Category: poetry

Dance
O drop of dew
Dance
On the tip of the moist blade
Of grass, under some shade
Dance
O flake of snow
Under an unsigned glow
Dance dance
O quiet river, flow
So what if
You have nothing much to show
Dance

Don’t dust the pane
The soaked curtain
Breeze is cold
Silence is gold
Let us close
All the books still open
Aged settle the debt
Not yet paid
But factoring people have come
They will collect
What is left
And lose the books
Let us walk
Don’t try to talk
Words have lost their meanings
I can see your leanings
That’s why trees have shed leaves
Autumn’s dry zone has taken its toll
Let us decide, whether to walk
After all
It’s our call

Dark clouds look ominous a bit
I m not sure
If they mean well tonight
They wish to flood every single valley
Which had flowers growing since summer
Why do they have so much to soak
Have the tears of all the eyes
Sad and wet
Not tired yet
Been soaked by them
Ready to rain
What will they gain

Don’t bother
Enjoy your freedom
Unhinged doors don’t have to be opened
They are just pushed a little
They fall apart
Now that gate is open
Walk out into the open
Courtyard
And take a deep breath
World is changing
Words count
People care
Worms deepen the soul
Bees have a compulsion. To share

when peaks are clothed in white
i was wondering if they were
expressing condolence
on the demise
pf a cloud
that took off with vigour
but then descended quietly
to enrich the river
but why so much
that valley is in flood

like a fleeting cloud
you scattred so many colours
which soaked me
when i decided to walk in rain
and i am still wet

wind played veena
for the clouds
in the forests
and
mountains

the strings of serenity
are still intact

though the breeze has swept away
all the sounds
but the silence is still dancing
on the top of the clouds

alone
i walk
alone
i talk

when shadows stalk
i tell them to
embrace some light
and then suicide of stalking shadows
shows up in the sky
wandering clouds
play that again
are you searching
for some sparks
in the embers of lost fire
but it rained last night
how could hearth be still warm
didnt you install fire extinguisher recently
afraid
that fire of hatred will burn your house
now
live with cold
air

abandoned altogether.
nothing left to gather,
just be there
still
quiet
unanswerable

—–\\——-\\—-

when you would wake up
on not finding me around
dont complain
i have already left for walk
into wilderness
where nobody trades
drops of dew
in exchange with
empty smiles

—–\\—-
its over

Whenever I see
Some cloud dissenting
And taking off on her own
I realise it must have
Been nurtured by the tears
Of a lost soul
A betrayed faith
An abandoned ant mound