when the rivers are asking for banks to bend

when the rivers are asking for banks to bend

so that they can overflow

and fill the tanks

that are dry for long

quench the thirst of fields beyond

you may not forget

your prmise to blend

with the sea of hope and aspirations of many

who did not have the privelege of overflowing

and stayed here waiting for the banks to bend

when anger makes you helpless

when anger makes you helpless

you can not but think of but  revenge

think of me, o Kaali, who will faithfully be ready

to be sacrificed at your altar

and whose blood will wash your feet

donot then show karuna

and convert the drops

of my blood into flowers

whose fragrance will fuel your anger one moment

and impel you to embrace me the next

when a seed is sown

when a seed is sown

do we bother whose seed it is

earth claims it

plants that have withered away

are not even around to submit their say

and the ploughman just opens the furrow

how do i tell you, o wind

whether you should  bring clouds

now or later

when you even do not know

warmth of whose heart will propel you

in which direction

among many branches that you had

among many branches that you had

i could have perched on any

but could i

i needed to be there alone

but the tree is not mine, nor the sky

i fly but even wings are not mine

they have their own limits

but not my heart

i can be there above and around you

for ever

no matter

if the tree lives or dies

you did not ask

you did not ask, if you are right or wrong, when life became a journey into deep woods of nothingness, you did not need to be reminded that way ahead could  end up in lake, from where one may never come back,

drowning in this lake is not worse than  floating alive on the surface,

did i feel pain

when i did not feel others’  pain, was it because i had become engrossed in my own pain, can my pain ever be more deeper than that of others about whom i care,

do you wish me to remember

do you wish me to remember

why the dust rises so often  now a days

when you come back

and gets into your eyes

you rub your eyes and despite all warning

persist

as if the dust will come out

worried about hurting the lids

over the deep gazes

but then you have often hurt yourself

do not do it again

will you let dust settle till some tears wash them away

when the swans dont dance

when teh swans dont dance

but the waves get into a trance

who bothers, who waits

but for some one, the ship seldom sails

when the waves are placid,

the tubulence invites

and anxiety placates

and she thinks, its all waste

tantrums have lost their edge

but the winter bites

sweater you gave is not warm enough

may be i should take a cold water bath

instead of fighting cold, i should  assimilate it,

is that why you are volcanic, asked the boat

what could  have wave said,

she smiled and moved towards the other shore

the change that i forgot to keep track of, is on us,

the change that i forgot to keep track of, is on us,

the storm has passed

but when you were standing in the doorway

i was wondering

if it is like the rain that occures in spurts

some times on , some times off, but the drizzle continues

i am not wet, though it rained whole night

i was standing under the tree

which has sheltered me always

every time when

i have needed the shade,