The restive sprit
Struggling spring
Just move on
Don’t stop
Might not then
Fountain sprinkle any more
Drops of blood.
Oozing out of old wounds
Contract with the spring
Patience did the thing first
Persistence later
When nothing made sense
Indifference set in
Now the autumn has taken
The toll of leaves,
Pruned tree
Doesn’t augur well
The parasites over my soul
Have spread a lot
Gardner says, leave them
How else
Will I keep the contract with the spring
Not any more
Doesn’t work any more
She said
And turned away
The tears tried but could not hold sway
The whispers became loud
The estuaries cried,
When boats gave way
Doesn’t work any more
She said
Pregnant dreams
White scarf
Red scarf
White snow
Trees are bleeding
Don’t irrigate the fields
It’s going to be frosty night
Let the crop die
I will,dig a grave in this field
And burry the
White scarfs
I need to sleep again
Don’t stir the pot
I said the other day
And you brought out
A magic bird
Out of a hat
Now I say
Stir it
And may be magic works again
And I can sleep
I need to sleep
Once
In the arms
Of a white angel
Who
Plays violin
When
I m asleep
Season will turn red
White season
Hasn’t yet been over
Yet a storm is all set to roll in
Don’t rejoice in my dilemma
Whether storm will embrace the stillness
Or the season will turn red
No less thorns
White rose
Has no less thorns than the
Black one or even red one
Then why do we assume that
Some colours can lessen the pain
May be the memories
Of the moments spent
Under the trees
That had flowers of that colour do the trick
But now that tree
Under which
You played carefree
Is no more
How do I comfort you then
In pursuit of authenticity
What else could I gift you
An envelop of authentic playfulness
Do what you please
Without bearing the burden of
Putting different addresses on the envelops
Go
Walk
Travel
Dance in the desert
You deserve it
All of it
Now
Trade off of negative capability
It’s not true, I said
It is true, he asserted
I argued and asserted and shouted and then
Like a ballon punctured
Became quiet
Now
His assertions
Demonstrate that
My negative capability has gone up
But I only dread when things are too clear
Have lost the capability to face precision
Positive capability
Has been lost in the process,
Ah!
