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Bright morning
Birds have already had their
Pick of morning worms
Why will they savour dry crumbs
Of my bread
But the colours are more generous
Shine
Sparkle
Smile

having decided to strengthen the fences
there is not much to say
we can still stand across them
and talk
without rupturing the silence
lying amidst the leaf litter
lying at the base of that fence

yesterday
an old gardner died
with beard and white hairs
he was always smiling
i often met him while going to my office
sometimes he seemed worried, lost,
but he was always present in the moment
i asked him about his past
and learned only a few bits
which did not tell me
where was he lost
but he was lost
and now he is lost
i will have to find new gardner
to sow the flowers
and remove the weeds
he would plant some weeds like flowers
and thats what i liked about him
but who will not nurture weeds like flowers
may be i will find another gardner
but that gardner is lost
nobody can take his place
can one?

Don’t lean
Walk straight
I know
I caused you a lot of burden
But it will not remain
Same always
Walk slowly
Slowly
Slowly

Don’t complain
Dont regret
When facade doesn’t hold
Accept
Meltdown
No point in arguing
What is not tenable
Let the truth prevail
Someday
We will have a cup of coffee
Hopefully by then
I would have learned
The brewing
The way
You taught me

——-

When roads meet a dead end
We don’t blame the asphalt
For melting away
Nor do we try to
Complain
For not being warned enough
Earlier
We just
Look around
And try to
Find a new trail
Which may become a road
Someday
Till then
We reflect
And thank the time
For letting us be together
So long as it was possible

tumney bahut bhram paaley
tumney bahut bhram paaley
meri baagbaani ki tareef ki
aur phir
saarey saarey ke paudhey ukhadey
paudhey ukhadey
tumney bahut bhram paaley

mujhey meri karuna ka hawala diya
aur bin jaaney kyun itney jakhm de daaley
tumney baahut bhram paaley

mushkil tha, man ko samjhana
bina sur ke gana gana
lekin tumhari khushi ki khaatir
fatey aacnhal se todey saarey sitarey
tumney par phir bhi
itney bhram paaley
kyun
kyun

Embrace me
Said the child
But the mother
Was in rush
She had an appointment to keep
With her mission
To be
What she was not
But she wanted to be,
Child continued to cry
Mother was busy still
Colour pallet
Is full
But canvas is empty
Where it was to be full
And full of cries
Where it was
Actually
Empty

When we meditate
We start to see
The truth
And I saw it
When I realised
That my commitment to truth
Is not being honoured
In my bearing with unjust
Demands on my attention
And affection
I have to be fair
No dilemma and no doubt
Fairness is not fungible

willow leaves
battered bat
not possible to play cricket any more
field has been pulverised
stumps
have been looted
rules have been changed
but i can still feed
the willow leaves to goats
which will
sit around,
and
fertilise
your garden
and help you absorb
the aroma of flowers

for many years, many years
when i will not be around

ek saubah kuchh shaant thi
ek raat ki mehmaan thi
ab na aur mujhko rulao,
na kisee chidio ko uthao
maan jao, maan jao
keh ke wo hawa, thodi aakrant thi
ek subah kuchh shaant thi

kaisey wo jaaney, kis kadar
kin kin kinaron ko kiya tha usney
baar baar bekadar
ab usee ki awaaz hai,
aur thode tootey se saaj hain
mat kaho, ki aur gao
mat kaho ki aur gao
eksubah kuchh shaant thi