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did i know
why your violent anger
did not hurt me so much
as your kindness
perhaps the soul
needs to be simmered
not solaced
O Kali, you are in perpetual anger
have you lost all that you loved
or is it
that you never could love
never

do not wait for autumn, leaves have fallen already

why are you upset

the silly reasons of heart

have no say in the changing seasons

just wait,

and ask

if it was a drought

will your thirst for few drops

of nectar hav been quenched

why not then soak yourself in the rain

who knows, when will sky become stingy

what will sum up the vain search,
dark eyes and desires of darker hairs will not
dilute my love
said the Kali
to timeless spirit of demon
always struggling to assert
possess and not leave
the tightly held
embrace of eager yet impatient
designs
of a dead tree
trunk of it was old
wrinkled bark
had cracked
but then under its shade
few flowers could still bloom
and the birds chirp
what if
there was no one with whom
one could sip
the nectare of moon
deserted by the loss of gravity
where has gone all its shine
why is it silent
have clouds devoured
the sap
of rain drops

why do purple leaves look shriveled today

have you ben missingthe breeze

that you befriended not knowing

that it can not stay with you

why are you quiet

shrunken

and so still

why has the news

of clouds not raining this year

made you ill

already

whenever
one would ask
the spoon in the cup
of tea
if it will radiate
all the heat away
like ever before
may be
may be one actually wishes
it says
or shall it say
no, i just am a bridge
between what was
what is and what can not be

mera kya kahun
yeh hi kaafi nahin
ki thoda hans leta hun
apni bebasi par
bina shikayat,
thoda ruk kar
ek mandir ke saamney
chandan thoda ghis leta hun
phir kiskey maathey par lagaun
kya farak padta hai
har dard ko
apni bahon mein
aur jor se
thoda jakad leta hun

-journey of devotion

when i started

to walk

i did not know

hor far will i be able to come

without losing your aroma

it took me long

to realize that your smell

in my breaths is a promise

you extract from every devotee

how else you so generously

grant the wishes of seekers

of truth, compassion and love

all journeys begin with you

but why do not they end with you too

while wrapping you

with a thread

i strteched it too hard

i was trying to be frugal

i lost the end

today when you shiver in cold

i do not know

whether to ask you

to shrink

or let me stretch the thread

may be sit on the steps
of a temple
and be quiet
who knows which whiff  of the air
may bring old sweet smiles
talks and the murmurs of hers
back in front of your eyes
before the mundainities take over
and suppress
the bud of hopeful
smile
that  would spring now
may be not
from the debris of desires
that she left unfulfilled

will u bear with cold tonight

or just wither away

shrivel

and withdraw

your spirit

and then die

i can cover you

with a shawl

kashmiri shawl

ensure that your leaves do not fall

but then every one who passes by will know

i tried to hide but
and could not  restrain

had to ultimately show

the whims of wasps

taht go close to light

and then do not ever come back