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
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
moistened morning
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
sieve of sanity
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?
red sparks
red sparks
will there be a fire now
i hope there is
let it burn
all the listless bits of stories that
i told
and also which i did not
silence
stillness
dont speak
just be there
sit down
sit down
you have been standing for long
now take rest
dont say a word
take responsibility
for the punctured tube
discovered the key
happiness
did not escape
my garden today
friends no more
was written on a board outside
and i got assured
that this is the door to happiness
outside the web of expectations
and reciprocal IOUs
unwittingly
i discovered the key
to this door last night
while searching for
your toe ring
glasses in place, always, why
standing on a precipice
i wondered if jumping into the valley of silence
will help
i chose to speak,
but did i have to
may be i had to just absorb all the upheavals
let all the culverts flow again
road is not well made
it is possible that the car turns over
but i will still have to resolve to keep my glasses in place
weeding memories
then there was a whirlpool
i was not sure
if i heard the voices in my head right
but there was a conversation
between wind and a kind seedling
both were willing to give way
to each other
and yet they were in the way
of time,
tides of sweet memories
now have germinated again
weed them
or feed them?
can i be a sprout
planted a few seedlings
after the flood had left the soil moist
but the mud was deep
and i could not extricate myself
from it
tried
several times
can i be a sprout here
in this marshy land?