Don’t ask questions
Because answers are known
Missing the right turns
Because of compulsions to travel
Together
Have already taken you far
Away from the crossroads
Where signposts were displayed
Don’t regret
For, the time doesn’t rescue
What is destined to dissolve
In the rain
Let the residues not bother
Let the lost turns augur
Well
For future distractions
Dancing dew drops
Wings will grow then
Windows are open
Wisdom betrayed
why has the tree dried
why has that tree dried
from which i had collected a leaf for you
not too long ago
is it that the tree can not withstand
the stoppage of the stream
which used to nourish its roots any more,
but the tree had promised
itself to grow and live
lest birds doent feel betrayed
and leaves continue to fall
to adorn the
loosely bound diaries
of those who now
flip
pages
and dust all traces of
authentic smiles
and cover them
with remnants of prayers
at the altar of new gods
truth is possible
A yellow Milky Way
Music of life
Once the tumour was excised
The pain became lesser
Poetry got better
Colours clung faster
To the falling drops
Of dew
In the silvery moon lit nights
But the emptiness remained
Suddenly
Lightening struck
Revelation occurred
Pain evaporated
And the frozen lake started
Reverberating
With the music of life