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Trembling signs
Unstable gate
Unsettled sights
And the unlimited waves
Pounding shores with Knocks
Reminders of the gates still closed
Of the castle
Built atop a small mountain
The green boundaries
Lakes in between
Collecting all the drained water
Washing the steps,
I wanted to take to the
castle
But no more now
Washed of stains of struggles
What will steps tell me
Let me stay here
Just watch
Just see
And close my eyes
For now
Dreams layered with ideas
Memories cemented with
Crusts
Of half baked
Half burnt bread
Like a loaf of life
Some times fed to birds ordinary
And sometimes to eagle
Who does not spare
Not ignore
Just like the echo
Of a song
Sung alone in a mountain
Laden with molten glaciers
window pan is moist still
though sunlight is beaming
through
to the inner dark core
filtered by curtains of conscience
that creeps its questions
every now and then
now time has come to
cement the cracks in the wall
lest they replace windows and
then no filter
comes in the way
of light
or for that matter
moist waves
the willow is not yet dry enough
you can try to season it
dry it with all the fire you have in your heart
but then it may crack
dont insist
on making a bench
with this wood
who knows
termites may devour it before
you will get time to sit on it
and see the sunset
or sun may change its direction
or may be the sitting is not fun any more
a fellow who falters too much
forgets to read what he should
does not visit the temples
forgets to stay still
when the wind is blowing
rather indifferently
can not breathe deeply
nor can inhale all the aroma
in the garden
of lillies
permitted to bloom
even when there is dorught all around
has now been sitting
at your steps
o Maa Kaali
just let him be
have been grounded too long,
tied to the tethers of tranquillity
let me wade through turbulent columns
of queer waves
who knows, the abrasions will get me
rid of all pretensions
possessed so fondly
so long
wornout pending work list
is a good package for pop corns
just that pop corn get moistened a bit
because unmet deadlines cry too much
weathered by the time
memories may sprout
let us give them a happy burial
let us celebrate
who knows when do we
find a new rainbow
hanging on widow sill
every time, withering rocks promise
storms dont care
winds whisper
punctured armour
patient precipice,
hold the sliding glaciers
the exposed mountain
pains the roots of every shrub exposed
why let pain prosper
Well of wellness is filled up
With your blessings
Said the roots of a vine
Climbing on a tree
Tendril holding the tender branches
Leaves curled coyly
As if they had just been caressed by the breeze
Now we should decide
If the rain will be let
Down to drain the suffocated tears
Or wash the stains of subtle insistence
Of a thunderstorm
To take its toll
Dont do a poll
To find out
How popular Is the detached devotion
Of a pilgrim
Who hasnot slept for years
In the arms of an assured evening
Let him lie under a tree
About to give way
To the desires of a colony
Of white ants
Whose caravan has reached the shore of an
Island
Where pilgrim has planned to rest
May be ants are here to test
The resolve of each other
To try, without a sigh
Without
A
Sigh