truths are many
not just one
and not always the right one confronts us
in the mirror
but truth must prevail
so what if
mirror gets cracked
Open sky
Open sky
Closed gates
Temple bells are ringing
I am coming
—
and when i did come
the bells stopped
deity had walked out of the temple
and i stood still, not
knowing what to do
then the blessings showered
i turned into a stone
dont deny
dont deny the dust
its rightful place
in my eyes
lungs and may be in the entire envelop
in which meanings of my life are hidden
dont deny dust
its rightful place
In a bowl of salt
What?
Marks of A cats paw
In a bowl of salt
What?
Should the ship halt?
What?
Marks of A cats paw
In a bowl of salt
What?
Flowers on the edge
Tenderly row the boat
A puncture in the mast
What?
Why is energy less
You punctured the tube
To see if drainage
Of energy
Will
Sap the spirit
Now that it has
Hasn’t the experiment been proved
tea without spice
tired eyes
heavy voice
hopeful spirit
a tea lacking spice
May be
Empty bottel
Floating sea weeds
Fumes
Of an extinguished fire
Is that all to it
May be
so what, if the branches of this tree are naked
so what
if my branches are naked
having shed all leaves
are not they more earnest
in holding the clouds
which wind is eager to take away
when we need to walk
on paths to goals, far beyond
what we can see today,
do we seek guarantee that
clouds will not behave erratically
if they do, they will
one can not impose discipline on winds
clouds
and their shadows
at sunset
in which aroma of withering leaves gets mixed
and i wish to sleep then
under this tree
so what if its branches are naked…
snail, swallowed by a wave
does it matter whether wave embraces the shore
or vice versa?
asked the snail on the shore
before she could answer
a wave swallowed her
i hope to be a snail
soon
but then i will not ask the question any more
i will just hope to be swallowed
not sure
standing on the precipice
you can
tilt the seesaw
and enjoy the cries of the child
on the top end
but you know
he is safe and will be brought down
but will you go up
too
not sure
play
keep on playing the game
krishna plays
with flute and the breeze that
blows his way
some day it will flow my way too
