once again,
i crossed over the fence
but do i regret the crossover
not this time,
but still crossing leaves footprints
and then water gets filled in those prints
because it is raining
have to try to let the fence grow a bit more
crossing over may become a bit more difficult
will the gardner on the other side
let fence grow tall
or will he prune it
like ever before?
dont know,
but do i want to know
death to deadlines
i sentence death to all deadlines
hang till they die
why do you let them live
and make the world spin
in reckless drive
why cant we patiently weave
a silken shawl
on a hand loom
with weft of joy and warp of gloom
Of a tired tear, and a guilty gaze
don’t trade the moments
I tell myself
Just lie down
Or stand still
Don’t renew the contract
Of a tired tear
And a guilty gaze,
Why would you
Then steer clear of the bushes
Wanting to entangle you
Carelessly
Just like that
Without a purpose
But a lot of passion,
Is it to remind you
That there are seeds
Buried inside
In a corner of grain bin
Wanting to sprout
Wanting to sprout
Don’t put out
Don’t put out
The fire within
Soaked in silly reasons
A lot to do
But only if you don’t put me under deadlines
I will decorate the settings
Of what I write
But will I not labour on the meanings
Don’t abandon the island
I plead
But by then
I have been promised cool
Breeze
Filtered by your hairs
Soaked in silly reasons
Moody and meandering
……………..
Of intimate inertia
Why should the curtains
Be wrinkled so much
Have I not opened the window
For long
Cobwebs remind me
Of intimate inertia
The aroma of breaths
The tingles inside the mouth
The senselessness in the feet
And unwillingness to open the eyes
But cobwebs are deceptive
They are not
Filtering
All the breeze
Which comes through another curtain
Torn
Threads holding on still
But hanging without a purpose
Don’t remind me
Of a promise to live in a moment
Good food
Books
Rains and the walk
I have surrendered my passport
I have been asked to leave the land
I m off to a milky way
Misty moist and meaningless
if reflections stay
does it matter, if reflections stay
what images they contain
and which ideas they sway?
whenever the boundaries have retained
the abstract of an essay
the meanings have escaped obscurity
the silence has absorbed serenity
when discipline is disguise
when discipline is disguise,
desires a precipice,
the meanings are soluble,
efforts effervescent,
should we not pause……
evade the mirror
thank you mother Kaali
u answered my prayer
there was no easy way
to swallow my pride
and accept my defeat
but now i have accepted it
i know that
only in the moments
of complete betrayal
can i ever imagine the
limits to which i can
evade the mirror
collecting fallen coal
when a train passed by
the whiff of air
swept the hairs of a lady working
nearby collecting fallen coals
from the engine
her face got coloured while moving those hairs away
by hands black with soot
dont wipe such marks on my face too,
every time
i sweep
your hairs
i wonder
if i will leave some marks
behind
dont fall, dont
Dont fall
off the clifff
who knows
how many delicately balanced edges
of stones will fall with you
carrying the unblossomed dreams of the saplings on the way
and then tearing open
the sutures
by which you had sewn
the wombs of worried
mornings