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He is a good boy
Imaginative
Impulsive
And at times
Impatient
But
He is a very good boy
He will not care for any courtesy
Why hang it on your window
When
You have the courage to make love in the open
That’s how
He defines life
Unmindful of any rules
That come in the way
Of growing cacti
In the garden
Or flowers on the road
He is a very good boy
He is not sure
He has a heart
That is very pure
Never would wish
Bad to any one
But his mind
Weaves a carpet of threads
That are unhinged from long past
Worn-out
Soiled
Faded
But threads of a past
Some real
Some fake
He is
a very good boy
He loves his ma
Like no one would ever do
After a long time
He has begun
To dig the nursery
To sow the seedlings
Parsley
And tulips
Will he grow tulip
On the traffic lighting don’t know
Time will show
He is concerned
About the woes of the world
He cares too much
For the authentic witness
Of the judgment
That will be passed every day
And was passed earlier too
When he threw away the
Frisbee in the bush
And hid the jewels behind the cupboard
It didnt matter
What was done
It didn’t matter what was said
It didn’t matter what was lost
It didn’t matter
Who was hurt
He moved on
But didn’t
He comes back again and again
To that self
When he wrote a book
Blaming someone
Whose love he didn’t understand
But that is ok
He is a very good boy
Still
A Very good boy
No matter
How does he get entangled
In politics of whose unsettled battles
He is wasted sometimes a bit by bit
But he can regrow
Every cell of the tissue
Like menopausal blood
Of his mother
He loves regrowth
No matter of cacti in garden
And roses on the highway
He does not care
Cars burying the petals don’t scare
He is a brave boy
He is a very good boy

She was strong
She did not listen
Strength persisted
Till the argument was incomplete
Once over
It was like a ship
With punctured sails

Winds Could not carry
What was, an abandoned
Anchor
Don’t regret
Don’t dissipate
A big sea ahead
No sails
Wind too rough
Just swim
Till broken planks
Of the ship sail you through

…..

Broken planks
Are useful
Some times

…..
Waiting for a full
Ship
In turbulent waters
With
Punctured sails
Is like denying
The mission
To rescue a
Lost soul

……..

Sky is deep. And vast
Don’t cry
Wait
The celebration
Of Milky Way
Is about to begin
Be happy
The sky is deep
The drops of unwanted rain
Are not falling any more
Dint open your umbrella
Let me hold it for you

Before the sparkles
Were extinguished
The dark night
Declared
Truce
The meteorites will not fall any more
There will be no light
But search for omen
Will lead to invention
Of new rituals
I will not care
Bend a little
Smile a little
May your nights
Be lighted
When you work late

I didn’t know
The courtesies were dispensed with
But it is good
The journey
Will now be more meaningful
The posts on the way
Where horses need to take rest
And horseshoes need to be mended
Will be attended to by the caretakers
One doesn’t need to have insurance
Of wishes
Or prayers
The life is like a bead
With pearls of pensive moments
Woven into a quilt
Of threads torn out of old clothes
I m happy
You be happy too

purple is pure
old fort is ok
dont stand in front of it

it hides the look of the darkness
that i have begun to like
you reflect too much light

why not absorb a bit
wear dark
blue
or black
but then dont put a red scarf over it
lest it brings sparkle
and make the boundary burn in fire
whose lights attract the fireflies

touch was the truth
mountains did not worry
about slopes
on which you slid
why will they
they expected you to rise and climb
alone if you will
together with winds, if you prefer
but that is not the point

touch is not always the truth
when it is honest
when it is after a day long work
tiresome tears are not allowed to roll out
in honor of the guest
at the table
who is offered cold milk
and some biscuits
and a sandwich
but then it does not matter
does it
all the labour was wasted away
on the altars
you offered flowers
full of your prayers
what do i do
your prayers are getting answered
curses have become creative
verses
listen to them and sleep
you need rest now
i too

cacti are happy
thorns have got engaged with the red scarf
dont worry
dont throw it away
few blades of grass
have outgrown the painting on my wall
they are now thirsty
they need moisture
whose tears will irrigate them
do i know