Category: poetry

There are many drops
That have not fallen
And they cling on the edge
Of the tendril
Of tears still
Will u like to sip them
The solitude will accompany
The silent journey of theirs
And no echo will be heard
Will you still
Like to stay on course
When the light has abandoned this path
And I am not able to
Hold any hand
Any longer
Scaled palms can not comfort
You deserve better,
Go away, go away,
Go
Far away

Don’t chase the shooting star
Milky way is too far
And the ash of last burned star
Has still not been digested by the creepers
In my garden
Why do you wish to await the next star
Losing its way
Don’t look for them in my eyes
These are wet
For so long
Tears refuse to dry
Will you like to cling to the sparkles
In the sullen sky

Deep into the forest
I lost my way
And amidst moist breeze
And the crackling sound of dry leaves
I heard a whisper
Slowly unleashing a storm
Of silences
Springing from a whirpool
In the placid lake
I kept sitting on the bank
Hoping it to subside
But it took over the entire sky
Leaving no ray
Cut through the haze
That Engulfed me
I am wet
The silence is not cut
And the night is still
I still
Don’t know the way
But then way has become
The jungle
No body walked on it for so long after all

when the curtains were still
and the wind blew hesitatingly
why did you knock again
knowing that door is very feebly hinged
once opened, it may not close easily again
and then every thing will be turned
upside down
wind does not blow gently any more

swollen river
squeezed the little space that existed
between dry tall rocks
guarding the gate of
a dry, famished garden
and made its way
flooding all the edges
of the indifferent passes
now, wait
till flood recedes
or let me learn to swim
but both seem not possible just now
why not just sink
then

Even if the black stone
Has not become a
shivaling to adore
Worship
Or embrace,
The dance of destruction,
Creation or sustaining
These desires
Has not yet begun,
May be you will choose
A new deity
Who is more kind
More merciful
More patient
With pleadings of an advocate
Determined to win the case
No matter how tired is the judge
Or how weird is the wiring in his brain
no matter how fickle is the resolution
Of the shiva
You will still make the claim
Dissolving the rocks
Diluting the poison
He is holding in his neck
And hope that
Shiva will forget
The resolution
Leave the land
Churning of sea
Lest emerges the nectar and e prison again
No
He would not do it
And you will not give up
Let us hope
A new time is born
A new Scale
A new memoryless world

Sept 13 2
Don’t steal the surprise
It is true
I haven’t seen, the glue
Which keeps your desire
So strongly navigated by the crew
Of the ship sailing to shore far
Amidst waves not knowing
How to swirl
In the deep eyes
Of a whorl

I will decay
So that
You can make hay
And the sunshine
Will shower its blessings
Over the path on which
Drops of dew
Will dance
Climb two steps
And descend one,
Singing the songs
Of Sunrays reflecting
From the surface of the lake of wishes
Far high in Himalayas
What if all the wishes come true
Paradoxical tensions will prevail
And the glaciers will melt
Because a cat will emerge on the canvas
Leaving her kittens way back in the barn
The chicks will roost
Behind the huts near the river
And the droplets will drizzle
From the trees under which
We will climb
On an endless path to nowhere

Sept 15 3
Why have you come
O breeze from across seven seas
To trigger pains which I had learned
To live with
For so long
Why
What makes this world so strange
Why do we have
Layers of pain deposited
In a cup of tea
With lots of milk
But I don’t like such a cup
Except when she makes it
With lots of basil leaves
And lemon grass
For her, making tea is a celebration
A daily celebration
For love
Complete and congruent
There is no place for
Wrinkles on forehead
Does it matter ow trying we are
Love grows in the sanctuary
Of vulnerabilities
She can’t walk as strong as she can stare
See, far deep into my eyes
For a faith
That I can offer
And must
But this breeze
Threatens to engulf all the leaves
In my garden
Of trees, saplings, and also cactus
But if the breeze stays, how can the leaves stay green
They will fall down
Even before they have lived the course

Will you like all leaves to fall down
Will storm settle down
Will tea be made again
Will I be able to sustain
Leaves and the lives of those
Lives which can grow
Only when the fallen leaves decay,decompose
And let seeds of hope sprout
O breeze
Flow
Let these seeds of my hopes
Grow

15 sept 1

Moss grew along
The twisted banches in a moist valley
Diving deep in a lake of longing
I tried to scoop a few oysters
But the pearls couldn’t hold the heat
My palms were burned
In the fire of fury
That the lake emitted in the forest
Burning trees, crying birds
Red sky
Smoky breeze
All the rocks tried in vain
There wasn’t a single train
I could have boarded to go away
The rails are, like curved branches,
mangled in the volcanic eruption
Why did you
Expect, anything to survive
After the fire
The ire
Your mire
A desire
Burried in the grave
Of responsibilities towards the
Forest which is on fire
Just now