Archive for May, 2014

By the storms

Almost all the footprints Had been erased By the storms The sand dunes didn’t keep the word, How could they But then covered By a comfortable cot Woven with grass ropes I could see some prints Now they will stay Intact for a while Till the setting sun Chooses to smile

why did u mix all the colours

dark halo bright yellow where is your aisle where are the paints why did you mix all the colours in the shadow of arms why feel lost why cry over the lost moon if we dont hold tenderness with care will we ever be blessed by the trust , even that you hesitate to share

tentacles of a tender touch

tentacles of a tender feel, touch, spirit suddenly grew thorns the sky was overcast with the caring clouds and then moon was shadowed at that moment the tentacles lost their purpose could not hold even a single ray tight

sprouts of surrenders

one after another all the castles of sand i built were swallowed by the furious waves as if the nest of waves that sea shore had wanted to build wasn’t suitable at all now that sprouts of surrenders have emerged dont trample these again grow, blossom move on

Blossom

Blossom o little flower, blossom, Sunshine is yours Whole sky is yours So what if a few clouds Don’t obey your commands You must generously Spread your aroma In the midst of storms Untenable norms Your own Unedifying forms Fly Blossom Grow

stains on my glasses

when a tired road started walking and a walker got tired when drops did not dry but the dried surface of water in your cup got wet storms in the cup with left over filtered coffee have caught up with my dreams busy proofreading the drafts but not fast enough why am i slow or [...]

Eroded lighthouse base

Bruises need not be counted They are not in currency any more Who tilts which oar how much Only a sinking boat knows Who else You have lost The ability To be surprised by the Goodness Of the sea in storm Be quiet Pay homage To a ship Anchoring for the moment In betrayed waters [...]

was it a raindrop

when whispers reached your ears you turned back to see if it was pliable reed singing the story that was buried under its roots or was it a raindrop that forgot to keep company with others of its kind in the clouds

a lone lily

a lone lilly in my garden is a testimony to the tears that irrigated all the cherries that are blooming now far away around a lake where i had walked when all the trees were in bloom but now a lone lilly is quietly helping me sustain my hope that other seedlings will not grudge [...]