a lamp near a guava sapling

last night, we lighted two lamps
one near a guava sapling growing still
over your ashes
and another near a dried pit
where another seedling dried away
maybe the ashes which did not sprout
were of the bones that had crumbled
in front of me
tired, fatigued, and worn out
but there were others
which had my hopes
keeping the bone marrow alive
but now, it does not matter
whenever you are are

u know that you are the light
that still guides my way
alone
always
still
in the storms all around

lights without life

you were around
when a light went out
and then there was darkness
i know that there is some light now here
but you are not around

amidst the tangled roots of an old tree
you are now growing deep
down into the ground
keeping me upright
here
watching the light
of your stubborn persistence
in the dark night

Just, be

If it’s time that we measure ;

Then who measures the shadows 

Which tell us, what is there to see 

Let us just pause 

And, be!

#poem

will the rain wash all stains?

it is raining outside heavily here
but stains are deep inside
will it permeate inside
will it dissolve all the stains
with so much acid it brings from the sky

but no, the chimneys are not yet in full bloom
the fumes are subdued
acid is diluted
stains are deep