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999 Kaaali 71 What kind of faith they have then

the stirrings in the glass

will not matter any more

I have brewed the wine So strong

That you will have to partake it

And lose your sense of strong

Temper

Demons will need to be forgiven

So that a little angel

Can play with them

In heaven

And you will have to pardon the

Saints

Who worship you when

They should just be emptying

themselves of all hopes,

I pity those souls

Who seek to be blessed

Have they no sense of shame

What kind of faith they have

998 Kaaali 70 my way of getting even with you

I have bowed before your temple

Though I had no faith in your idols

You asked me why did I do it

And I thought, you will know

This was my way of getting even with you

More you dispossess me of the hopes

More I will pray and wish

You bestow your blessings

On all those who worship you

With deep faith

I will keep hoping that the blessed souls

Will scatter some surplus

My way

997  I will try to heal the hurt falcon

Will you split all the wood

We collected yesterday

Winter is at hand

And fire will have to be lit every day

When I am not around

You may need to remind the

Stove that it has a promise to keep

No matter how much snow falls outside,

It must keep you warm

I will  gather the dried  twigs

I will try to heal the hurt falcon

So that it recovers and picks all

The eggs of the mynah

That we so fondly fed

Every day outside our house

When we lived together

Now,  I am the

ash

in extinguished hearth

spread me in the garden, so that trees grow

tall, and you get enough wood

to keep you warm

in chilly night when

all memories have been pasted on the walls

of the hearth

to avoid losing the warmth

996  where no boat will come to pick you up

there have been only a few springs

when I missed the chance to pick flowers

in the garden to offer at the grave

Where we buried a part of us together

When we failed

To keep the lamp burning

In the night

So that ships could find their moorings

Anchor were dropped at the place

where no boat will come to pick you up

and you will go back

I have been used by the

Lighthouse guard

As the wick in the lamp

Whenever it rains

Tears from the leaking roof

He collects it and puts in the lamp

And I burn

To ensure that no other ships looses its way

995   Where from I stole all the light

I promised to paint very day

A portrait of my face

Turning unlike durion’s

better and younger

The hairs whitened a bit but

Sparkle in my eyes brightened

Where from I stole all the light

You asked

Me

And how could I tell you

That these sparkles were the reflections

Of your mischievous smiles

In a lake of lies

That we tell

When we are short of arguments

And dialogue becomes a casualty

Of the need to absorb

Silence  that smells just like

Your breaths

Ever and ever again

I smell those

And rejuvenate the spring

That every body said was going to dry

But it has more water now then ever before

Is it like a lamp

Which brightens before

It stops for ever

I pray, not

But you know, it is this which I have sought

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994 In a big room,  and with limited light

Have you seen those earrings

That did not fit alright

And u kept on twisting those

As if by turning them more, you will make these fit

Did not you know

That these  will be loosened

And then you would drop these ever so often

Asking me to help you search

It will

Provoke me some time,

we will have fun at other,

Some how

We find it every time, no matter where do you drop these

Why do we find these tiny screws

Ever and ever again

In a big room

And with limited light

Why

993 will see you soon

Will see you soon

When your son

Will bring a young soul

To chatter

And chirp

Steal sweets

And throw the Frisbee behind the bushes

Hide the watch in the pillow

And insist on buying the judo dress

Just as his father did

Without any intention to practice

Spin tales

And hurt himself when he would lose

The game

Let him cheat a little

This time, we do not wish to win the game

and

Lose him again

992 Do the doors open themselves

When u find walking

Alone not so easy

And when I am not around

Do the doors open themselves

When u enter the house

Holding the rails

Brown

And strong

Standing witness to the fall

That they have

Saved you from

And when clasped

991 Anonymous knowledge

When they shared with us their

Knowledge

Of dealing with the stars

That go astray

Without showing the way to the

Boats

Stolen from the womb of time

What do we tell them

When we find that knowledge very useful

In curing a whole generation

Of the disease of sleeplessness

Due to memories

Of the times

When stars lit brightly in the sky

And the rivers flowed

Overcoming all the rocks

That cane in the way

Singing the music of martyrs

Who died for keeping the flame of curiosity

Burning

Lest the world forgets

Why did they plant all the trees

under which we sing the lullabies they composed

Anonymously

Why would u go away

Why would u go away

Some time because the room is

Too little for two to be in,

And some time you love him so much

Being here would not be serve it

Any more,

No matter

How high is the score

Of  the riverside music

That flows through  shore

Unknown,

Why will you miss the boat

When it is the only one to

Take you there,

Do we care for a nest

On drying tree

So much

That we pour

our only cup of nectar at its feet,

why don’t we stint

when we are short of

the minimum change

that one needs to pay the fare,

and we just wait

for a wave

a big wave

that will lift us above

above, very high

and throw us away in the lap

of the hungry storms

starved of  love

for a long time