Cricket
Green grass with kites above
the wind made patterns in the clouds.
I lay gazing
in a dream-like high
was it a castle that I saw
or just a pattern in the sky
breathing deep the sun broke through
the dream was gone
but the feeling remained
and then I heard
faint then stronger
the cry of joy on a cricket ground
Sanjeev Chhiber
Copyright ©2004 Sanjeev Chhiber
Thursday, August 13, 2009
My lasting obsession
She left me burning
seething churning
only to return
to a charred wasteland of hope
black was my mood
blue my failing heart
the red blood within
congealed toothpaste
where will it go
my pain lined despair
etched on the bark
torn wretched nails
from white to grey
bluish purple
deep purple with swollen veins
turned crimson dyed indigo
a darkness within
tentacled spreading
occupying rooms
in the center of my soul
then she comes in
softly feather gentle
cold blue death
the final kiss
@2009
She left me burning
seething churning
only to return
to a charred wasteland of hope
black was my mood
blue my failing heart
the red blood within
congealed toothpaste
where will it go
my pain lined despair
etched on the bark
torn wretched nails
from white to grey
bluish purple
deep purple with swollen veins
turned crimson dyed indigo
a darkness within
tentacled spreading
occupying rooms
in the center of my soul
then she comes in
softly feather gentle
cold blue death
the final kiss
@2009
Blue ribbon
A blue ribbon floated into my window today
it was marked with green shadows
and was bordered by pale gray
in the center was a dot marked in ink
unsteady wavering
was the hand that held the pen I think
it smelled of lilac and faint vanilla musk
a small floating thread shook in the wind
like dried coconut husk
as you looked even closer
a small hole came through
probably a pin I thought or a metal brooch
it had come from the east the ribbon
it had flown in from the busy road
it seemed like a orphaned waif
with wolves at his throat
who had worn it whose chest it had adorned
or was it just tied loosely
around a fair maid’s throat
the sun went down I looked up to see
the clock had just struck nine
when I broke my reverie
examining the ribbon
was like giving it life
it seemed to glow now lustily
now mocking the neon light
it looked so different
in the night I thought
the hues changing subtly
melting like hoar
as it grew bolder
it started talking back
I am but a traveler it said
And am proud of every thread
Once I had flown through
a maelstrom full of ice
my soul almost died there
but I survived to fly
I have seen all seasons
All human emotions laid bare
Your life is but a ribbon
Floating flying in dense air
@SC ----17/04/2009
A blue ribbon floated into my window today
it was marked with green shadows
and was bordered by pale gray
in the center was a dot marked in ink
unsteady wavering
was the hand that held the pen I think
it smelled of lilac and faint vanilla musk
a small floating thread shook in the wind
like dried coconut husk
as you looked even closer
a small hole came through
probably a pin I thought or a metal brooch
it had come from the east the ribbon
it had flown in from the busy road
it seemed like a orphaned waif
with wolves at his throat
who had worn it whose chest it had adorned
or was it just tied loosely
around a fair maid’s throat
the sun went down I looked up to see
the clock had just struck nine
when I broke my reverie
examining the ribbon
was like giving it life
it seemed to glow now lustily
now mocking the neon light
it looked so different
in the night I thought
the hues changing subtly
melting like hoar
as it grew bolder
it started talking back
I am but a traveler it said
And am proud of every thread
Once I had flown through
a maelstrom full of ice
my soul almost died there
but I survived to fly
I have seen all seasons
All human emotions laid bare
Your life is but a ribbon
Floating flying in dense air
@SC ----17/04/2009
Rain
Jul 27, '06 2:57 AM
I walked through the desert
one misty pearly dawn
cool wind swirling
moist sand colored fawn
Sol came through shimmering
on the bleeding horizon
disdainfully he marched out
night into days prison
there was hope there was joy
also the birthing dread
he would heat the desert
and by miday we'd be dead
soon the taste of salt
touched my cracking lips
I wasnt crying
just sweating in strips
the sky so blue
the vultures so high
dunes all around me
tall parched and dry
sol's light snaked its fingers
into every goddamn hole
scooping out water
turning it to gold
vainly the gerbil
cowered in in a crevice deep
he would freeze there all day
not uttering a peep
as the heat kept mounting
