curiosity, concern, compassion and collaboration
mountains will not melt
but then galciers never had compassion,
nor did sun show any passion,
it is the fire flies of creativity
which can not live without innovation
that keep on flying
getting too close to sun,
getting burnt but without bequeathing any lesson
to next generation,
sowing a storm of fireflies, unstoppable and uncaringly
when the dry leaves fly way
and i just stare at them
slowly getting scattered with the wind,
some particles will get stuck in your hairs
some will pierce the thin partition
that separates the courtyard
from my inner room
having a loud speaker
on which music of yester years plays loudly
i still hope that miracles will happen
you will realize the folly of driving your car
by looking into the rear view mirror
or by taking cues from those sitting in the rear
what do i do,
if i dont change my path
i will let you go in circles
without ever finding out the moorings
in your life,will i find my own anchor
i think the time has come
to find our own ways to move forward
but then hurting each other will not
make the journey joyful for any one of us\
why can not seeds shatter
fruits be allowed to wilt
and the island of our love be nurtured by both
as a testimony of the better days
when balloons started descending downwards
i jumped at them
wanted to catch them,
i forgot that in the meanwhile
i had grown up
but why shoudl groing up mean\
not being able to catch
balloons
you grew a year more
without being in sync with our nature
without absorbing the generosity of time
which is testing our intentions and integrity
but then being in our thoughts and dreams,
can we forget even for a moment
how spending hardly few minutes togther,
is the price we have paid
for what near and dear ones's consider
our due
meaningless are the meandering waves
so what if reflections in them are still focussed
on those stars which show me the way
in this dark night
and propel the boat of my desires to
a shore shorn of their edges
will i find shadows of silence some day
amidst all the crowd
of creative urges
which propel me to epxlore and then
restrain me
like a wave which advances on shore
only to retreat and then advances again
like an oscillation
of ossified desires
when you removed my glasses and looked into my eyes
i did not have any reason
to hide my tears
verging to descend and roll on
but then you smiled
and i also smiled
swallowing my tears inside
i find it difficult to do so now,
why has the molten snow not flown away
glaciers have become lake
waiting for a quake to break free of their
banks
and flow
why do we wait for quakes to let these lakes be free of their banks