Transfiguration

Oh ! you think I’m definitely human,
May be my form gives inaccurate ideas.
The dolphin you found at the aquarium,
Zealously diving from sea to sky,
You never thought was me.

And one day vainly looking for me in my room,
You saw some snow flakes and half burnt furniture,
And heard faint echo of hissing fire.
Had you looked up at the sky then,
You could have glimpsed a dragon’s spiked tail,
Disappearing into the clouds.

Once when the noisy rolling shutters of the garage was pushed up,
A one horned rhinoceros nonchalantly stood there.
It was not that the dinner did not agree with you.

Now I sit curled up with pillows, my writing pad and pen,
Musing on my transfigurations.
Do not be surprised if you find a python,
Ruminating on my bed.

The defective poet

Confessed guilty of injustice to poetry,
I sit ruminating the pristine poems squandered away.
Honored that they chose me,
But still could not resist,
Painting their dreams in cheap colors,
And embarrassing them with a trumpet of hollow words.

Somewhere in the eagerness to impress,
And make a name,
I forgot to listen to their silent whisperings
And read their secret signs.

In a heavenly generosity they indulged my conceit,
But privately grieved probably,
Of someone who sat on the treasure chest,
And squabbled over nickels.