Category: poetry

commitment is not easy, but concern is

the journey is tough

but the retreats are relaxing

why should revisiting be easier

and designing new paths  be so tough

is it the uncertainty which makes it complex or

the lack of readiness for surprise that takes it toll

 

let me ask myself, what would i love more

being taken for granted for what i was known to be

or given a chance to be inconsistent

for what i do not know at all

seeking solace in sun dried shadows

does not last for ever

listen my friend, look at the past

when imprints of your trust

had shrunken the path ahead

ship will sail again,

sails have rested still

on the faltering mast

when the mute friends

returned from dried pastures
the sun was about to set
but rose the dust in its gay abandon
as if to celebrate the sounds
of ringing bells
and impending meeting
of a pastoralist
with his waiting love full of sorrow
who knows whether or what
the flute will tell
tomorrow,

why should one hide

what is born out of truth and pride

the secrets one keeps

take away the peace one seeks

let the world know

how i bathed in the river of love,

sacrifice and trust

what have i given to those

for whom bearing with me

all the pains was not a choice

but a must

i have evolved through the rebirth

they gave me

i am now an image of their dreams

which they can not see

will u walk with me

and abosrb and assimlate
all the love that came my way

through  selfless friends who did not know

how to hate

do not grudge if some have lost

the ability to unburden the baggage

of their doubts and disbelief

i have to live

if only, because through me will unfold

the deep faith that destiny has

and will therefor  give,

us a chance to redefine the boundaries

of what is, will be and was,

when we hang the clothes on a  loose nail
hoping to find them there again
and the nail decides to give way
throwing all the garments on the ground
some wrinkled and some safely placed over the others
like memories which  put layers over others
till cyclone comes
and washes away all the sand
and the small dried starfishes, and the snail shells
lying uncared
but not uncollected
i will walk again and again, collect these like trophies
of time
that was there
when i did not know,
whether my collections will have to be auctioned
so as to forego
the punishment for remembering
my duties towards myself
an also my shadows

there are not many hearts

on which hinges the soul

every rivette with which you seal

in the vessel, whether it is a crack or a hole

life demands a geat deal more

from those who have some where to go

and as alice in wonderland said,

if you do not know  where do
you want to go

any road takes then you there,

with spaces squeezed
between breaths
and the resolutions reflected
in the ocean of regrets
do not ask me
why we walk along the beach alone
when waves are there to wash the
footrprints of those who do not bemoan
the solitude
silence
and the celebration of life

i heal my friend
who was with me when
even i was lost
amidst the stars that glittered for a while
in a borrowed sky

the sails are torn

river is in still spate

boat is moving slowly and the oars are dwindling

may be the currents have lost their moorings

will u still

search for the waves

which have not resolved

their dilemma

of deliversing the directions

to the boat

not knowing where to go

Kaise jaan leti ho, sab kuchh mera man ke bheetar, jo bhi jab hota hai
Jeevan ke safar mein, jab koi pas ho kar bhi janey kyun door hota hai
Kahin aisa to nahin, sab kuchh lut gaya hao jab kisi ka, us ko koi mil jayey
Saara aakash, saara saagar, aur jaaney kitney jharnon ka bas man gaayey
Par tabhi kisee ko yaad aayey, woh lamhey jinki khushboo ka ek karja hai
Udaas shaamon ka wayada, terey hothon ke kinarey par rukey ab shabd hai,

Mujhey maaf kar dena yadi sambhav ho, jaaney kis raat ka saya hai yeh subah
Wafaon ki baat mat karo, mein majboor hua hun apni jid se, mat karo ab jirah

there used to be a tree here

off th emain road

under which some times

when people were tired

they sat down to take rest

some stayed on longer and some

walked away

eager to reach their destination

today the tree is not there,

termites will not tell you its address

nor the way to each its roots

all the paths to go there have been sealed

by the slow

subtle

and still

moments of silence

you may try and thenblame yourself

for not having come in time

but the truth is

the tree has lived its life off

it is time we let it be forgotten and

let new sprouts come, grow

and give shade

may be you find that

more soothing and reassuring

the old tree

be allowed to wither away

from even the memory

lest it reminds you of

all that it might have offered

but is unbale to do so

let desires of spending few moments

under a lost tree not drain

your spirit