Category: poetry

sneha panapey, kuchh moh ghat jayey

hriday na kampit ho, dhara bah jaayey

nayanon mein vishwas paley

pairon ko chlaney mein na koi badha aayey

jao door kahin, jao ab saathi,

mat dhundo mastool yahan

hawa naw ko ab kaisey le jaayey

na leheron ki chinta

na koi dhaga ab milta

khul gayi hai mala

kaun bikhrey moti

ab phir se un mein pairayey

when did silence rupture the meditations of a lake

lost in the whirlpool of thoughts

the boat was nervous

whther to sink, swim or just float

but then the hole in its bottom

was covered by you

folded hands blocking the leak were frozen

let me burn

so that your hands can be warmed

do not mind the smoke of burning dreams

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,

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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