Archive for February, 2014

Why wipe my glasses

One day You had wiped my glasses So that I could see clearly But Then I wished, These had remained fuzzy Is clarity always good Particularly When it shows the ambiguities And contradictions Even more clearly Let me keep My glasses hazy Fuzzy Ambiguous

Tendril is drying

When wind blew a little fast You came close Just like that But the tendrils didnot intertwine Though they needed support Desperately Creeper is free Tendril is drying You are happy And the wind is blowing rather slowly now Isn’t that what you wanted?

sole sign

sole sign of a glow inside the burning fire of determination to not shed red colour even if the sky is unable to remain blue

The river is contained

As if The water will carry The boat full of pebbles I collected While waiting For river in spate To cool down Now The river is contained Boat is floating But my oars are broken They are tied To the promises made By waves while settling down

Fuzziness can be frugal

Don’t be nice Just because There are compulsions Life must be lived truthfully Not pragmatically Of course One can’t be completely truthful But fuzziness Can be frugal


sparkling moments like beads in the necklace worn by you that night when stars went away on a holiday and the milky way wasnt milky as much as to show me the way out of abyss of nothingness but here i am rescued relieved and rejuvenated by a lightening

can we stay there

why do we climb a mountain only to come down cant we stay there drain us of the oxygen and then have a good excuse to bury ourselves there in the debris of smiles that were not

Unrepentant river

Sparkles in the solitary sky Unrepentant river Even the bank is not shy Flow Flow Flow Why do we ask, If bubbles have the permission To just fly Fly Fly Fly

Tears and a torn sky

Tears and a torn sky Wonder why The banality of truthfulness And covering of a mindful sigh Isn’t there a place undefined One doesn’t have to call Yours nor my Let us resolve To keep quiet No claim No right Flow will now stay its course Far away in the dark sky Tears and a [...]

A temple of tears

Walking over the same path Isn’t easy If the weeds have grown All along No, I will not clear the weeds The flowering herbs Must contain their dreams The path will remain unkept Someday A sweeper of sighs Will pass by this path Who knows then The stones will be cleaned The weeds will be [...]