Month: December 2006

who knows whether the walls

will be whitewashed again

the stains of the years that have gone by

are like the mirrors stitched in your shawl

you can not unstuck them

but their reflections

will

show the marks of time

every time, you wish to ignore

why would one wait for the seagull
for so long
on the sea shore
why is the breeze so still
and the morning so fresh
yet a bit tired
just as a creeper is celebrating
its entwining around
its favourite host
but it is mired
in the puzzle
was it worth the effort

why will u worry
when i kneel before you
and you push me away
telling me about the wind
and the clouds
that have to shower their blessings
on a land in which banks of river do not meet
i must remain here
waiting for your attention
and you must focus O kali !
on the fairy tales
that tide of a sea are telling
how brutality of yours has been beatified
why should u let me bow and be close to your bosom
the beats may tell
all the wavering you go through
when u maintain the facade of your indifference

how do we know  when is our time up

when will the rain stop

and the seasonal stream decide to give up

the resolution to meet the lake

which is drying up soon

how does the autumn know

the spring is around the corner

the rings around moon

become moist like the

corners of your eyes

when the horizon looks moist and fuzzy

thanks for the lift

in the car tonight

when i was tired

and when i was tired

my walk remained incomplete

i stand under the shade

which has become  sterile

alas, so sterile

but you can hold me

even for just a short while

after all, you are

a glimmer of a smile

the spokes of a smile

lasted only for a while

was warmth enough

to melt the ice

so what if i am tired

so what

if i am tired

pl do not go away

persist for a while

i know, i have to go,

miles after a mile

life will not be still

even if moon will not shine

but then i have to wait and

strive

for longer moments, by which  can

arrive

a shadow of smile

a shadow of smile

when the pebbles did not agree

with the resolution of river

the rocks were adamant

and the call of the islands

in the bay was too strong

what were the choices

stay still and be smoothened

or dissolve oneself to  silt the sea

do not convince me

that we do not manufacture

crazy folks any more

who will do what they wish

regardless of what the world says

after all

why would so many rules be formed

if the world was not afraid of such mavericks