when the swirling river decided
to take a turn less
and flow
towards the hill
i realized
the time to wake up
the tide had turned
why be reminded
that tide had turned
jis aam ke ped ke neechey kabhi kheley they
jis aam ke ped ke neechey kabhi kheley they
us se aaj aam girey
bahut girey, aandhi tej thi
aaam ke taney tanik najuk they
lekein main unhey utha nahin paya
jaise hi kadam badayey
laga unki seemon ke par ug aayey
wo badti gayi
main simatata gaya
ab dosti ke din yaad kar raha hun
tumhari shakhaon par kab baur aayey
iski prateeksha mein pal pal gin raha hun
why do we deflect the rays
why do we deflect the rays
from the surface of our soul
as if we are impermeable
let the light pass through
all that we hold inside
so that it cuts through the maze of illusions
we do not have to hold any thing
inside
which can not be shared outside
one task less to do
did i scatter the stones just like that
i had piled them
for so long from the path that you walked on
lest they lead you to fall
and hurt yourself
but then my right to collect even the stones
from your path
has been taken away form me today
am i lighter
one task less to do
but one burden more to bear
has the time to call truce come
has the time to call truce come,
asked the fire
in the heart of a forest
when winds were blowing fast
and fire was spreading far
the lake could not keep quiet
she asked the forset, as to why did it fear the fire now
why had it grown so dense
why did it love intimacy so much
should not it pay the price
but then suddenly wind stopped
fire was extinguished
it rained
rained heavily
the tears of untired sky
whose heart was filled with remorse
of resigned aloofness,
could not be contained
why will there be truce now
The most satisfying thing in life is to have been able to give a large part of one’s self to others. Chardin
The most satisfying thing in life is to have been able to give a large part of one’s self to others.
Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
man will discover fire
“Someday after mastering winds, waves, tides and gravity, we shall harness the energies of love. And then, for the second time in the history of the world, man will discover fire.” Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
when a small advice becomes a bone of contention
when a small advice becomes a bone of contention
when the shopkeepr does not ask the price
of old books he offers to purchae
he weighs them in a balance
why are thoughts weighed
and things counted
what happened to the calculus of consent
you gave when you agreed to listen
and asked that i speak
that is all you could hear
ah!
tired of tears that refuse to flow
tired of tears that refuse to flow
out of the crucibles
crafted out of the core of my being
what are they afraid of
will my weakness be exposed
will these drops reflect some rays
that were supposed to be absorbed by you
when you suspected these tears
but you turned away
absorptions needs
space
but you are so full
may be thats whyu
my tears donot empty the crucible
lest they overflow
Why had every thing become so reasonable
A child on the sea shore
had collected good lot of beautiful stones
Some sea shells and some conks
I wanted to trade a few
And did not know what to offer
In exchange,
So I asked, will she give me the red one
She said what will I offer
I asked her choice
And she asked my spectacles
But why,
did not she know
She had beautiful eyes
And I had weak eyes,
Why will she need spectacles
But then I understood, she wanted the look
Of spectacles
I asked he, if she wanted to look older
Than her age,
She smiled, may be, is wisdom a sign of age
I wish I could tell her, it is not
We went to an optician
Requested for her plain glasses,
And by then I thought
she would have forgotten about the red stone
but she had not
only that she offered all her stones now
and I had enjoyed so much her questions
Cynical comments and
the women like jumbled up relationships
between things,
unrelated things connected in ways
I was not used to,
I did not want trade to symbolize our exchange
But she would not have any of my emotional crap
One could give things
Yes, gift her things only at her terms
And I had to take the red stone
But also the beautiful green stone, shells
And the rest
Why had every thing become so reasonable
Why had glasses look so good to her
Had I already taken away her innocence
By teaching her trade