Wednesday, December 26, 2012


 birds hold breath as
 a lone soul cracks mystic-frost. 
winter feigns, again

written for Haiku heights

Sunday, December 16, 2012


shadows at noon calm 
as  kites cut loose,yearn
for  hearths  of life 

written for haiku heights 

Wednesday, December 12, 2012


Cosmic thorn ...breaches self

and cries - in her touch 

a lullaby is born 

Friday, December 07, 2012

Storm three strokes 

Winds insane weave
dreams of destruction
unmasked is life

Rain drops fall
to maim .. to undo
life ....yet.. fertile

Clouds breathe life
in gentle steps- life
returns home 

Written for Haiku Heights 

Monday, December 03, 2012


ತಾಯ್ತನವು ಕಣ್ಣೀರ ಹನಿಯಾಗಿ 
ಮಗುವಿನ  ನಗುವಾಯ್ತು ....ಹಾಯಾಗಿ 

Saturday, December 01, 2012

Desert ... and.... Heat

Sand moves  and becomes time
Time hours minutes and seconds... moments
Who says ....Time is frozen?
Who says ...Time waits?

Moments .....
Neither true .. nor ... False
Neither weak ... nor .. Strong..
Moments are moments....
grains of sand
that move....

a daze fills my self....
getting lost .....slowly 
steadily....grain by grain 
Letters meet and become words 
the heart feels the heat 
of the desert .....
I feel life ....not fertile ... not ...  barren 
I yearn for the morning sun 
the chirping cricket of the night pristine...
the first drop of rain....
just like the tribe....
of grains ... of sand...

Come my love .....
come out... of moments.....
of my yearnings and desires.....
of  the heat.. of being barren...
of the moistness of .. being fertile...
Speak my love.....
in my years of solitude....
in to my heart....
where every moment.. waits
only for you .
and time....
is infinite......and immobile....

Friday, June 01, 2012

Monday, May 21, 2012

Saturday, May 19, 2012

The song of Anjaan Peer - Dance

What am I doing 
men and women , 
boys in mere loin cloth ask me
Ask the cloud I say 
it is white and full of wisdom
For it moves not on the will of its own 
For it pours rain not on the will of its own
I am the cloud I dance
being not  of my own 

Why do I dance 
men and women
boys in mere loin cloth ask me
Their eyes are full of wonder
Ask the wave .. I say
It goes up and goes down 
For the ocean  is filled with wave and the wave is filled by  the ocean 
For who fills the ocean  also makes the waves
I am the wave I hold peace
in my bosom and in my womb
is my being .. not of my own 

Why do I hold peace
men and women 
boys in mere  loin cloth ask me
Their mouths are open and their look up towards the sky
Ask the tree I say 
For the tree holds the food for its young
and water for its newborn 
For it holds dreams for the earth ....and life for the cattle
not a claim is claimed.. not a voice is heard
in my dwelling my home...peace
is the being .... out of my own 

what else can I do  I ask myself ?
as I settle down by the tea pot
to behold peace ... to be a tree.. to dance .. to be a wave ...
to hold dreams for the earth ... and life for the living..
to be a boy with only a loin cloth ..and to fill the eyes with wonder as they live..

To long for you my  Maula....
is no less human ...
For you to reach out to...
is no less divine...

Friday, May 18, 2012


the masked
are  many - The one who 
peels bleeds ..bliss


the mask is 
felt as seasons play
rain drops wait


make me a
man out of nothing
tear my mask


People are
only a mask apart
sworn by skin

Written for haiku heights
prompt mask

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Song of Anjaan Peer : Ecstasy

Is it a journey.....

into a land of no land

no time...

no space..

I am no longer aware....

not that I  choose to be so ..

what is being unaware..

when you are every where.

Out of me... and inside.

with in and with out..

Is it foolish then....

to yearn for you 

in the form .....

of the spoken word

or the sound of the breath

or even silence..

as I walk...

this solitude

I find.... my self 

searching for that one ....east

where I  shall find the sun rising...

or that .. one ...whisper from the bosom of mountains

make me awake....

I am devoid of directions....

and in this being.... I become

a Darvesh....

St 1. questions.

St 2. expanding awareness. 

St 3 yearning for physical manifestation.....aum/prana/mauna.

St.4....the search..

