Archive for June, 2013

will fish spawn upstream again

smiles scattered all the light i had conserved in my eyes in a flicker of moment the dams was breached the river had to flow the waves were free from the limits banks had imposed they touched, every breath unleashed as it was the sprinkling of smiles had beseeched the beavers to build the dam [...]

creeper grows

Will you let it go, The sprouts have to grow More you cling The tendril wind less Creeper grows Without climbing higher Leaving light to complain Why didn’t you just flow

Denial would not suffice

The lustre Of the sparkles Shining Around the source Of faltering words Distracts But also delivers The assurance that Denial would not suffice The spoonful cherries Can be tasted If the evening has aged enough And the morning star would not be visible On a cloudy forecast

And the words become butterfly

When two leaves fall off a branch About to break Because o f strong winds They it celebrate their deliverance A few moments before that of Shelter for so long But when one of it makes To your diary As a bookmark And reminds of the words That a Sufi saint wrote After his vows [...]

Leaves not shed anymore

The Old tree is not shedding leaves any more Rain has washed some of the stains On the broken glass The imprints of Tears Have evaporated a bit Aroma of tangential smiles Joy of healed blisters Healing balm of beautiful rays Of morning sun Will I be able to contain it Will it stay on

In search of sunlight

You can climb on many trees In search of sunlight You can sprinkle smiles To nurture many kites You can illuminate the dark alleys To be happy and bright You can You Can

Dutiful devotion

Purity of moments Can not be measured By making them monuments of arrogance Indifference And impatience Kindness flows When moments are not memorised But dissolved In the dutiful devotion

Follies of fortitude

Insistence on remembering Obliges one to not forget How will then forgivance be possible Without dissolving the follies Of fortitude How will we ever Be compassionate

A bit of stupidity

Why did you dig so deep That all the rainwater Got collected inside Good that the fishes Will bless you But the dried drain Outside Wouldn’t know Where to scatter floating seeds Of serenity Silence And a bit of stupidity

Fire inside

Gracefully I age On the banks of a dried river When forgotten promises don’t come to haunt, Transgressed fences don’t Argue, They merely Submit Nonchalantly, The responsibility follows But never enough The creeper can not replace the trunk of a tree The branches can perhaps bear The load of my dream tree house But when [...]