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lest my prayers are answered
i kept quiet
and looked down
and walked further
indecisive
and uncertain
hoping that a whiff of air
will take away this confusion
may be the untimely rain will wash
my spectacles and i can then see clearly

I used to wait
Till the traveller
Reached his destination
Not that it meant anything
But now
We need a ritual less
More we erode the need for rituals
We can deal
With
Real acts
Reaching is less important
The dialogue within
On the way
Stillness
Standing apart
Is all that matters
It does
At least
It seems so

No, the journey can not be abandoned
I had given a word
To craft a stone into
A sparkling diamond
I realise the tools now stand blunted
The strikes are not strong
But the promises have to be kept
Let us restore the faith
Of a bruised bridge
By making a confession
Of all the cracks
We did not want
To acknowledge in the mirror
Of soul

Floods last night
Swallowed a boat
Which had only a crack
But now
With all the strikes of a hammer
Had to swallow its pride
Succumb to the spate
What had been left to prove
The crest of caring
Foam
On the surface
Now seemed like a sandpaper
To the navigator
How will the boat be resurrected
How will shore
Retain its sanctity

All the dreams
Of crafting
A new being
Were
Now looking like a smoke screen
You did not have to
Trade
The trust
With tyranny of timidity
Reducing the concern
For creating a new being
Now into a simple sleight
Of a silly moment
When
Flow could not contain
And felt
Betrayed by the banks

May be the volcano
Was waiting To swallow
Pride of a mountain
And did it care,
If in the ash sputtered in the sky
There were claims
Of a lake
Showing
How much did it care
Like the feet of clay
Of a saint
Everything was demolished
All the lamps offered in the temple
Of the revered lake
Had been thrown away
Thrashed
In a minute
The mountain was defeated

I was here

And then I reached here

We’re you watching my steps
All in one life
One day
One moment
What happened
Does it require something to happen?

I waited at your door
In pain
For long
Praying that all
The pains be showered on me
If for no other reason
Then to assure me
That you care
But you continued to shower your love
Smiles and sometimes rather too richly
And that’s why
I m unsure
That you care

Think out of the box
She said
You are not getting to the point
I broke all the boxes
But there was no point
Still
May be the point had become
A large hole
Sucking all the pieces
Of broken boxes
Full of colours
Hopes and
Embraces-
unconditional
Non reciprocal

Suddenly
Canvas feeling a little shy
Admitted
He can’t contain the colours any more
I asked him why was he sad
For so long
Why did he stint in scattering colours
He whispered,
Colours were always there
Prism of patient love
Was missing
How could he have refracted colours
Otherwise