Category: poetry

#slow currents sing a music
One can hear from inner ears
Why not close eyes
Why not open sluice gates
Of a dammed river inside

Erasures are the weapons of weak
Why try to find twisted ways to tweak
Love as you are wont to do
So what if like migrants, we don’t stay, and go
It is truth that brought you down
Why run away when it tries to drown
The desires will not float in a sea of sighs
Are you sure, I don’t know
If you can erase all the grace from your eyes

enjoy your sunshine
walk with a cat
and sleep on a mat
in a full moonlit night
let your life be bright

i will sit under a cloud
worship a deity covered with a shroud
who knows
when in the evening of life
i meet pilgrims
who really mean
what they claim, even it means
a lot of strife

only when we are in blank space
we really matter
rest of the time
we are really play acting
let us be real
let us disappear
lestus evaporate
let us assimilate
let us be devoured

indeed, yes
i accept
you have a point
but does that mean
u have only a point

If it was easy;
Erasure would become
the weapon

try harder
erasing the marks
they have been embedded in the breaths
soul is refusing to shed its skin
marks are a reminder
when imprints are improbable
the grooves become the grind
try harder

Drops are dyed in colours of hope;
why do we think, why do we worry,
rainbows are resident in your eyes,
is there a problem ?
when storms seduce,
why not cope?

why do i feel lost a bit today
what have i lost
something i had promised never
to relish the possession of

whitewash all the walls
dont let them remind me
that we stood by them
someday
to just stand and stare
as if
you really care

we mediated in the verandah
prayed selflessly
and then i also saw
a recoil
of all the retribution
all the distrust
of the winds
that could not wait
for the lakes to refill
when it rains
after summer
winds devoured
tears filled lake

will you stay
a moment longer
lest the breeze
evaporates
all the vapours that have condensed
over the cold glass
that has not been touched by you
for years
will you stay …
who knows
the knock on the door
goes unanswered
because inmates are asleep
dreaming about you
will you stay
will you stay a moment longer