Month: April 2007

994 In a big room,  and with limited light

Have you seen those earrings

That did not fit alright

And u kept on twisting those

As if by turning them more, you will make these fit

Did not you know

That these  will be loosened

And then you would drop these ever so often

Asking me to help you search

It will

Provoke me some time,

we will have fun at other,

Some how

We find it every time, no matter where do you drop these

Why do we find these tiny screws

Ever and ever again

In a big room

And with limited light

Why

993 will see you soon

Will see you soon

When your son

Will bring a young soul

To chatter

And chirp

Steal sweets

And throw the Frisbee behind the bushes

Hide the watch in the pillow

And insist on buying the judo dress

Just as his father did

Without any intention to practice

Spin tales

And hurt himself when he would lose

The game

Let him cheat a little

This time, we do not wish to win the game

and

Lose him again

992 Do the doors open themselves

When u find walking

Alone not so easy

And when I am not around

Do the doors open themselves

When u enter the house

Holding the rails

Brown

And strong

Standing witness to the fall

That they have

Saved you from

And when clasped

991 Anonymous knowledge

When they shared with us their

Knowledge

Of dealing with the stars

That go astray

Without showing the way to the

Boats

Stolen from the womb of time

What do we tell them

When we find that knowledge very useful

In curing a whole generation

Of the disease of sleeplessness

Due to memories

Of the times

When stars lit brightly in the sky

And the rivers flowed

Overcoming all the rocks

That cane in the way

Singing the music of martyrs

Who died for keeping the flame of curiosity

Burning

Lest the world forgets

Why did they plant all the trees

under which we sing the lullabies they composed

Anonymously

Why would u go away

Why would u go away

Some time because the room is

Too little for two to be in,

And some time you love him so much

Being here would not be serve it

Any more,

No matter

How high is the score

Of  the riverside music

That flows through  shore

Unknown,

Why will you miss the boat

When it is the only one to

Take you there,

Do we care for a nest

On drying tree

So much

That we pour

our only cup of nectar at its feet,

why don’t we stint

when we are short of

the minimum change

that one needs to pay the fare,

and we just wait

for a wave

a big wave

that will lift us above

above, very high

and throw us away in the lap

of the hungry storms

starved of  love

for a long time

‘forgive me my tresspasses’ said the bird

to the gardener

but then how can a bird tresspass

how can boundaries of graden be ever so impervious

why should we seek permission to enter

the courtyard of intimacy

why should journey to one’s inner temple

be laden with responsibility to be orderly

are we not praying all the time for peace

why deny then the shower of peace

which comes only when we are unencumbered

with the memory of our actions

ego and predelictions

when purpose is all that remains

fellow travellers leave one by one

all in search of grapes of garnished hopes

but now when the roots have dried

the river does not fill the wells any more

it has changed its course

get used to live without shade

may be the pursuit of purpose warrants

sojourns in silent shadows of

unmet desires

of those who wanted to lend their hands

but then had to withdraw

will there be thaw

when she bent like a rainbow
with one end in the sky
and the other in my arms
i was stunned by the silence
the train started to move
and the rainbow lifted its veil
all around there were birds chirping
as if to declare the victory of passion over purpose

i am still recalling the aroma
of breaths that become
a gale of hope
and joy that charges the spirit
to explore, uncharted territories
right in front of us, right around us, like the moments
we forget to touch

till yesterday he was darling of all eyes

brimming with hope and charging every heart

and then he fell

tripped by mistakes of those whom he trusted

he is still tryingto walk, and keep his head high

as always

and the tide will change

the winds have to remember

i have often asked myself

while looking at the full moon

why does it look so thoughtful, why dont i find

it smiling always

then i recall what you told me the other day

when we are away from each other

the time teases us,

the drop of dew are shy

of reflecting all the light they absorb

what do they do of the remaining light

they might have mixed it in the dew

so that memories become manure

and flowers remain in fresh bloom

longer, lighter, and last

till moon decides to take leave of its duties

and the lake is rebounding the songs you sang

while walking on green grass

like a shadow of moon in the early hours of the night