Want to cry
In your arms
Said the little boy
To an old grandmother
Wondered the boy
Why he needed that embrace
Of abandoned joy
In a safety of sunshine
Moon rays
With no need to
Reflect on the pools of brine
In a salt workers farm
Windmills of hopes
Will run for you
So to ramps of approval
Of strong winds are
There
You dont care
You do
I know you do
But first write your script
And get your passport
To enter the world
Of wise fools
Of a bud to bloom
Will you miss me
Asked the old bird
In a cage
Of a conscience baked under dry sun
Will you miss me
Asked a butterfly
Humming
Hovering the flowers
About to wither and dry
But with so much to do
Wrapped shirt with fallen buttons
Uncreased kurtas with torn
Pockets
May be with a purpose
Losing purse
Will lighten my load
Of possessions I don’t need
And want to free my soul
But the communion
Of a creeper
Around an old trunk
Can rejuvenate the desire
Of a bud to bloom
Barked tree
Punctured leaves
Foggy walk
You say
It’s a circular path
To close the gap
Demanding a cover
Layers of caresses
Asked if this was right
To close the gap
Dig deep into the valleys
And sweep the floor of all the dust
Fallen from the walls
On which you hung your paintings of
Deep love
Unrecognised and uncelebrated
Just because moments were sought To be
Trapped
In safe vaults of memories
Now that I have been transformed
Erased of all memories
As if a washed beach
Is ready to be imprinted with
The embraces of waves
..
Should I quarantine
Your enclosure
Lest a storm breaks all boundaries
Again
And
Again
An abandoned kite
Don’t shout
Said the squirrel
I can hear
Even when you don’t say
But the frogs are going to create
The beautiful music of longing
In a rainy night
Crickets celebrate meeting with their kind
Now
Is my time to shout from the housetops
That I have found
An abandoned kite
Come and take it
Whoever wants
To fly in the sky
Laden with
My sighs
Of unmet sights
Lamp post so high
Don’t clap too hard
Adulations dig deep
Like a dagger with blunt edges
You can not imagine the pain
Of living under the light
Of a lamp post so high
So bright
So convex
And yet leaving dark patches of darkness
Within my heart
You can hide in this darkness
Unexplored
In awoken
From the slumber after a tiring day
From whom should I save myself
From whom should I save myself
Should I save at all
I thinks savings generate fear, you are afraid of losing what you save
I have no savings
I cnt lose anything
I m cured of fear
Am I
U tell me
To save myself
Ah,
Light is a betrayal
Cracks are inevitable
If the seed has to sprout
How else will coat give way
Darkness is a promise
Light is a betrayal
Unauthorised and yet pregnant
With meaning unexplored
silence is serene
silence is serene
dont shout, said the little bird
not knowing that she was shouting
why was she not listening to herself
the cleavages in the rocks of a steep climb
were deep enough
for a climber to fall in them
but small steps, slowly
prevented that
now, when cliff is near
why fear final assault
just go for it
just
go
for
it
just spread them around
broken cup
scattered reflections
a train detoured
morning welcomes birds
like every other day
but why is black myna so sullen
today
what is that which hasnt splashed
when you threw box of colours all around
why did not y clothes get splintered with colours
dont save me
dont save colours
just spread them around
what are the starts saying
What are the stars saying,
where are the chimes playing,
who is listening to the knocks on door,
who is keeping the temple clean?
Musings of a mountain,
play of a pheasant,
the wings were open,
where did the wind go?