Category: poetry

does it matter, if reflections stay

what images they contain

and which ideas they sway?

whenever the boundaries have retained

the abstract of an essay

the meanings have escaped obscurity

the silence has absorbed serenity

when discipline is disguise,
desires a precipice,
the meanings are soluble,
efforts effervescent,
should we not pause……

thank you mother Kaali
u answered my prayer
there was no easy way
to swallow my pride
and accept my defeat
but now i have accepted it
i know that
only in the moments
of complete betrayal
can i ever imagine the
limits to which i can
evade the mirror

when a train passed by
the whiff of air
swept the hairs of a lady working
nearby collecting fallen coals
from the engine
her face got coloured while moving those hairs away
by hands black with soot
dont wipe such marks on my face too,
every time
i sweep
your hairs
i wonder
if i will leave some marks
behind

Dont fall
off the clifff
who knows
how many delicately balanced edges
of stones will fall with you
carrying the unblossomed dreams of the saplings on the way
and then tearing open
the sutures
by which you had sewn
the wombs of worried
mornings

when tears took
their toll
i could not restrain the glacier
from melting
now don’t ask me to freeze all the wind
which has come from a desert
dont ask me to repair all the cracks on the rocks
let erosion take place
let waves have their way
let me dissolve
let delta of desires be swamped by the storms
you are so fond of spawning

reminders have been set up
in my alarm
every time, i tend to forget
the clouds start raining
all the songs you sung sitting in the park
or waiting in front of the villa
but now, my poems have been denuded of all the
joyful meanings
why will you like to hear them

dont tease me, o time tested pungent thorn
just because you can prick
does not mean
you will puncture my balloon too
i am not going
to run away
but will you come along still

when the pebbles were washed away
on the shore,
waves had polished some of them
looking like pearls, a bird came
and picked up one of these
and kept it outside
on the sill above a curtain
a window
half opened
but a door closed

the time went by
i could not get you to move
fast enough in the lane
of too much traffic
and too little movement
now, take a break
rest your laurels
hang your hairs
be fresh
sleep well