Category: poetry

peaks are assailable now
said the falcon
and a storm took off
but like a love and hate relationship
between creativity and Skill
her wings flapped, and then faltered
her dreams had not foreseen
a avalanche
so severe
that all the fences
that farmer had built at the base of the mountain
will give way
her nest with young ones wasn’t around
had they flown away in time
she might find out soon
peaks are still assailable

embryo of love
was so sure
green as it was
but devoid of any doubt
it embarked upon its own journey
in a maze of sounds
lights and touches all over
but it needed to swim
in a lake of tears
which had washed the steps of the temple
where purity was worshipped
will you come with me to pray
come
pray
be pure

all was in sync
but then something
held you back
from giving your best
was it a desire to explore
new avenues
or just
a wish to explore avenues for flying too high
but then
all layers are in sync again
dont draw too many red lines
blues are ok, pink will do too
may be a bit of yellow
but dont draw red lines only

wasted tears
spent years
why would one scatter
all the rays
when the white sun was served on a platter

when the prayers are in vain
the struggles of the lost souls
demands
many more lamps to be lighted
the children who
lost the innocence
before they knew what it was
to be carefree
are not going to wait indefinitely
like a swarm of locusts
they will devour
all tbe flowers
you tend
in your garden
hoping that
nimble fingers that pollinated them
will remain quiet
for ever

Generosity

When every good turn
Is returned with scorn
And indifference,
Negligence
And
Contempt
And you continue trying

Fatigue

While walking on a long
Journey
You keep turning back
To see how much have you walked
Rather than
Focussing on way to go

Love

You want to bring the best
Out of the other person
By sacrificing your
Interest, if needed

And
Dont give up easily
Even
When the worst
Comes out

Concentration

The ant crawls over your forehead
The squirrel
Climbs on your back
And you
Remain absorbed
In your painting

….
Indifference

When wind blows your way
And you keep sails closed
Row the boat
Even if it loses its way

……….

Devotion

Till the land,
Sow the seed,
Nurture the garden
And remain non plussed
When
Blue bulls
Eat away all the grains

…….

Persistence

When you get distracted
By transitory
Thoughts
Only to discover
This is not
What ought
to be
Resculpt the stone
Till nothing else remains
Except the powder
And a few marks of the chisel

serrated leaves
berated dreams
a lake bursting at seams
nothing is any more
what it seems

the balloon got burst
when i tried to blow
lot more air than it could contain
why did i try
the impossible
was i testing the resilience?
or was it a hope that things do stretch when pushed
but
no somethings dont
they just remain untransformed
they burst for a while
do they

from pink to darkness or vice versa
depends upon the oscillation of a shadow
of a benign but broken moon
it has lost connection with reality
the ground
but still hanging far in the sky
looks beautiful
does it?