Category: poetry

Silences are scattered
Like dried leaves
Will they decompose
Or rejuvenate through sprouts
Or be taken in a caravan
By the ants
To places unknown

you may accuse me of being irrational
true it is largely
but not all irrational acts are wasteful
this world would not exist
rationally
will it?

i am dismayed
by the wrinkles i see
on the curtains soaked in rain
the last night
but i am not disappointed
slowly wind will blow
and drapes will get stretched
it is possible
it may happened
that’s my hope

did i squeeze the lemon to hard
why is it so bitter
have not i let it grow smoothly
did i not water the tree when it needed to
may be i did not prune it
enough
may be

In the woods of Silence
Triangulation of all the Reflections
I see just now
Are complex

Not everything we see, Needs to be seen
Not everything that we hear, Needs to be heard
And of course, not everything we speak; needs to be spoken.
Yet, we see, we hear, and we speak
May be the time has come to take solace
In the woods of Silences.

stirrings in the lake
of placid shadows
meeting to hear
music of silences
i did perch on a tree
with expanded arms

but you flew away
may be saw the storm on the horizon

Am I sure
You would have been in safer hands
Had I gone earlier
Than you ?
I don’t know
I don’t want to know
It’s ok the way it is

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

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?

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