Still
So unsettled,
Why are you so thirsty
Have you been anxious
But then isn’t that a sign
Of giving up
Don’t
Try
Persist
And passionate pursuits
Do make it
Why deny
Ecstatic moment
Try
curiosity, concern, compassion and collaboration
Star studded night
Silent stream
Why are you sitting there on a desolate rock
Waiting for full moon
To make waves mad
Don’t expect your slate
To be washed
By the waves
Which are now impatient
To swallow the rock
On which you waited for so long
Smile
Laugh
Do all the chores one does
Before celebrating reunion
It is not too far
Pray
Moon is patient
And waves forgive the
Boatman
Who could not carry you
Across the river
It’s true that I asked
Why should not I
When we know the limits
Are reached
We can give up
We can try
We can ask
I asked
Why should not I
slow walk
unsure talk
am i reading your lips right?
or meanings wrought
what was sought
go, as far as u can
and dont turn back
the rights of passage
is still available
walk
walk
walk through the forest of fire
dont count, the trees of desire
they will shed the leaves now
dont be arrogant, pl bow
a moist morning
seems as if
the sky
cried whole night
yesterday
but only hesitatingly,
sparingly
lest the reservoir of tears
empties
and drought occurs
now i know
the seeds of surprise
silent cries
will not be dormant too long
they will germinate
and bring, may be smiles
or just a realization
that clouds are unable to bear
the expectations, embedded in a wait
like a squirrel
you write
as you walk
quickly
hurriedly
impatiently
but wouldnt thoughts
get filtered through the sieve of sanity
if i waited long?