THE ART WEEP

For each dishonoured sheet
Off her colouring book
Art weeps silently
You could hear it if you would

Curtailed by the sciences
And neurons of foreign minds
She remained an artist
Of the sub-conscious kind

Then one day, in time
The progress graph inclined
Her text books won the battle
Her poetry misplaced its rhyme

For two million year atoms travelled
To bring her poetry to life
While just in three torrid semesters
It no longer mattered a dime

-K.G.

PORNOGRAPHICS

I now remain a prisoner
Only in your imaginary confines
Timid, taut and nubile
In the pornographics of your mind

A wanderer made of cosmic star
On the outside, I am free
Same eyes, same scars
Just finally moving; non-stationary

I'm in between the sure blackness
And the definite of dear white
Here lies a colour I do not know
In shade of the undefined

The staple has been unclasped
My poetries fly across the air
You may now want to catch a few
But nothing remains anywhere

-K.G.

HOMELESS

I come from between
A million pages
From among a flood of words
I'm just four simple letters
I am what you call love

I creep into lives
Of those that miss
This healing strength of me
And sans any declarations
I happen to set you free

Ahead of the good
And lower than bad
A shapeless abstract; I remain
Twist me strong, hide me hard
But I will still prevail

I am the songs
The countless verses
Which human hearts beget
I am the only mistake
That you will never regret

I'm a homeless loner
Looking for some room
In the estates of this society
A silent agent of infinite power
A phase of sheer propriety

-K.G.

SWITCHED OFF

There is no charge, believe me
And I have lost my charger
All contacts lie secured
In this gift from my father

The memory stays intact
In every picture I saved
All the words in their place
That hand cannot erase 

I cannot call at my ease
My voice afar originates
While you dial from far away
A call you hope I will take

It is not the network, my love
This device can no longer do the job
The number that you're trying
Is currently switched off

-K.G.

UNTIL

Slipping through the eyes
Sleep paves way
And I leave you be
In a world behind my wake

A bookstore for our typicality
Or a cafe you like
A walk through the alien city
Or an ambience you decide

Arms in arms, syncing feet
What a terrific sight to see
Us against the setting sun
In a moment when time hadn't begun

I'm done with all the 'I', my love
I'm more a 'we' person now
So in dreams I let you be
Until another solemn vow

-K.G.

SHAPE

I only ask for a shape
Of the vivid feelings within
Too much to ask for, is it?
It was always about dimensions.

Consuming and discarding,
Rejecting and regarding.
A condescending lull of the eyes
Delivered just once; sustained forever

Who knows how the 'long' feels?
Does it experience differently
When an ache from the inside
Rises shortly and just won't die

How prolonged is a terror
For the apparently 'short'
Winding below like a gyre
And frozen in equal thought

How the 'flat' deals with a 'sharp'
When either mean no harm
Yet collide and corrode
In moments of worldly collision

So very shapeless and full of shame
Without a single definite name
To address the blunt honesty
That even civilisation could not tame

-K.G.