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WHEN THE SLEIGHT OF HAND WAS CAUGHT

the games i played

to lose and lose again and again

became apparent to you

when you found the tricks i tried

to lose in life

now that you know

i do not intend to win any  more

will u tell me

why did you let me loose everytime

when i am returnng from office

at this hour

when the devotees have started singing hymns

in prayer to god

and you, o wind seem in rush

pl stop for

a while

and pause

let her hairs be still

lest she finds

one more reason for tying them

ho will u fight her then

when no hair will be found in the soup
the kitchen will not be

on unrest

let her keep her hairs loose

let some of them part company

and join you

where will the waves go
the banks are eroded
and the sand does not shine any more
rays rebound
the smiles abound
and yet the pain has a few games to score

every storm -passes
so does the day into  night
but then some things stay still,
the stars which only fade away when sun
insists on taking all the space
but once it is tired
they have a chance to say
their part
in the play
who knows the end
why should one know the end
next is the moment
which will embrace the
fires, untold, unfelt, unseen

fear of being found out
in love with my reflection
i broke the mirror
but with many more images now around me, scattered
all over, i had realized
i was not afraid
of my reflections
nor of the pain
of finding out so many variants
i was actually afraid
of finding in me, the truth
of Your presence

when out of generosity, tomorrow eats today

the moments are saved and the era gives way

whatever happened to the basic faith we lack
why do people get annoyed, when mirrors  crack

how do we reconcile, why rays are stronger than the sun

when do feel, what did we give, when was our job done

be the road, not the destination

said the priest

sitting on the road side

for weeks

meditating and praying quietly

but the flow of the river

will not stop

no matter how much you try and hope

let me the boat

without oars

let waves rule the time,

and let light wear a meaning sublime

baton ka jikra kyun, shabdo ki fikra kyun

mausam yeh maun ka hai,

awaz ka intzaar kyun

jab hriday swayam bolta hai

FELL ON THE GROUND

THE BRANCHES COULD NOT CONTAIN

THE FURY OF LONE,

SO RARELY FOUND

AMONG THE BIRDS,
THAT SELDOM FLY together,

and yet leave

scars of their

seduction

on the back of the saint

lost for so long

in his deep

meditation

TUMNEY MAUN LIYA, SHABDO KO TAUL LIYA

JO BHI THA SWARTH,  MAN MAEIN GHAUL LIYA

THODA YADI SOCHA HOTA, YADON  KO NA KAUSA HOTA

JO BHI THA BHEETAR DARD

USI KO MAAN SACH, MERI NISTHA KA YEH MAUL KIYA!!