With Silence all around
I can hear the sound of wind
When I look beneath
Leeches have had a full
Day
But the pines needles piled around
Will forest fire engulf
All the dialogues I had with silence
moist air in a dry city: flood
the silence has questioned
the still breeze
why has it not stirred the curtains
covering the procrastinating spirit
of the swollen river
that is refusing to settle down
after eroding all the banks
leaving eyes dry
air is moistened
i am waiting for a call
from the far island
almost swarmed by the waves
if I can gather enough will
to swim across the river
and gather the remnants of a boat stuck
in some trees fallen on the islands
i am waiting
but should i be waiting?
Broken mirror
When it rained out of season
Some eyes were wet
But some were lit bright
Paradoxes are pervasive
You can choose
A valley of voids
Or a peak of promises
Coherent chaos
Coherent chaos
Malignant meanings
Why are you so hopeful?
Maybe the seeds are sprouting
Silence will speak
Wait
Tide is turning
Pitcher of perseverance leaking
I had faltered again
and again
falling for small silvers of solace
may seem trivial
does not first leak
in the pitcher of perseverance seem small too
till it does not hold any water
ask yourself
don’t hide your face
accept
affirm
Moods matter! Do they
mornings when rays have to be delivered
imagine a morning
chilly and a bit dark still
waiting to be broken
a silence of inertia
how does one overcome distraction
of deviant ideas
and slow burrowing ants
making their own way to deliver
the rays of sun
in the dark alleys of my own heart
the scattered leaves and dried clouds
when vapors are drained
clouds get dried
what happens to the wind
not sure if to swirl
and bring those clouds down
like scattered leaves
unsure of destination next
flows
just like that
The wet grass & dry eyes
The night was quiet
Morning a bit wet
Could not gather all the flowers
Meant to adorn my temple
I am still unsure
When will the bells toll
When will the leaves fall
Spring is too far
But the door is ajar
I will wait
For the shadows to state
The truth of the moment
Hope that choice is prudent
Blame is not the name of game
Don’t blame the stars,
or the sky laden with clouds!
Rays of moon,
the re-caiberated compass;
navigating is not so difficult
Dont let the wind take your boat anywhere, strive, sustain &
the serenity will swallow,
all the doubts, fear
& flagging of the timidity