with nary a cloud in the sky
all around me were creatures
left high and dry
my water bottle heated
beyond my thirsting hope
it seared and burnt
my aching arid throat
where is the maker
cried the children big and small
he has left us stranded
deserted full of gall
why didnt we live
on a glacier full of ice
we would have our hearts fill
and even leave some for the mice
where are the roses
where are the balls
where are the jasmine
magnolia scented malls
just sand sand sand
all around
you could have a built a castle
it would have kept coming down
just then there was thunder
and lightning streaked the sky
there was sounds of splashing
as the rain came visiting by
we sat on the heated
sandy parched malls
rubbed our eyes drily
and waited for the fall
there yonder lay the ocean
so acid full of brine
it was raining on the water
leaving us sandy people dry
Jul 27, '06 2:57 AM
I walked through the desert
one misty pearly dawn
cool wind swirling
moist sand colored fawn
Sol came through shimmering
on the bleeding horizon
disdainfully he marched out
night into days prison
there was hope there was joy
also the birthing dread
he would heat the desert
and by miday we'd be dead
soon the taste of salt
touched my cracking lips
I wasnt crying
just sweating in strips
the sky so blue
the vultures so high
dunes all around me
tall parched and dry
sol's light snaked its fingers
into every goddamn hole
scooping out water
turning it to gold
vainly the gerbil
cowered in in a crevice deep
he would freeze there all day
not uttering a peep
as the heat kept mounting
with nary a cloud in the sky
all around me were creatures
left high and dry
my water bottle heated
beyond my thirsting hope
it seared and burnt
my aching arid throat
where is the maker
cried the children big and small
he has left us stranded
deserted full of gall
why didnt we live
on a glacier full of ice
we would have our hearts fill
and even leave some for the mice
where are the roses
where are the balls
where are the jasmine
magnolia scented malls
just sand sand sand
all around
you could have a built a castle
it would have kept coming down
just then there was thunder
and lightning streaked the sky
there was sounds of splashing
as the rain came visiting by
we sat on the heated
sandy parched malls
rubbed our eyes drily
and waited for the fall
there yonder lay the ocean
so acid full of brine
it was raining on the water
leaving us sandy people dry
Death Apr 28, '06 5:17 AM
there was that time in October
when the sky turned blue again
nascent mist virgin and free
began playing games in my brain
through a smoked glass window
i saw the day bright and clear
brown leaves floating
azure blue sky so clear
a pang sudden and thoughtful
caressed gently my soul
happiness tinged with sorrow
wreathed around the posts of my every goal
it felt like heaven i thought
with jasmine scented airs
marigolds round pillors
magnolia scented hair
here then mocked the turtle
sated feted by endless shoals
we will be the greatest fin
to have ever swum in the fish bowl
eating oysters sipping wine
drinking juices of good times
playing games on a lark
not caring for the coming dark
the sun dipped down
and soon was night
there were unseen shadows
piercing left and right
then came the whisper
out from the void
icy cold freezing
at an insane boil
have a ball it said
have a sprightly blast
but one day , one bright day
I'll come for you at last
there was that time in October
when the sky turned blue again
nascent mist virgin and free
began playing games in my brain
through a smoked glass window
i saw the day bright and clear
brown leaves floating
azure blue sky so clear
a pang sudden and thoughtful
caressed gently my soul
happiness tinged with sorrow
wreathed around the posts of my every goal
it felt like heaven i thought
with jasmine scented airs
marigolds round pillors
magnolia scented hair
here then mocked the turtle
sated feted by endless shoals
we will be the greatest fin
to have ever swum in the fish bowl
eating oysters sipping wine
drinking juices of good times
playing games on a lark
not caring for the coming dark
the sun dipped down
and soon was night
there were unseen shadows
piercing left and right
then came the whisper
out from the void
icy cold freezing
at an insane boil
have a ball it said
have a sprightly blast
but one day , one bright day
I'll come for you at last
Winter Rain Jan 6, '06 1:58 AM
there was the cloud
which drifted by the road
picking up moisture
giving off hope
the parched land
with its mouseholes
looked up smiling
with its many souls
i shall be drenched
cried the brown hare
i will bathe in glory
