thakur

I ate your body
And slept happily
Hunger kills love.

Machinegun eyes

by Aashish Thakur

Love! No more old clichéd metaphor for you
This time demands something different
Something like veiled illumination
Something like stinking history books
Something that goes well with the packaged truth

And time says: we are not we
We are heads with price tags
Time says: we are not we
We are bloodstains
On the chest of the Earth
We are virgins
Drowning in our own blood

So I called your fingers: Dagger
I named your arms: Guns of tanks
And curve of your breast: The trajectory of an intercontinental missile

My love! In this time
Love becomes war
And war becomes way of living

I want you to
Keep staring at me
Because when anonymity becomes existence
Hope blooms in the death

Homeland is a distant dream

by Aashish Thakur

There is no one, other than you
Who think of you,
There are no memories, other than
Your own mirror image,
This loneliness is born out of infidelity
I found empty envelopes in my letter box
And you can find words running through my nerves
Now I can fill up the sky with verses
But beloved soil,
I have lost your address.

Meaning

by Aashish Thakur

I called a tree- ‘Tree’
Tree laughed,
And said-‘I am the wind’
I called the wind-‘Wind’
Wind smiled
And said- ‘I am the cloud’
Then I shout the name -’ Cloud’
I saw the lightning and thunder
Angry could said-‘ How dare you, I am the rain’
Then I asked the rain- ‘How are you river?’
After that, my legs never got dirty
And I never felt thirsty.

Summer

by Aashish Thakur

Summer is here
And sparrow is nowhere
Thousands of dry fingers
And a tree
Inside me
Heart, a lonely mountain
Eyes, a dry fountain
Inward opening windows
And a sky burned by sun,
And a thirsty well
Nothing to tell

Just dry poems
waiting for rain

Blank Page

by Aashish Thakur

Its empty gaze has depth of Pacific Ocean
And its vastness, reminds sky of its limit
It can embrace the Himalaya, The earth, all the oceans, galaxies, milky ways
Cosmos, cosmoses, universe, universes,
It can contain- the vacuum of loneliness, gravitation of love, forces of attraction,
Volcano of hatred, wind of hope, depth of soul, weight of marriage, bitterness of separation
lightness of freedom, smoothness of love, bewilderment of lust,
all our dark colored sins, white sins, and death, our hell, our heaven and our nirvana.
You can paint any color on it, except white
White on white doesn’t make any sense
But worst part is-
It stares you like a prostitute
The more you eat it, more you become hungry
And if you don’t;
You doubt on your own existence!

Memories

by Aashish Thakur

Peel them, like you are peeling an onion
Cut them, like you are cutting meat
Knead them, like you are kneading a soul
Tears don’t taste sweet…
But happiness lies in pain
Throw garbage in to the cosmos
Because heart cannot take much.

If only I can see the future

by Aashish Thakur

My tombstone will be blank or…?

Doesn’t interest me

But I want to see-

The falling sky and your departure

The invitation to spring and my happy lips

Doesn't count…

But I want to see-

The pain of the autumn, and your aging fingers

The dream of blurred boundaries

I can laugh on this joke, right here, right now,

But I want to see-

Exchanging of smiles by neighbours

And green grass, crushed only by children

Prostitute

by Aashish Thakur

Nobody dies from hunger here,

She is an everlasting meal,

So like a hog, people eat her

So like a dog, people lick her

Nobody ever lost path here

She is a joyride, safe and controlled

So like a pirate, people loot the boat

So like a pilot, people fly the plane

Nobody looses senses here

She is a bar of different kind

Where wine cups are filled with tears

And soul has so much to bear

But like a full moon, she shines from the pain,

and that crumpled bed sheet tells- all this affair is, nobody’s gain.

You and Me

by Aashish Thakur

And you said “window is not a window, it’s a door”
And I opened my heart,
Then you said “sky is an empty bowl, lets fill it with our love”
And we have done our prayers on bed
Then you said “some years don’t give birth to spring”
And like a fallen leaf, silently I sang the autumn
Then you said “the spirit of seed lies in its longing and pain”
And you walked away;
And then I said “what is falling on your palms, are my tears not the rain”

Priorities

by Aashish Thakur

If axe is your priority
Then forget the tree,
If you love honey
Then kills the bee
A lavish bed at home
Shared with many bodies
Can’t guarantee you happiness
Shadow is never a true companion
Yes, sun and moon exist
And flower and river too
And bullets and bombs too
And divorce and drugs too
But when somebody else pays for your shopping
You splurge like devil
(Plastic money is dangerous than nuclear bomb)
You know- “this mathematics of relationships”
And now you want to drink, wine divine
And what you are served
Is a cup full of blood,
Cheers!!!