St a 5...the simplicity of becoming.....

the last word..... the being

around a cool corner

Here .... I touch  ...
the....moist.. its not ...
actually its feels... like a stone .....
life less.....motion less and time less.....all of which
is not me.......
You tell me......its all over....and give it back ......the kiss
for the life in ur hand......and you dont talk.... you dont dont allow me to...

I begin to close my eyes.... and hold the cold palms on my face to wipe
the sweat......of fear.... of loosing you....for ever....
Thats the moment......I know...again... that  love is true
I know that to loose no fiction....
its real......
the rock speaks.... the truth and only the truth... and in nights of may some ...

.stones arent supposed to be cool

Strangers... we were... and 
in tru love strangers we became......

Thursday, May 10, 2012

The song of Anjaan Peer - I miss you

May be .. it is ... the wine  
Truth is intoxicating too
And so is your love
as I move from the mundane
come along ...o .my
I walk......your life  ....and breathe ......your wisdom

O my maula
why  come into a life
as a dream...... be real.... be a vision...
in flesh and bones, in  sweat and in breath
Should I  wait for you to come .. into  my life.. when 
I know I am the one your bosom...
sacred and keep me alive....and  so I live

why  pick a fight
that you have no desire to endure
why  loose a fight
that you have already won
What do I say to you ... I wonder
In my stillness you stay...... as the silence
In my wonder you remain as.......the present

Why you had to go?
and where did you go?
I grow old by the hour....yet
the times of my life appear frozen
and framed ...the leaf that fell
and the butterfly that flapped.... its wings
were real........indeed  the timeless waves reach out...
Restless... I am my sleep ... you are the relentlessness.. of my dream

O my maula
to which world you dissappeared
and from which world you came...will I ever know ?
I dont know ...and I dont even care for it sometimes
The world... this one ... or that .... or any other 
are all replete....just with a few moments of togetherness
just as ....a full moon caught ....... in a mirror
anointed..... untouched

Anjaan Peer = Unknown mystic....


by the hour
the girl calls- tears in
her own  earth

her own earth
dampness scorched -clay feet
she knows not

she knows not
the night and the day
darkness stays

darkness stays
dreams  run down bruised cheeks
yet she smiles

yet she smiles
yet  she plays  the swing 
time of life

written for haiku heights
Prompt :Hour 

Monday, April 30, 2012


spice it up 
moment by moment
zest lives life

April challenge 
Prompt : Zest

Sunday, April 29, 2012


unknown smiles anew
insane mind breeds the vast
words of fire cut ice 

April challenge
Prompt : poets choice - insanity

Friday, April 27, 2012


tempted to the core
old rummy  -on  the rocks
leaves of change grow green 

April challenge
Prompt: Temptation

Thursday, April 26, 2012


do re mi
from all and  to  none
step by step

April challenge
Prompt : Melody

Wednesday, April 25, 2012


in the nook of mind 
she hides, kismet  - children live 
the swing in solitude 

April challenge
prompt; kismet

Tuesday, April 24, 2012


famished mosquitoes
yearn  in darkness - bliss is to
 sneak in here and now  

April Challenge
Prompt: Bliss

Monday, April 23, 2012


In your eyes were hymns 
held unlaced- blossoms of may
mesmerized in beats

April Challenge
Prompt: Mesmerized

Sunday, April 22, 2012


Dedicated to the  rendering of
'fields of gold'

Today the music
begins - here and now I lie 
in stillness  , you breathe

you breathe
the song of silence
ice melts

kiss earth 


april challenge
prompt: Still

Friday, April 20, 2012


Man is a 
apes dont cry

April challenge
Prompt: serendipity


Earth lies low
renovation is
on the cards

April Challenge 
Haiku heights
Prompt: Renovation

Wednesday, April 18, 2012


Hum the sound
of bliss- be my bee,
moment bared

moment bared
lives give birth -honey,
you breathe me

april challenge
prompt: honeybee


a white lie
 is what I sell - life
shade grey..though

April challenge
Prompt :White

Tuesday, April 17, 2012


the   mundane
pedals  life  - wonder
is my self 

April challenge
Prompt: wonder

Monday, April 16, 2012


frozen moments as
 whispers  ravish time-breathe  your
being into mine

April Challenge 
Prompt: Being