you will not understand
why do i wait for the sounds of bells
in the temple so far away
but then you have not touched a moist soil
and have not smelled its aroma
you have not seen freshly bathed banks
of a river
i have

curiosity, concern, compassion and collaboration
you will not understand
why do i wait for the sounds of bells
in the temple so far away
but then you have not touched a moist soil
and have not smelled its aroma
you have not seen freshly bathed banks
of a river
i have
did you see a rainbow fractured by my faith
i was unable to let the mist decide when it will
let rainbow emerge
in the sky that seemed
so dark that any light
no matter how rerfracted
would hardly have escaped
its resolve to retain all that it could possess
but then it gave way
and i lost
why did it give way
when arguments defeat the purpose
when the trapeze is loosened in between the circus
one can not ask for more
one just lives on
and hopes
that arguments will evolve
slowly and slowly into a rumination
may the new year bring new hopes,
not only for you or those you know or love or care for
but also for those who you do not know, as yet
but who deserve your love, faith and concern ever more
——– the creative knowledge- rich economically poor people,
pl be part of honey bee network AND contribute towards making India a Compassionate, creative and collaborative society
why would i be chasing a mirage in my own mind
some times you appear brute and some times every kind
why do i sleep so little, and remain inside so tired
is it that only when we are fatigued, our defenses are down
some see me as a saint and to some, i am a clown
why do i lose the sens e of my being
after all, are not you all
pat of my own spirit,
your imperfections are mine own
your arrogance is a reflection of my own
if i did not ket you return
all the ‘i owe yous’
it was n ot because i di dnot want to be compensated
but just that
unredeemed IOUs
might offer more tempting
horizon
to crave for
you may grow taller than the oak
which had witnessed
your steps along the way
that passed through the
cemetery where
were buried my memories
you do not use that path any longer
you do not have to, you are liberated
from the need to remember
you are free
you can
but see
the red corners of my eyes
not closed for long
why not cover these with your hands
just cover these
for ever
with nothing, any more to see
when ws the last time i dithered
not knowing whether the life will ask scarifice
or just entail some strife untold
the road was uneven
but the cart was repaired
by the smith who cared
for my departure
from the zone of peace
and care
now i will go again
and try my best
to give away
all my bones
to a sculpture
who needs them
to make the beads
that will be stringed in a garland
time will offer the goddess of love
O Kali
why will one wait for the rain
to erase the footprints of pain
the wind is blowing quite fast
taking some ships off the course
to destinations unknown,
do not feel aghast
the way forward is enjoyable
only because there is no cradle
to swing the child of hope
do not worry, my dear
i am all set to cope
with the fuzzy boundaries of a garden
in which we planted some flowers, some trees
and some weeds
who knows what is useful tomorrow
when some body gets hurt
in jungle
weeds will come to your rescue
do not bemoan their disorder and
do not try to pursue
just let the time flow
whenever you do not hear any voice
and silences overtake the poise
it is time to go,
it is time to go
when you asked me
why do you walk so fast
i could not tell you
that i was running away
from my shadows