Love shackle

I love you
so that I can shrink my world into you
then hold it close to my chest
tied in my love,
And feel safety of being in control?

Love as a shackle!
A bird in the cage, rather than in sky!
Feed it and take care of it,
Have to - for,
we become responsible for what we enslave.

-Pulastya

Loss of imagination

My exalted imagination
rejected every claim of true beauty
in the real world,
till, one day, it sees you and realises
it does exist in the world.

You are my imagination’s limit incarnated.....

There is a strange hopelessness and sense of loss
for poet in knowing that
what was a gift to only my imagination
exists in the real world too,
and my exclusivity on it is no more.

What is a poet who loses  ability to improve upon god’s creation......

With you only in my imagination
I felt strength and fulfilment of a poet-you were born of me,
now, with you in real world
I feel weak in my knees and deprivation of hungry-to make you of me.

That’s the thing about beauty:
in thought it blooms, and with it the thinker,
on touching it decays, and with it the touch.....

-Pulastya

On Ageing

A life is spent, or
a life well spent....?
Future,
or legacy....?
Into eternal darkness (death),
or away from darkness ( wisdom)....?
Or perhaps, a moment
When all of it is true- if truth exists...!
Or, perhaps, as it should be,
Ageing, a sublimation of life
into a fragrance:
a nothing that livens up everything.

-Pulastya

Thrill And Living

O bird of prey! I miss you,
For I never felt more alive
But when I was being hunted by you......

-Pulastya