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A calculus of concessions

 

Why do you try so hard

To be good to me

I like you the way you are

Be just as you  are

Nasty and petty but truthful

Will you make concessions

Do not please

Every concession displaces

The consideration w eplace on things we value

Why do we need concessions

But will I survive if all those who love me

Make concessions

And make me indifferent

To the rules I do not follow

Why do not we build  a road

On which only those people walk

Who have never broken a rule

 

have i broken a promise

can i break any at all

why would i do it

i can hold my head high

when i love, live and learn

when i share myself, my life,  my ideals

with all those who will walk with me

to reach a goal

unmet

unreached yet bit will it reamain unreached for ever

no, nothing will ever prevent me from being there

where we must be

but have not courage to be

Meet me on an abandoned island

Devoid of sails in a boat

Not sure whether winds have any control over her

Not letting waves get better of her either

Who has tamed such a boat

Will you come to island then

But how

Will a giant eagle lift you in her beak

And drop you here

Where I reached some how,

On a stormy night

When the guards were down

 

He took leave of His reason

And let the winds blow upside down

Not in w hirlpool nor in a swirling spiral

Lifting every thing up above the sky

It just let things be

Where they wanted to be

For a night

I am here

Will you too take leave of reason

And come

Here

 

 

 

 

why did termites find

the beam of the bridge so nice

to take shelter in,

has the forest planted on the riverside

dried up

or the termites have become bolder

or the bridge has lost the purpose of its existence

your pain is but a reflection of my diluted devotion

do not ask me the same questions

i have no new answers

you have seen all the layers

which have covered the unfolding streams

why then declare a drought

by withdrawing the drops of dew from the sky

under which i had lived for so long

ek kaali ghata ka intzaar hai,
garm hawaon ka thoda thanda bazaaar hai
tum na bolo kuchh aur bhi, itni darkar hai
sabhi kuchh kaho mat, bahut door janey ka sarokar hai

why do we ask ourselves,

the reasons for retiring the resolutions

we make every morning, and some times in the night

and then find our inner corridor

empty of the echoes

of a  yearning for a deeper meaning and

and the sahaj jeevaniya( spontaneous living)

when lotus will bloom in a lake of love
the ripples of reflection will go far and wide
no body will ask which peaks were assailed
nor would one bother, how deeper one had to dive
the storms would come and pass
the dust would rise and settle
the sound of subtle signs
would permeate the noise of stinging nettle
you will then quietly dissolve
somebody will mightily submit
will this lake ever dry
if my tears will keep their resolve

prune the fences, lest they outgrow the boundaries

do not ask why some weeds grow faster than others

they might ask back, why some human beings

do not grow up at all

let me not stir the pool any more
lest a ripple escapes the brim and evaporates
who knows whose nest will it wet
which bird will then search
fibers and the sticks afresh to weave a nest
who knows who will lay the eggs in the new nest
after all not all birds get to hatch their eggs
will whirlpool be hatched in the nest of ripples