Category: poetry

When is it a good time to melt, mellow and
be irritated without a good reason
When the transition takes place
A life potential passes through
A missed encounter
A desire to cuddle
And be cosy is
Dissolved in a cup of filter copy
An argument is picked up
For nothing
To give vent to a missed encounter
Every month
Every time
The long shadow
In a wet morning
Reminds
The lost grip
Of an embrace of empathy
Intimacy
Full of
Assured but hazy
Meanings
Moments and
Meandering gazes
All over
This time
Every time
When periods of persuasion
Are passed
Through
Quietly
But actually not so quietly

these flowers in green
are not all that happy
how can these be
when the ground around them is green
but all the rest is desertified
islands of happiness dont sustain
we need to share what little
comes our way
listen
o flowers in green, dont be desolate
just smile
and scatter your grace all around

why should we not wait
when the train has ben missed
and platform is empty
will not next train come some time,
can we not use this time for meditation
we had meditated
outside a hut
long time ago
was that not pure

but without hard work and purposefulness,
purity gets polluted
let us purify this river near this station
till the next train arrives

will you wait
will
you keep standing
sleep now
take rest
you have been standing for too long
sleep
dont weep
you chose to drift with the quick wind
you stole the moments
meant for reflection
and danced to the tune
of hollow pipes
now these pipes dont resonate
but you can still dance
reflect
sleep
reflect and wake up
sit down
dont keep standing
you have been standing for long
sleep
dont weep

these flowers dont wilt
whether you irrigate them
or nourish them
put these under shade
let them bathe in sunlight
but these breathe still
not in anticipation
but in absolute surrender
if these were to expect solace,
they will not be so silent
they are going to bloom
every time,
you are sad or lost
do you want these flowers
have them
they are yours

pink it was
was it

Tried to train
A creeper over a trunk
But no, it wanted to spread
Over thick bushes
Thorny some
Dark leaved others with no spines
It spread itself
Far and wide
And one day it realised
The trunk of tree still
Could accommodate
The blooming shower
of petals
When the creeper would flower
Without a question, however
The burden of embrace
Was too much
For tree
And the creeper no less

Why should a leaf not matter
Even if dried
Folded and pressed
From a tree
Under which I had meditated
For your peace and progress
Having short changed the
Time
And obligations of reciprocity
Why bemoan
That a leaf is not enough
Flowers are beautiful
But without the aroma
Of warm
Assured
Truthfulness
Their beauty is short lived
Why not confess
For once
That when seasons changed
You forgot to adjust your watch
Now that you are late
You regret
That a blooming garden
Has become indifferent
To the fury of a storm
That once embraced
The tree so tight
That its sap spilled over
And the whole forest
Was soaked in its fragrance

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I was looking for just one flower
Then I found so many
Raising their head
Cracking layers of snow
Melted by the warmth
Of yesteryears
When flowers didn’t need permission to
Blossom
Wind blew unhindered
Clouds covered the path
You walked on in hot summer
Amidst quiet trees
And talkative birds
May be
The seasons will change
May be conscience will squeak
The pains will persist
And truth will germinate
Diversions will be admitted
Pursuits will become more honest
May be
Don’t know
But till then let
The flowers bloom

a single flower
can fill the whole landscape
if only we measure aroma
and blur the colours
but then green lawn
pink flower
did not find comfort
in being observed so keenly
now where are the other flowers
where are the smiles scattered
by the wind
so soft
that even
whispers echo for centuries