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A white hole

Don’t betray
The rays reflected in the lake of my tears
Please don’t

My trust,
Hopes and faith
Were floating in the lake

The boatman has given you
Access to all of the sky
When you wanted
But is there a place
Left for him to cry
When you will
Out of anger or frustration
Throw the oars
In the water?

a drop was about to fall
from the edge of infinity
etched in my eyes
but then it fell in your lap
in wait
like an unfolded oyster
not knowing
that pearls can not grow
when oysters remain open
to many drops
well
bless those drops

Fire was about to win,
suddenly there was a shower of compassion,
the sprouts overtook the desert
and greened it

NOW, I AM NOT SURE
if the breeze will flow
and the seeds will disperse
lest desert takes over again

holding in arms
the hope of a tendril
the breeze took over
then the storm became silent
silent

Colours can be meaningful
If the meanings are not colourful
Transparent canvases
Silent caresses
Of the morning dew
And a tendril still exploring

to embrace the quiet winds
broken twigs
fallen leaves
and may be some still to sprout
dreams

an eye for detail
is all that is needed
to notice the anger
underlying the frowns
on not finding any reason
for inertia and indolence
that brought the wave to shore
without wetting it

Nobody grows stolen flowers
For long
But today
Spring has sanctioned
A good bloom
Relish it
God forbid
Somebody picks this flower
From your garden too
Don’t worry
I will wipe your tears
And we will then pray
that new sprouts
In every garden
get all the sun light they deserve
is not that what we call solidarity,

today the tears you have sown
will irrigate some dormant seeds of hope and faith
and i hope these seeds will grow into a tree
under which even you will get shade
some day when you will need that

it was a sunny day
when we had met
then truthful rays were witness
of silence and smiles
but now when it is a bit cloudy,
why has truth become a casualty
why cant conversations be as earnest
as ever
why cant we build like an ant house
small cocooned shelter for shared verses

dont embrace me
loose ends will get tied
it will become difficult
to tell the falling stars to
get stitched in the scarf
that you gave me
full of a deep sky

go, stay there
far away from the fireplace
it might warm the cushion
that i will like to sleep on
when i am tired
and you are fresh
unsettled
confused and disoriented
so many pots were watered by you
to let flowers bloom
but none only for you,
so far
but things will change
try,

dont heave a sigh

like the filtered light rays
i was waiting for the rain
to wash the path
on which we were to walk
but then you slipped
broke your ankle
now we have to wait till plaster is off
and then we will walk again
slowly
hand in hand
singing songs of those
rays
which even without filters
washed our faces
but now they reflect
on the brim of the eyelids
covering moistened eyes

dont cry
i will not be able to contain all the tears
that will dry
eventually
and leaving their marks on your cheeks
washed with unfiltered rays
but reflecting still