do not feed the hurt so much of your precious nourishment of rememberances to keep it alive, let it heal, how else but by forgiving
there used to be a tree here
there used to be a tree here
off th emain road
under which some times
when people were tired
they sat down to take rest
some stayed on longer and some
walked away
eager to reach their destination
today the tree is not there,
termites will not tell you its address
nor the way to each its roots
all the paths to go there have been sealed
by the slow
subtle
and still
moments of silence
you may try and thenblame yourself
for not having come in time
but the truth is
the tree has lived its life off
it is time we let it be forgotten and
let new sprouts come, grow
and give shade
may be you find that
more soothing and reassuring
the old tree
be allowed to wither away
from even the memory
lest it reminds you of
all that it might have offered
but is unbale to do so
let desires of spending few moments
under a lost tree not drain
your spirit
will the autumn this year take away
will the autumn this year take away
the left over leaves from this old tree
till when will beetles hibernate
living below the bark, worn out at places
how will i stay still
when strong storms pass me by
O Kali! give me strength
to absorb all the silence
listening
when we listen to ourselves
we hear voices that tell us the truth
but we also hear the voices that make us timid. first come from with in, second reflect the baggage we have accumulated on the way.
if we knew
if we knew
what we dare not
will we still love
if we listened to every call
will we still dare
may the dust settle, before storms begins anew
may the dust settle, before storms begins anew
who knows if it will rain at all
the heat has made the journey of dust
smoother
but then where will it settle
how do i know
my scarf is dusty
and so is my bag
but still there is some thing which is clean
is it because
it has not been judged
and thus not tagged
or is it because
it has repelled
every spirit
and substance
dust included
devotion
when we are tired, fatigued and exhausted, we pray, and of course we pray for all the benign world that we forsee, in excitement, joy and the moments of triumph, Kabir says, if we pray, we may not ever get exhausted, or fatigued
Kaaali 43 when sins devour the desires
when sins devour the desires
and the passion
does now own what it sires
you ask, as if it is enough
to live in this world
with all the dark deeds
casting their shadow
over the future steps
left to follow
Ma Kaali! i then surrender
to your wishes
and just aspire
whenever some blessings are left
in your basket
after showring them over all
your ardent devotees
you will empty those
over my path
lest i suffer
always from your contempt
and can not even hope
for a baptism by fire
why do expect so much, that what we already have becomes minscule, can little we have help us serve us those who may need it even more
rocks hold my secrets
rocks hold my secrets
river reveal my game plans
you cursed me no less
but why did not you ask the
dried leaves about what was the purpose
what was the destination
why did i love you all
why i did i nurture
in your eyes
my hopes and smiles
what will i take with me
when i actually die
will it not be these curses
will it be the ash left by the fire
you lighted in my storehouse
of memories
of all the struggles, and laughters in vain
and promises to change the world
just in our life time
just in case