my skin so fair
little further sat the wild hog
writing messages on his pet blog
who will see me and read my name
i do it to garner fame
shhh... shushed the green man
so full of bile
it doesnt matter what yu write
and how the time you while
the earth went on
at its fast space
circled the sun
with infinite grace
far away in the center
of the milky way
the black hole gnawed
eating away
and the cloud that was
now pregnant and swollen
full of raindrops
laced with pollen
it rained and rained
the whole dark night
the moon shone through
with its flickering light
how does it matter
cried the old damned muse
it has to end
it has to fuse
there was the cloud
which drifted by the road
picking up moisture
giving off hope
the parched land
with its mouseholes
looked up smiling
with its many souls
i shall be drenched
cried the brown hare
i will bathe in glory
my skin so fair
little further sat the wild hog
writing messages on his pet blog
who will see me and read my name
i do it to garner fame
shhh... shushed the green man
so full of bile
it doesnt matter what yu write
and how the time you while
the earth went on
at its fast space
circled the sun
with infinite grace
far away in the center
of the milky way
the black hole gnawed
eating away
and the cloud that was
now pregnant and swollen
full of raindrops
laced with pollen
it rained and rained
the whole dark night
the moon shone through
with its flickering light
how does it matter
cried the old damned muse
it has to end
it has to fuse
Darkness
betwixt the road and I
lies a fog miles deep
laden with sadness
it has kindness in heaps
it blinds gently
one from one's follies
garbs weaknesses
in shining black holly
dark ether of consciousness
dark powers of greed
white showers of wisdom
purple clouds of human creed
some times it slithers
and a sliver of pearly lights
creeps up in shivers
then goes out of sight
and we walk on
trudging painfully
on bruised corny legs
living on last dregs
misery o misery
life surrounds thee
sometimes a break of laughter
in tedious monotony
cant we all sit
and eat at the feast
sip the wine of rubies
die manfully
why do we struggle
to and fro at the shore
why are our oars
covered in bloody gore
but we have to go on I guess
and satisfy our peers
'cause a disease called life
has infected immortality
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Strays
This is the winter of my discontent. The time which comes creeping in with stealth in every man's life, making him reconsider the direction his chosen path is leading him.It is not about success or failure, or poverty or richness ,or happiness or misery.Rather it is about the image that one constructs so lovingly carefully in ones own private mirror.Then the distant shadow of the grim reaper though still far away in the far distance reminds one of the journey half done and unrequited and then a sigh escapes one's lips,...
Will I make it?
Will I etch the etchable on the smoked glass of life?
Or will I blow away like countless grains of sand unsung and forgotten?
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
My kind'a town
There is a town of
great black snakes
sooty high rises
greasy cakes
in the center
is a dome
full of cesars
like in rome
far and yonder
the artery flies
suits fancy cars
full of lies
in the east
lies the river
black polluted
raped sliver
fat cats slobber
in the south
frothing foaming
rich mouths
starving does the
beggar lie
outstretched hand
a wink sly
screaming sirens
pilot cars
parasites feeding
age no bar
cant we ever
find a man
decent healthy
without a plan
purring cats
eating bait
sated bated
lowly rate
afar a pagoda
a gleaming mosque
holy temples
shining dusk
men at prayer
pass you by
full of hate
full of rye
wheres the love
lovers frown
wheres the beauty
at sundown
bilious pious
on the throne
thats the city
we all own
great black snakes
sooty high rises
greasy cakes
in the center
is a dome
full of cesars
like in rome
far and yonder
the artery flies
suits fancy cars
full of lies
in the east
lies the river
black polluted
raped sliver
fat cats slobber
in the south
frothing foaming
rich mouths
starving does the
beggar lie
outstretched hand
a wink sly
screaming sirens
pilot cars
parasites feeding
age no bar
cant we ever
find a man
decent healthy
without a plan
purring cats
eating bait
sated bated
lowly rate
afar a pagoda
a gleaming mosque
holy temples
shining dusk
men at prayer
pass you by
full of hate
full of rye
wheres the love
lovers frown
wheres the beauty
at sundown
bilious pious
on the throne
thats the city
we all own
Walk Through My ID
Pebbles dancing,glistening sticky wet.
