Month: December 2006

the  tree has been pruned,
termites are invited to a feast
they can stay as long as they wish
or make me their home
to keep them alive, i will die slowly
and slowly
till they pulverize me
and then will grow some flowers
which you will not have any hesitation
in picking and give to your love
you can wait that long
or help me die sooner and
have your flowers grow faster

whistle slowly, the birds are chirping outside,
do not be so happy, do not laugh loudly
who knows the squirrel
may be in conversations with the ants
who speak so feebly
why is the cat
black one, i mean
scaring the birds
has the space been squeezed
or the winter
has left only a few sunny spots
to be shared among all
in the shade of tall trees

i see you struggling

every day

some time you limp and

some day you fall

but it does not dilute

your resolve to carry on

with

the burden of my inability

to be around every time

you need to pause and wait and see

how the sun has risen today

with hopes and glee

is a pain i lived with

so far
but hope that i will soon be absolved

when you will smile

with a new poise

and i may be around

or no more at all

but you will carry on

with your missions

to serve

all those i wanted to

but could not enough

life has peaks and some expected trough

forgive me o deity of devotion

if only i had served you

a bit more than i could

may be any good deed that i did

will enable you to walk

straight without ever having to skid

but do  listen to the talk

of  sparrows, and mayenas

and squirrels i could feed

thanks to your benevolence

i will always admire

no matter what any one may say

or desire

when friends could not understand

and the foes defied

the boundaries of my affection

no body could hide

i have always shared my

only treasure i had

lots of love without

any expectation of returns

i will go away

and you will have to carry

the legacy of this love

which illuminates the way

of all those who

time did not permit

to rise and be raised

like the priveleged stars in the sky

but you have to burn and dissolve

no matter what is the resolve

of those who will despise you

what will remain

is the light of a small candle

that you light in the darkness

some can live with in their hearts

but some can not handle

kaali:

pl forgive those who suspect your benevolence

i have never held a grudge against any one

who defaced your footprints

burried the memories of your kindness

and erased the mark of vermillion from

the pipal tree,

or an abandoned stone,
a broken boat;

why should i grudge

the debris of demons

you really destroyed

in me and in all those who are unable to

assimilate the essence of your kindness

you have taught me to forgive and

i have forgiven

you told me to bless

and i bless

why do then some have

such hatred in their heart

will not you bless them

and let them be in peace

why should not they be able to grow and greet

all strangers

and the friends

with ever goodness and benign benevolence

your apparent indifference may be a time of trial

for truth and transparency

that only few can admire

i pray like ever before

do not worry, do not budge

just be there for all those who

need you

more than me,

i will suffer and still sustain

devotion to not only those i know

but also towards the perfect strangers

one we do not yet know and

can never know

slow down, slow down
said the river to the boat
but riding on the waves
intoxicated with the wind
carrying the aroma of anabandoned spirit
arrogant sails
and mast still, intact
it did not listen
till the whirlpool of silences
swallowed the sounds
sage warning
and a gaze abounds
deep,
do you need to ask
the wherebouts of the boat!

when the quilt of quivering thoughts can not stop cold winds
i wonder whether the time has come to tear it off
and let the coldness embrace the spirit
like a snow clad peak
of a mountain
which has to bear the drainage of a river
away, far away
only way a river can survive
is by letting it flow away

winter has brought the black birds back
right in the morning
they wait for me to come
and be a part of their world
some times i fly and they stay on ground
but mostly, they fly and i stay
like a ship  aground
now, decide o mist
and cool breeze today
will u moisten my hairs
and leave the eyes dry
or be as you are
so that i can cry