Category: poetry

when i lost my compass,
i did not lose the sense of direction
i walked on
now that i find you, i wonder,
whether it was worth using compass at all

will knock every day, O Kali Maa

so what if you refuse to
open your doors
every time
that doesn’t matter
what matters is the music
i hear when my tap
at your door
resonates with the sound
of sap
flowing out of a nearby tree
may be in pain;
but persistently showering its shade
on everyone
who comes and knocks in vain

why not leave some spaces unfilled,
who knows when
black holes
will swallow
all the nascent stars of my sky
leaving it darker
night, sullen, but no sly

I woke up
To ask
Why do we really mask

i pray at your feet
o Kaali ma
lest you leave the path
on which you always walked
on your way to the peak
of that great hill
not far away
but now you may not see this side
the peak is still there
what has changed

your fire
is what i like most
so what
if i get wounded so much
that i can not even come close
healing may take years
but the fire must keep burning
may be with all the wind
that will blow your way
i pray

i am not seeking any reciprocity
nor any respect
just a silence
which i havev got in plenty
be as you are
a bit less of the awkward self
a bit more of generous self
a bit just as you are

when leaves dropped a few years ago
i did not protest,
i wil not do so even now,
may their journey be more meaningful
than mine,
may they fly to shores
where some ships are likely
to anchor soon
and then let souls of the sailors
hear the crackling sound
while these leaves dissolve themselves
without a murmur
in the waves uncertain, ferocious, impatient

when tears refracted all meanings
i was not sure
but i took these as they appeared
still remember them
oozing a truthfulness
but why then this doubt now
am i losing my ability to
embrace
the shadows
that are not sure
if to remain under darkness or
come under light to die

will not wait any more
the embers are desolate
how can i isolate
all the moments
which did not a purpose to happen
these were interspersed
with so many smiles
seemingly
just like that
but perhaps not
i am not a trader
i dont know the currency
of contrived values from these moments
let me stay here
you go
and show
your meanings to a linguist
who can decipher your intentions
from these web of actions

go
just go

let it go, my friend, let it
go