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if you were just to steal,
a few moments,
crime would have been lesser
but you sow them
in the deserts of desires
bury them in the lake of licenses
scatter them in the fields of fond hopes
and then these moments grow
like the seeds of calotropis
wind spreads them afar,
with immense possibilities
of shaping the world, at par,
a little by little, but without
changing any thing inside
the purity of core
a small island
which will not sink
when the sea water rises
am i not sure,
not sure?

What an accident
When a heart can no more cope
The life slips on a slope
And you realise the pain
That had remained frozen
Like a glacier
On a steep mountain
When a time is changed suddenly
The meanings are transformed
You no more mean the same
As you did
When trees flowered
The spring was effortlessly
Shadowing your steps
And then it happened
Heart of someone you loved
Didnt cope with
All the stress you have
When you can’t share
The peaks and the lows we all go through
The summer did not dissolve
But the storm still set in
Now I pray
O mother kaali
May you heal
The fractured paths
Promises and the pursuits
Let us all be sane
And true
To those who we care for
Ever
Always
Future safe

Every time
Every single time
I heard the music of your
Tears flowing down
The slopes of shrinking sky
I knew
I had to burn a fire
Of all the Left over letters I wrote
But never sent
To an address which
Dead letter office
Said, did not exist

When you are nowhere one goes
You have almost closed
The gate to that place,

The fire in the oven
The baked bread
The stale wine
And the roasted dreams
Of that shining armour
Which made the warrior lose

The war
Before one could even fight
Properly
The soldiers had found the cause
They fought for
Was actually not the one that deserved their
Iife
But life is all they have
Should it be wasted
Just like that
They have now surrendered
To the enemy
With in
The same dark night
Same light of the northern sky
Same silence
Buddha faced
When he left the palace
To discover the truth
And nirvana
The night of light
The stars growing on ground
The water climbing the mountain
The breeze wiping the tears
Off your eyes
………………

when night slips quietly into morning
she does not whisper
her arrival
who was awaiting always
outside my window, the moist breeze
which will not stop the moving curtains
and will not let dryness of my throat be hidden
i am in wait here, once again
stars are witness
to the serenity that prevails
outside my house now

the doors have been eaten away by termites
and the windows panes are broken
but the rod on which once curtains hung
is still there,

is still there

why is the silence so serene
why have you not knocked
on the door of emptiness so far

why are you searching the whispers
of wants that can not be expressed

are you afraid that desires become deified
if they are kept like that
on the altar of aspirations
for being just there
may be so
i am quiet
i am silent
i am also seeking
‘subtle sensitive and serene touch
of time that flows through your eyes

That day
The light fell just the right way
From the window sills
Illuminating the face on the side
You had shown me
Without any tear
Ever
But the other side did
Have the signs of dried tears
You couldn’t contain
How could you have

Oct 2&2 2011

O ma kaali
Why have you resolved
To extinguish the fire
In which I wanted to burn
Slowly
Rather smoulder
May be one day the
Stench of the half burned body
Would have reminded you
Of the virtue of raining
Your mercy
On the living corpses
What else is the
State of
All those who seek your attention
And only get the ambers
Hot red ambers
To ignite the fire
To purify oneself
Some day
U will accept
That the parts which burned
Were not the ones u wanted to preserve
Yet these were the fragments
Forgiven in the past
And thus ready to burn,
Once again

aarav
it is very strange
that your elders
see your future
in absence of wholesome kindness
graciousness and nurturance
some day you will know
that despite a river of flowing love
you were denied the access to its shores
but we will accept you always, no matter where you are
no matter what you are made to think

because you are a precious part of us

when i do ask you to come to my door
find an excuse
dont come,
stay away as far as possible
lest my devotion
prayers and submission
invoke your piety
you become compassionate O Ma Kaali
and then
grant my prayers
what will sustain my
inadequacy then
what will make me crazy
and how will
drops of dew
fertilize the
beds of devotion