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No, the journey can not be abandoned
I had given a word
To craft a stone into
A sparkling diamond
I realise the tools now stand blunted
The strikes are not strong
But the promises have to be kept
Let us restore the faith
Of a bruised bridge
By making a confession
Of all the cracks
We did not want
To acknowledge in the mirror
Of soul

Floods last night
Swallowed a boat
Which had only a crack
But now
With all the strikes of a hammer
Had to swallow its pride
Succumb to the spate
What had been left to prove
The crest of caring
Foam
On the surface
Now seemed like a sandpaper
To the navigator
How will the boat be resurrected
How will shore
Retain its sanctity

All the dreams
Of crafting
A new being
Were
Now looking like a smoke screen
You did not have to
Trade
The trust
With tyranny of timidity
Reducing the concern
For creating a new being
Now into a simple sleight
Of a silly moment
When
Flow could not contain
And felt
Betrayed by the banks

May be the volcano
Was waiting To swallow
Pride of a mountain
And did it care,
If in the ash sputtered in the sky
There were claims
Of a lake
Showing
How much did it care
Like the feet of clay
Of a saint
Everything was demolished
All the lamps offered in the temple
Of the revered lake
Had been thrown away
Thrashed
In a minute
The mountain was defeated

I was here

And then I reached here

We’re you watching my steps
All in one life
One day
One moment
What happened
Does it require something to happen?

I waited at your door
In pain
For long
Praying that all
The pains be showered on me
If for no other reason
Then to assure me
That you care
But you continued to shower your love
Smiles and sometimes rather too richly
And that’s why
I m unsure
That you care

Think out of the box
She said
You are not getting to the point
I broke all the boxes
But there was no point
Still
May be the point had become
A large hole
Sucking all the pieces
Of broken boxes
Full of colours
Hopes and
Embraces-
unconditional
Non reciprocal

Suddenly
Canvas feeling a little shy
Admitted
He can’t contain the colours any more
I asked him why was he sad
For so long
Why did he stint in scattering colours
He whispered,
Colours were always there
Prism of patient love
Was missing
How could he have refracted colours
Otherwise

Equanimity is eluding me
Attachments are taking their toll
Finding it difficult to unhinge
The bonds are about to break
Just like the bow of angry Rishi
Who knows
Who will be punished
But the bow is likely to be broken

Lot of eyes which I drew
Were misread
May be because thy were moistened
And may be the sullen
Sadness hidden underneath
Caused the confusion
Not Any more
Glow in these eyes
Assures me
Sparkling lake will not destabilise your boat
Row it joyfully
Unhindered and reach the other end
Safe and sure