curiosity, concern, compassion and collaboration
like every day,
today also i waited for postman
knowing thatyuou dont write letters any more,
you dont even sms
but then argument can hardly be maid in sms
and letters are not in vogue
phone is infrequent and who does not know
when you call,
i must listen mostly
how can i argue, u can threaten to keep phone back
but in letters we could not do so
We have to make the argument
in the most wicked manner we could
but how to invite your wickedness, which i miss
when the cushion of concerns
does not seem too cosy for memories to incubate
just get up and start walking
open the window and let the breeze come in
who knows some clouds will descend and enter your room
through the open window and moisten the lips which had been dry
and a bit cracked
and then don't ask for any thing, just fold them and whistle
and sing songs
of the moments of joy
which were never too far away
when you were close to yourself
and all that you cherished when alone
when you spokeand i listened,
there were long moments of silence,
when we heard each others' breaths
whisper of breaths have long ceased to say
what we both wanted to hear
let us take a deep breath,
slow down,
stop
and ask ourselves
why do we need to talk at all
---- cant we just be there, like that only
why should you not see shadows of silent screams of leaves fallen down,
branches cut,
saplings complaining of impending drought,
has the door with in not opened yet?
why was not erasing option designed
in the memory bank
was it a lapse on His part of
its is just that he gave us a huge account
unlimited in its scope and scale
reinterpreting every memory in the light of new memories
some carry grudges
some hurts
some balloons of happiness
which escape into the sky
every now and then
to land into some strangers garden
did you not hold any such balloon lately
may be you did not walk int the garden
go out, look at the sky
behave a like kid
always willing to run a bit
if only to capture some fallen balloons
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dont make pains as a pArt of life
THESE are are like thorns
which make rose protect it from some pests
may be you are blessed with pains
to protect from some poachers
when leaves fell down some body announced river teista had stopped flowing how will these leaves be drained into the river now and fertilize the fields in which those flowers bloom of which the garland i had planned to offer to you Ma kaali on this shivratri may be now you have to live with stale flowers that bloomed days ago or the ones grow on raod side like the drona pushp which reduce pain of many after years of toil with indifference writ all over so eloquently
why does one need to know
how do we draw the water from a well
which is deep and often gets dried
but some times, overflows
when rains have not drained away
is it that water is precious
only when it is difficult to drain
respect boundaries
dont try to force open the doors closed
wait outside the temple and hope to be given some alms
but dont shout that god has been unkind to you,
He does not like to be told
that He can be wrong
why does a person choose to be silent,
should not i then respect that silence,
if every such quiet valley is forced to be filled with sound of rivers or winds,
where will those birds go
which need to hear only the flutter of wings or
where will those souls go,
which hear or
wish to hear just the flutter of eyelids
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mountains will not melt
but then galciers never had compassion,
nor did sun show any passion,
it is the fire flies of creativity
which can not live without innovation
that keep on flying
getting too close to sun,
getting burnt but without bequeathing any lesson
to next generation,
sowing a storm of fireflies, unstoppable and uncaringly