Category: poetry

Feb 5, 2013-02-05
And a fallen feather

A moment
A trail
And a fallen feather
Don’t recount all the stolen dreams
That fell on the way
Don’t try to capture
The glitter in my eyes
When I lose the restraints
That
My station in life imposes
Let me just give up
The pretence
—
—
Let me just be
The sound of a fallen
Cap of a bottle
With which I
Played for hours
When I was a child,

The sound of half filled
Glass that I tapped
With a bent spoon
For a long stretches of time
Unhinged moments
Uncared laughters
Embraces without guilt
Kisses without curses

Live again, breathe again

Shadows were unreal
Hesitation was real
But the flickeruing lamp
Did not confess
His need for disarming
Was urgent
Why do robes cover
What is visible
Doubts do the rest

Let dilemmas
Dissolve my soul
Let illusions
Be the scarf
With which you warm your self
In this wintery night
But then came a strong breeze
Scarf blew away
The rain dissolved all the dilemma
No nothing was to be said
All left was a semi colon,
Stopping every time for a while
Before the river resumed
Its coercive drive against the rocks
On the way
Now, what,
Silent tears
No regrets
Just a rejoice
Live again, breathe again
Get on with the life
I will erase
All the marks
Of wasted ( really) tears,
If you say so
Do you?
in the abyss of nothingness

Why do snatch me from the throngs of a pain
And then throw again
In the abyss of nothingness
Why do you have to do it, asked
The butterfly
Beautiful, colourful
Young butterfly
But the cactus did not know
How to tell that every time
It flowers
Its life is constricted
It did not want
To imprint the sadness on the
Wings of the butterfly
She had a long way to go
And the bliss of all the embraces
Was not too long ago
The sea saw of life
Will turn the light some day
And switch off the other day
In the play of shadows and
Lighted walls
He decided,
He needed to run away
From the garden
Lest the butterfly complains about the cactus
Who was actually the one, gardener
Loved the most
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Don’t corrupt the corridors
Through which my dreams escape sometimes
To collect the vapour of the unwed tears
Be the Equanimity Incarnate
Be the sparkle in the early morning dew
Just leave the rest
As breeze goes away
After stirring the branches, leaves and the tendrils
On the backyard of a barren churn
On the top of an eroded hill

Why do we locate traces of amber
In the ashes of our undeserved desires
Why should devotion to a deity of Sacrifice
Be an offence in the court of conscience
Why should I have to defend
The right to be meek and fragile
Surrender then becomes a armour of silence
And voice the ripple of a reflection
In the lake of resigned tears

Ripples of all that we do
Touch the lives of those who sustain
Our spirit
And yet we hope that
We can isolate
The shores from waves
Why not keep a lake
Restrained in its banks
Lest it evaporates and dissipates all
It has deep inside the bubbles
Of breaths of countless fishes
Soaking its serenity

Torn at edges
Envelop could not hold much inside
Yet the message had to reach its destination
Why would not
Need for communication end
And all to be said will be understood
Just like that

Cloudy embrace
Hesitant peaks
All the sky
Be your
Playground
Of faithful beats
Pursue your journey
Unrestrained and with no doubt
Truth, peace and

Silence
Be
The oars
To take your boat
To the imagined shores
Just be
Just see
Why worry
If others fail to be
Your companion in the journey

Bowing before the clouds
Peaks are humbled
Who will hear the melting sounds
Of glaciers unstuck
By the warmth of your breaths,
Don’t stir, stay still
Clouds may declare
A day of deliverance
From the cycles of rising and
Falling heights
Of tenacity

Sleep deep till all the crevices
In your sole heal
And you don’t have any time to peel
The layers of memories
That remind you of times
That had a seal
Of sullen smiles, wrinkles
And a head kneeled amidst the ankles
in pain

Smile and be bright
Win a lottery of memoryless moments
Full of surprise
Walk towards new shores
With many boats waiting to
Make you feel happily afloat

Rise in the morning
With an energised glow
Writ large on your face
Tanned with signatures of the sun
Reminding of the steps walked
to everyone

Be happy and confident
Of the time ahead
Stop worrying about the slips
In the valleyes of follies
Just be there
When time demands
Give your best
To your internal commands

The sky may not always be blue
Shades of darkness
And colours of the morning hue
Are not devoid of a desire
To splash
All that their pallete
Has
May you soak Your eye
And ears
In the dew unpolluted
With the passionate yearnings
May you absorb the grace of the shadows
Of the trees drooping
Under the load of fruits
That have to fall someday here
Except the ones that
the birds will savour
And scatter the seeds of shadows
May be in my garden
But can I host the new saplings
In the unkept beds
Will I
Irrigate them
with my tears
Will I immerse
The roots of the emerging trees
In the moistened soil of
An incorruptible soul
Torn at its edges
But with fully intact core ?

When the drops loiter on the leaves
With stamps of carefree insects
They fall through the holes sometimes
And hang loose on the tip
Waiting to moisten
The wings of a moth,
Not worried about the behemoth
Walking around
They love the journey to dissipation
Just like a breathless being
Gasping for solace under
The shadow of armpits
Warm, moist and dark,
Just right for the dreams
To lay eggs
Of whispers
Hopes
And also abandoned
Desire of walking through
The forest,
Alone in the night
To listen to the rustling sound
Of the leaves
Some dry, some green
Some generous and some quite mean
Why else will they not reveal
The path without the slippery slopes
Amidst many of The vain hopes
And dormant desires
Of squeezing the memories
Of moments that
A creeper fearlessly aspires