respect boundaries

dont try to force open the doors closed

wait outside the temple and hope to be given some alms

but dont shout that god has been unkind to you,

He does not like to be told

that He can be wrong

why does  a person choose to be silent,

should not i then respect that silence,

if every such quiet valley is forced to be filled with sound of rivers or winds,

where will those birds  go

which need to hear only the flutter of wings or

where will those souls go,

which hear or

wish to hear just the flutter of eyelids

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mountains will not melt

but then galciers never had compassion,

nor did sun show any passion,

it is the fire flies of creativity

which can not live without innovation

that keep on flying

getting too close to sun,

getting burnt but without bequeathing any lesson

to next generation,

sowing a storm of fireflies, unstoppable and uncaringly

when the dry leaves fly way

and i just stare at them

slowly getting scattered with the wind,

some particles will get stuck in your hairs

some will pierce the thin partition

that separates the courtyard

from my inner room

having a loud speaker

on which music of yester years plays loudly

did i hurt you ever

even when you had sliced the time your own way

 i followed  all your commands till you decided

that i needed to swallow all the pride i had

but then i had nothing left,

what was i good for then

i still hope that miracles will happen

you will realize the folly of driving your car

by looking into the rear view mirror

or by taking cues from those  sitting in the rear

what do i do,

if i dont change my path

i will let you go in circles

without ever finding out the moorings

in your life,will i find my own  anchor

i think the time has come

to find our own ways to  move forward

but then hurting each other will not

make the journey joyful for any one of us\

why can not seeds shatter

fruits be allowed to wilt

and the island of our love be nurtured by both

as a testimony of the better days

when balloons started descending downwards
i jumped at them
wanted  to catch them,
i forgot that in the meanwhile
i had grown up
but why shoudl groing up mean\
not being able to catch
balloons

you grew a year more

without being in sync with our nature

without absorbing the generosity of time

which is testing our intentions and integrity

but then being in our thoughts and dreams,

can we forget even for a moment

how spending hardly  few minutes togther,

 is the price we have paid

for what near and dear ones's  consider

our due

meaningless are the meandering waves

so what if reflections in them are still focussed

on those stars which show me the way

in this dark  night

and propel the boat of my desires to

a shore shorn of their edges

will i  find shadows of silence some day

amidst all the crowd  

of creative urges

which propel me to epxlore and then

restrain me

like a wave which advances on shore

only to retreat and then advances again

like an oscillation

of  ossified desires