when light refuses to reflect
and the mirror of soul cracks
what do i do,
sit aside and observe
why the sounds did not any more echo
why on my breaths, amar bels grow
curiosity, concern, compassion and collaboration
when light refuses to reflect
and the mirror of soul cracks
what do i do,
sit aside and observe
why the sounds did not any more echo
why on my breaths, amar bels grow
harvester of waves
extractor of caves
from within the no man’s land
pulverizing memories
of roads abandoned
so that you can go on
even when no one mentions
why we do not have time to build pavements
when the road of life gets too crowded
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sanctuary of sighs, are u
why would one become a deity
or an apostle
when indulgence is so easy
and the aftermath bothers
only those who have carved
obelisks of every thought
that has failed to permeate their conscience
when wait turns into devotion,
the patience into perseverence
the tears dry leaving no trace
the memories take over every station
life then assumes a purpose
the flowers become fragrance
and the eyes a gateway to passion
for meanings, that are obscure today
but will change some thing on the way
when i will not be there any more
footprints will find difficult to endure
you will have to carry the missions forward
so what, if i wouldnot be able to call it absurd
when patches in quilt give way, what do you do
do you collect new patches, or
weave old one afresh
or just find a pretext for leaving them untended
eitherway, you are exposed
and if there is nothing to hide, does it matter
when tears were no more eloquent
the silences filled my room
and i sat quietly
you did not
ask me
i did not have to tell
why should words have to fill in
for the feelings that are better left
on the edge of a window sail
to dry up, or evaporate or
just burn up when sun is hot
and is not in rush
to set
do i play games with you, O Kaali
when you defy the rules of piety
become angry and only see my vanity
WHAT DO I TELL YOU,
look away and do not waste your compassion
my tears and toil are beyond your comprehension
why should i pray to you in solitude
how can you ignore my fortitude
i have decided to defy you again,
you may warn me, and tell me of pain
that I court time and again, and again
but do i therefor stop asking you to bestow your grace
you try your trusted ones, by embellishing their mace
with all the trials and tribulations
that one has to accept as a part of your compassion
wo kuchh thoda ab sthir sa hua hai
ek beh raha tha lawa
wo thoda ruka hai
tum parehsan mat hona
is upasak ki vedana se
isne tumhari archana mein
sab kuchh to tyag diya
lekin phir bhi kaal ka
pet kab bhara hai
bhukhe kaal ne
lagta hai meri asmita ko dasa hai
inzaar mat kaho, yeh kisee maksad ki talash hai
kaun kehta hai, manjil door nahin
bas yahin kahin aas paas hai
wo kaun hai, jisey apni shaqla
sheeshey main nahin nazar aati
unhe agar vaham hai, to bata do,
dar unhi ke chehrey par hota hai,
jinkey dil mein chhupi koi baat hai
khul kar jeena hi bas jeena hai,
koi shikayat kyun karey
kamion ki aur na dekhana meri
inke saath jeeney ka hosala hi to
teri ek sachhi saugat hai
If you are free, then why am i imprisoned
is this a trap
of foregone conclusions
about my place
and the duties it entails
or is it
just the excuse
for pursuing the waves
that have taken their toll
of banks
that waited
for river to come in spate
and then when it became a drought
of desires invain
river quietly vanished
leaving sand to be blown
away
as if, the winds will have
now their way