when a few smiles were not giving way,
i could not decide,
if it is because we have reduced our expectations
or is that mountains have had landslide,
some big stones fell
some small ones too
but now climbing has become more difficult
but i dont give up,
so have started repair of my temple,
will u light the lamp
will i restore
will restore
all the lost colours
that got faded on my wall
will you brush these paintings again
will my walls be bright and fresh
will they be
when do u think, we have done it
when do you think, we have done it
the leftover fruits
the stale pudding
the effervescence of the cold tea
but waiting at the airport
is not enough
why shoudl we not now rest
rest at the nearest lamp post
we can lean over it
or just sit at its feet
let the passerby go, but drops of teh rain
will soak us
and then may be we will wash the stains of memories
which are not soothing now
when you got soaked a little
playing with water
would not hurt us
but you got soaked a little more yesterday
the pearls in the drops were
shining in your eyes
i could not restrain
from collecting those reflections
but it hurt you
i hope you will gather the strength soon
to play again
splash the happiness around again
purity that runs in your veins
can heal any body of the pain and inadequacies
encountering young buds on the way
encountering young buds on the way
full of hope
faith and expectation
that it will rain
some assurances
some support
some tears to wet the ground
where there is a drought of sighs,
how do these buds keep sprouting
if i did remeber to pluck leaves
dont ask me
if i did remeber to pluck leaves
of tulsi
for your tea
even if i did not,
tulsi
will continue to grow in your garden
why do you not punish me
for forgetting repeatedly
may be you know, thats the way.,
i remain what i am
and u too
when i have surrendered already
when i have surrendered already
why are u still asking whether i have,
is it that sinking ego has not reached the bottom,
when the leaves will fall and not rot
when the leaves will fall and not rot,
u may wonder
what is sacred about this spot
i wil not cry and wail
but the truth shall, even then, prevail
dont ask me, why did i not stop
the tears rolled by and heart still decided to hop
i am sure, you will understand it again
as you always did, whether it was drought or rain
when the reflections raised a doubt
every thing has become a suspect today,
no reflection is assured
of its sanity
why has this happened
is it because rays of light are impure
or is it that surfaces are corrupted
or that the air is polluted
when the detours of diehard river didn’t reconcile
when the detours of diehard river didn’t reconcile
what was not tallying
in the account book of
a time trader
i asked him, declare me bankrupt,
will that help you
tell me
i cannot pay back
all the debts that i incurred
when you were around
regardless
of the banks being dry or wet
waves settled or unsettled
following their own rhythm