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When two leaves fall off a branch
About to break
Because o f strong winds
They it celebrate their deliverance
A few moments before that of
Shelter for so long
But when one of it makes
To your diary
As a bookmark
And reminds of the words
That a Sufi saint wrote
After his vows of celibacy were broken
In pain
To celebrate
A purposeless detour
But a meaningful exploration
Of the dust
That comes off a book shelf
Where all the books
Were kept
But not read
Lest the knowledge stupefies
The consciousness
And the words become butterfly
The leaf
The book
The butterflies
But the empty sky
The sensation of an aroma
Wrapped around a bouquet
Of flowers
Grown on the manure
Made of the other leaf
The second one
Which withered away slowly
So that I don’t forget the page
Of the book
The page
I wrote
When I was insane
Thankfully
Now
I write
Lest the obituary of sanity
Becomes a gospel
Of modern world

The Old tree is not shedding leaves any more
Rain has washed some of the stains
On the broken glass
The imprints of Tears
Have evaporated a bit
Aroma of tangential smiles
Joy of healed blisters
Healing balm of beautiful rays
Of morning sun
Will I be able to contain it
Will it stay on

You can climb on many trees
In search of sunlight
You can sprinkle smiles
To nurture many kites
You can illuminate the dark alleys
To be happy and bright
You can
You
Can

Purity of moments
Can not be measured
By making them monuments of arrogance
Indifference
And impatience
Kindness flows
When moments are not memorised
But dissolved
In the dutiful devotion

Insistence on remembering
Obliges one to not forget
How will then forgivance be possible
Without dissolving the follies
Of fortitude
How will we ever
Be compassionate

Why did you dig so deep
That all the rainwater
Got collected inside
Good that the fishes
Will bless you
But the dried drain
Outside
Wouldn’t know
Where to scatter floating seeds
Of serenity
Silence
And a bit of stupidity

Gracefully I age
On the banks of a dried river
When forgotten promises don’t come to haunt,
Transgressed fences don’t
Argue,
They merely
Submit
Nonchalantly,
The responsibility follows
But never enough
The creeper can not replace the trunk of a tree
The branches can perhaps bear
The load of my dream tree house
But when I descend from there
On the ground
Will I be able to persuade
The worker ants to make a nice strong mound
For me
Cool inside
No matter even if the fire rages
Outside

the wait did not yield
once again to the order,
you were as usual busy
with one thing after another
late and unable to keep the time
you decided to seek the liberty
to live certain moments again
you asked the god to unwind the clock

now that he has done it
you are complaining
may the sculpture be serene
may you sleep
may in wait
the time keeps patience
may it

Spawning the seeds
In the shallow waters
Did she ask
Whether the weather will
Be benign
Whether The fingerlings will find their way
In these uncertain times
Troubled waters
And lost directions
Will river care
Will the banks hold
Like the sculpture’s scalpel
Shape her contours
Or just swallow
All the passion
That waves bring to bear
On the floating see weeds
Unable to submerge
And unwilling to let them be
It is this struggle
That dictates
The design of a dilemma
I have been living
Over and over again
Without a helping hand
From the winds
And waves
Shores and the shales

Movies and moments jostle
What shall I go for
Asks the angel
And of course moments win
Once
Twice
And every time
Except
When I decided to surprise me
I switched on the Skype
And connected to a forlorn soul
Searching for a sanctuary
Where tigers love fishes
And convert them into falcons
Where the springs are streaming their music
All the night
Till the dew starts to dance
On the tip of a thorn of a cactus
That has never succeeded in piercing
The balloon of beautiful wishes
So light that it flies away
In to the far blue sky
Away, far away

Where there is no end
There is no way
Just a jungle
Just a tiger
Few falcons
Waiting for someone to die
And be devoured
By the eagles and the other birds
On the roof of
Sun temple

Oh! You will live in te veins of those birds
Flights of fancy
Away
Away
Far away in to the blue sky