curiosity, concern, compassion and collaboration
when the spring has decided to stay away
what do the mountains do
the birds, butterflies, the trees and the shrubs
will they remain quiet
when the
rivers will flow but without the laughter
and joy of the banks
which celebrated the union
and also the partings with sparkle in their heart
may be we should just remind the makers of dams
the explosion that might take place some day
and dissolve all the banks
and unfreeze then their suppressed aspirations
do i write poems for some one
do i write
poems
for
some
one
i write, this is sure
but then are these thoughts mine, are these triggered by a single experience, absence or presence
i do not know
the truth is
i write
poems
for some one
who is that,
do i know
does it matter
when u played with me a game
of running aimlessly in the garden
i did not know
who was chasing whom
you wanted to win every time
no matter where we were
rules were made and broen like a castle of sand
it di dnot matter
what then gave you joy
defating me
every time
time aND AGAIN
when the postcards were not sent
i wrote one every day
as if i had a lot to say
but then why would i say
what is so obvious and plain
the journeys are not made on ground
they are made in mind
why will then road blocks deter any one
why will we have frustration and anger so much
why not just wash oneself of all the strain
and embark again, again and again
the clouds do not always bring rain
yes, do not we like them, when sun is hot
door bell rings, and a letter that postman brought
undelievered, because the address was wrong
when destinations change
when clouds do not rain
one should move on, again, gain and again
misty morning, memories of drought, why has falcon been seen around
the empty road, the traffic has stopped, why has then red light been on
open windows, light is on, why have then the birds been on ground
a train has reached its destination, all have gone home, why is guard still around
is baarish mein hawa itni tej kyun hai
khidaki ka parda sthir nahin hai
roshni bahar ja rahi hai
koi rahi ruk na jayey
is liye diyey mein tel na dalo, uski lau ko bhujney do
ab hawaon se diyey ko bhujaney ka intzaar mat karo
andhera to tumhey kabhi bhi achha nahin lagta tha
phir diye se bair kyun
utho, khidki ko band kardo
roshni ko tej kar do
bijli ke chamakney se hui roshni mein khat mat padho
kya pata kaunsio baat padho aur kisko chhod do
is khat ko itminan se padhna
ab thoda hawaon ko jasb karo
shantti se
i had built a small house
just the other day after toil
and labour
he helped by lending some stones and she helped
by letting me use their stairs
the friend next door helped in plastering the wall
and even that lady, who fought with me often at water tap
sprinkled water on the newly built walls
ever and ever so often
every thing washed awy but not exactly
all these gestures are imprinted in my heart
ho will flood wsh these memories away
try, if you can, o river unabated.
i do not know
when was the last time
i sat down silently
without a thought in my mind
but then you were always there
so, thoughtlessness
was actually an invitation
and u did not ever need a second call
so, o Kaaali, fill my mind, being and thoughts
with a possibility
which is self destructive
after a bath in the midnight
i feel so light
you wonder why we run away from shadows
we know they can not fight
But that day, it was shadow in your eyes
which we fought about, not knowing who was right
you, who always doubted me,
made fun of my plight
and i like a fool, took fancy for the edges of your toes
as if these were the brims of a cup full of nectar, shining so bright
now you tell me that i mistook the spring for summer
and have missed many stars in your eyes, half asleep in the late night
let us raise toast to that shooting star
which announced the time of looking up, in the sky lit with it slight
why feel sad, why wait for clouds to rain,
a few tears for the unspoken, unheard and untouched moments
will make you feel light
Kaali
when did you destroy demons last
have you started nurturing the devils
lest they pray and beocme your ardent devotees
adn then you can not but forgive them