Category: poetry

black from outside
you have golden sparks of fire inside
when you need to be dismissive
u find things more important
than paying attention to
devotees
who lie at your feet
praying for the caresses of your blessings
why do you miss them then
are u really worried about the
light that you need to absorb
through a black coat of
a wanten night
splashed all over the lake
in which you can not dive

why should  you
frown and be dejected
at seeing my spirit still roaring high
like a wave untamed
i do not need to be terrified by your brutality, O Kali
i can understand why
you have to be so ruthless
because
that is the only way
you can deal with your
inner turmoil
but i will not make things easy for you
i will splash cold water over your eyes
i willa also not bend my eyes down
lest you feel
even more angry
i will look through your fierce looking eyes
and wait to be decimated
do not just become kind, Kali

kali is kind
but higher kindness
is a cut above all the cruelty
she loves you so  intensly
only to let you realize
that love must be subtle
she is just
but lets you do injustice
to those u love
the fire of guilt
and the rain of reflection
alternate in her lap
you choose to burn
in one
or relax in other
either way
you are dismissed
eventually

did i know
why your violent anger
did not hurt me so much
as your kindness
perhaps the soul
needs to be simmered
not solaced
O Kali, you are in perpetual anger
have you lost all that you loved
or is it
that you never could love
never

do not wait for autumn, leaves have fallen already

why are you upset

the silly reasons of heart

have no say in the changing seasons

just wait,

and ask

if it was a drought

will your thirst for few drops

of nectar hav been quenched

why not then soak yourself in the rain

who knows, when will sky become stingy

what will sum up the vain search,
dark eyes and desires of darker hairs will not
dilute my love
said the Kali
to timeless spirit of demon
always struggling to assert
possess and not leave
the tightly held
embrace of eager yet impatient
designs
of a dead tree
trunk of it was old
wrinkled bark
had cracked
but then under its shade
few flowers could still bloom
and the birds chirp
what if
there was no one with whom
one could sip
the nectare of moon
deserted by the loss of gravity
where has gone all its shine
why is it silent
have clouds devoured
the sap
of rain drops

why do purple leaves look shriveled today

have you ben missingthe breeze

that you befriended not knowing

that it can not stay with you

why are you quiet

shrunken

and so still

why has the news

of clouds not raining this year

made you ill

already

whenever
one would ask
the spoon in the cup
of tea
if it will radiate
all the heat away
like ever before
may be
may be one actually wishes
it says
or shall it say
no, i just am a bridge
between what was
what is and what can not be

mera kya kahun
yeh hi kaafi nahin
ki thoda hans leta hun
apni bebasi par
bina shikayat,
thoda ruk kar
ek mandir ke saamney
chandan thoda ghis leta hun
phir kiskey maathey par lagaun
kya farak padta hai
har dard ko
apni bahon mein
aur jor se
thoda jakad leta hun

-journey of devotion

when i started

to walk

i did not know

hor far will i be able to come

without losing your aroma

it took me long

to realize that your smell

in my breaths is a promise

you extract from every devotee

how else you so generously

grant the wishes of seekers

of truth, compassion and love

all journeys begin with you

but why do not they end with you too