I walk through the cobwebs of confusion,
where am I,a question that always defeats me
And then I stand hands outstretched on the the misty mountain
exultant forces ripping out of my inner soul
I see the dark endless void
but also the shimmering light that pierces my ocean
Green leaves freshly washed sparkling bright
dark earth in mounds of dead souls
roads that lead on and on and on
yet they leave me full of hope
as i churn the new hopes and fears in my mind
as i think of what foes that i may face
as i push the devils down my throat
there is a wild dervish motion
Am i living or am dead
or it is just the pangs of
getting ready to be born
I walk through the cobwebs of confusion,
where am I,a question that always defeats me
And then I stand hands outstretched on the the misty mountain
exultant forces ripping out of my inner soul
I see the dark endless void
but also the shimmering light that pierces my ocean
Green leaves freshly washed sparkling bright
dark earth in mounds of dead souls
roads that lead on and on and on
yet they leave me full of hope
as i churn the new hopes and fears in my mind
as i think of what foes that i may face
as i push the devils down my throat
there is a wild dervish motion
Am i living or am dead
or it is just the pangs of
getting ready to be born
I Remember-A summer Dream
Slow trains
gentle moods as you slip off again
reverie for me that lasts summers
slow tumbling harsh drummers
hot gusts envelop you like a warm sleeve
then the rains you go drip drip drip
tracks of time always keep you going
dribbling dozing
slowly you feel the gentle breeze
lift moisture from your neck
the wind is hot and so is in motion
the rusty fan over your head
quick visions flit across
the great landscapes of your mind
great oceans roar in black and white
while demons dance in rhyme
is it only rock and roll
or is it just the blues
the whirling motion wakes you up
and you remember
gentle moods as you slip off again
reverie for me that lasts summers
slow tumbling harsh drummers
hot gusts envelop you like a warm sleeve
then the rains you go drip drip drip
tracks of time always keep you going
dribbling dozing
slowly you feel the gentle breeze
lift moisture from your neck
the wind is hot and so is in motion
the rusty fan over your head
quick visions flit across
the great landscapes of your mind
great oceans roar in black and white
while demons dance in rhyme
is it only rock and roll
or is it just the blues
the whirling motion wakes you up
and you remember
God
unfeeling he sits
stonyfaced uncaring
does he exist
or does he not
cold rigid death
climbing vines
devouring souls
ululating high
does he love you or me
or is it just a tool
to enslave
our feeble minds
long tailed birds
flowing wind
opalescent dew drops
on fresh grass
beautiful maidens
rosy lips
large fluttering eye
sseducing hips
pink snow on peaks
untouched by hand
purple lights
in no man's land
fresh breezes
jasmine highs
meadows rolling
onto the sea
golden sunsets
misty dusks
beating hearts
racing lust
shadows of the
lurking dark
casting light
in the human soul
is this the end
or just an illusion
God made
or just confusion?
stonyfaced uncaring
does he exist
or does he not
cold rigid death
climbing vines
devouring souls
ululating high
does he love you or me
or is it just a tool
to enslave
our feeble minds
long tailed birds
flowing wind
opalescent dew drops
on fresh grass
beautiful maidens
rosy lips
large fluttering eye
sseducing hips
pink snow on peaks
untouched by hand
purple lights
in no man's land
fresh breezes
jasmine highs
meadows rolling
onto the sea
golden sunsets
misty dusks
beating hearts
racing lust
shadows of the
lurking dark
casting light
in the human soul
is this the end
or just an illusion
God made
or just confusion?
Interval
A strange beginning
a tame end
sounds of mindless laughter
endless eddys
cold mornings full of hope
warm days and the dread of passing
stabs of unrequited love
dashed hopes unfulfilled ambitions
what then is life
one asked the Muse
it is a dream he replied
a vague dream of immortality
a tame end
sounds of mindless laughter
endless eddys
cold mornings full of hope
warm days and the dread of passing
stabs of unrequited love
dashed hopes unfulfilled ambitions
what then is life
one asked the Muse
it is a dream he replied
a vague dream of immortality
Escape
Home , home my friend
when I sleep cold and tired
dreaming of fallow fields
unspent fires
there comes the star
blue and warm
enters the bedroom of my mind
playing games
when I sleep cold and tired
dreaming of fallow fields
unspent fires
there comes the star
blue and warm
enters the bedroom of my mind
playing games
Crazy
There once in the land of thongs lived a thing.
It thought thought and thought and then tried to be a thong.
But the more it tried more it became a thing.
So it broke down and cried.
Seeing the only thing among the thongs distraught with sorrow the Muse descended from the Pale Star.
The Thongs on seeing the Muse in their midst organised a do.
But they forgot to invite the Thing so right at party time they found that there was no sign of the Muse.
So the Head of the Thongs got mighty worked up and deputed a posse of subordinate Thongs to find the Muse and fetch him for the do.
The posse caught up with the Muse by the side of the pearly stream watching the waves flowing up to the shining stars , every atom shining like the iridiscent glow of azure sunsets.But there was no sign of the Thing, it had ascended long ago.
It thought thought and thought and then tried to be a thong.
But the more it tried more it became a thing.
So it broke down and cried.
Seeing the only thing among the thongs distraught with sorrow the Muse descended from the Pale Star.
The Thongs on seeing the Muse in their midst organised a do.
But they forgot to invite the Thing so right at party time they found that there was no sign of the Muse.
So the Head of the Thongs got mighty worked up and deputed a posse of subordinate Thongs to find the Muse and fetch him for the do.
The posse caught up with the Muse by the side of the pearly stream watching the waves flowing up to the shining stars , every atom shining like the iridiscent glow of azure sunsets.But there was no sign of the Thing, it had ascended long ago.
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