Finding Icarus (For Tyeb Mehta)

Icarus finds his wings again,

The falling, now paused, becomes flying again;

Beyond midnight, as the night turns to day,

Peace, finally settles on his brow again.


Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,

The new day dawns again;

As the rain washes the tears and the world,

Mars red, burnt umber and parchment white fill the canvas again.




Throbbing –Alive.

Spreading branches –Roots

Pushing –its limits



As if sprouting into –

Something else, self.

Touch of a Butterfly –A spark, frivolous.

Movement, dance

The cosmic beat –

Millisecond of enlightenment.

The withering flower

The setting Sun

Nirvana of everyday life



What about Infinity




A streak of white light

In the dark recesses of my mind,

Blinded, I hear…

A noise, a thud.

Again, again with every beat

A sound within, A pulse

Blending across

The soft membrane of the body.

Soft music, slightly building

Black, red, pink peach, yellow,

First sensations, warm

Floating and secure,

Separated from myself

By time and space.




The day meets the night,

As the Sun touches the Moon…

And the stars dance around

Amidst psychedelic clouds

Of purple, mauve and gold.

Where am I? What am I doing here?

Cracks, cobwebs and fairy dust

Wires, cables and tape

Ash, rubble and black roses,

Odds and ends, junk –

The leftovers from the yesteryears,

Mementos of a timeless memory

And an age forgotten

Before we became men




We are who we are,

But who are we, we know not

But we are who we are,

The Blind balanced monsters of the Idd

Stitching up the wounds of the soul

I prepare to go at it again

I sit, stand and lie down

I go round and round

Coming back to where I start

Again and again, it’s the same spot

Day by day, and in helpless nights

Watching the clouds pass me by

I think and I think

Wondering how it will all end

And then I think that first I should begin




You sit on your high and mighty throne

Of concrete metal and stone

Unperturbed, unmoved

Wise and confused…

What of us, the lesser beings

The commoners and the fools

Those who seek sustenance

And those who seek nothing at all?

What path leads you?

What path leads to you?

How many questions must be asked

For one answer?

How long is forever?

Dream III


The sun in the eyes is blinding,

The light, ripping and scorching

Baring the last vestiges of my soul,

Revealing the demons I nurture inside

I gaze at the light unflinchingly

With hope for retribution

Bitter, for I am not ready

I seek the darkness to hide myself

I feel the light betray me

The dark is dimming

Liquid light spills over to the shadows

Light of dawn cracks the sky

Shatters the illusion of night

The comfortable dark

Of womb and void

Is now naked and stark

Bright light of the world

And I find myself,

Alone in the light

Dream II


Passing a herd of flying baby pink elephants,

Dragons of fire and ice

A lake in the middle of nowhere

Of milk and honey and chocolate and coke

Marshmallow lotus

The bird is burning

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Here come the comedians

The jesters and the fools

A procession, a fair,

Fun and mirth are in the air

Beyond, the clouds are stirring,

Beware, the light is fading.

The drums start beating, thundering

And blend into the noise of war.

Soon, the gunmen shall arrive

The sound of their march drown

The jesters and the fools

The tents will be empty,

For all eternity

My world will succumb to the

Voices of reason

The phoenix has flown