Don’t cry, my little shadow
When it is about to dawn
Laugh, love and like
All the smiles
That will shower
The path, in the morn,
Soak the dew
Even if It is always unsure
No matter, if the
Gates are closed
Walk steps, more, just a few
There will be a sign
And there might be lamp posts
Somebody will tell you,
Don’t worry, look for streams benign
And offer all wrinkles on your forehead
Into the lap of waves
What if I can not promise
The night has invited
All the fears
That roamed free on the branches so long
As if to nest them
In the garden of hopes
Stairs are dilapidated, don’t grudge them
Just walk on,
Love will pave the way, sure, it will
And you don’t have to stop
Because the stairs give way
Moth eaten woods of each step
Is too old now
Don’t try to slimb this way
Just fly into the arms of future
Like an eagle watchful of small bates
Far away
Scattered in the valleys of sacred crates
Of lamps, flowers and all the offerings
Devotees brought at your door
Go
Bless them,
Go, bless them
a swollen river
Aroma
Of a swollen river
Can make a ray of dim light
Lose its way
For a while
But then
Wrinkles on the curtain
Tied too tightly
To let the light come in
Will not unfold
You can wait on the other side of
The window
And hope to catch a glimpse
Of fading shadows of a
Lamp
About to extinguish
Don’t breathe faster
A small thrust will
Declare darkness
In this small room
of the tendril
There are many drops
That have not fallen
And they cling on the edge
Of the tendril
Of tears still
Will u like to sip them
The solitude will accompany
The silent journey of theirs
And no echo will be heard
Will you still
Like to stay on course
When the light has abandoned this path
And I am not able to
Hold any hand
Any longer
Scaled palms can not comfort
You deserve better,
Go away, go away,
Go
Far away
shooting star
Don’t chase the shooting star
Milky way is too far
And the ash of last burned star
Has still not been digested by the creepers
In my garden
Why do you wish to await the next star
Losing its way
Don’t look for them in my eyes
These are wet
For so long
Tears refuse to dry
Will you like to cling to the sparkles
In the sullen sky
deep into the forest
Deep into the forest
I lost my way
And amidst moist breeze
And the crackling sound of dry leaves
I heard a whisper
Slowly unleashing a storm
Of silences
Springing from a whirpool
In the placid lake
I kept sitting on the bank
Hoping it to subside
But it took over the entire sky
Leaving no ray
Cut through the haze
That Engulfed me
I am wet
The silence is not cut
And the night is still
I still
Don’t know the way
But then way has become
The jungle
No body walked on it for so long after all
when the curtains were still
when the curtains were still
and the wind blew hesitatingly
why did you knock again
knowing that door is very feebly hinged
once opened, it may not close easily again
and then every thing will be turned
upside down
wind does not blow gently any more
miracles do happen
a friend opened the door of this site to me, remarkable stories, but then i have always believed, miracles do happen that is only way, may be also a way, we TRust HIm
met a BEE on the way home, recently
an algerian born French entrepreneur, Jehade Belamri into manufacturing engineering machines, and few minutes into a taxi, taking us at 10pm to our respective hotels near railway station, lille; i discover that he not has a honey bee on his card and his company is bee.fr
out of all the people in the conference, Let us Dare, France, only one person was to come in my life, with bee as the name of the company, and great believer in bee philosophy, thanks to its reference in Holy Quran “”
Your Lord revealed to the bees: “Build dwellings in the mountains and the trees, and also in the structures which men erect. Then eat from every kind of fruit and travel the paths of your Lord, which have been made easy for you to follow.” From inside them comes a drink of varying colours, containing healing for mankind. There is certainly a Sign in that for people who reflect. (Qur’an, 16:68-69)””
why not just sink then
swollen river
squeezed the little space that existed
between dry tall rocks
guarding the gate of
a dry, famished garden
and made its way
flooding all the edges
of the indifferent passes
now, wait
till flood recedes
or let me learn to swim
but both seem not possible just now
why not just sink
then
A new memoryless world
Even if the black stone
Has not become a
shivaling to adore
Worship
Or embrace,
The dance of destruction,
Creation or sustaining
These desires
Has not yet begun,
May be you will choose
A new deity
Who is more kind
More merciful
More patient
With pleadings of an advocate
Determined to win the case
No matter how tired is the judge
Or how weird is the wiring in his brain
no matter how fickle is the resolution
Of the shiva
You will still make the claim
Dissolving the rocks
Diluting the poison
He is holding in his neck
And hope that
Shiva will forget
The resolution
Leave the land
Churning of sea
Lest emerges the nectar and e prison again
No
He would not do it
And you will not give up
Let us hope
A new time is born
A new Scale
A new memoryless world
Don’t steal the surprise
Sept 13 2
Don’t steal the surprise
It is true
I haven’t seen, the glue
Which keeps your desire
So strongly navigated by the crew
Of the ship sailing to shore far
Amidst waves not knowing
How to swirl
In the deep eyes
Of a whorl