Month: August 2008

appearances are deceptive

when we think

we are posing questions, we may appear

answering them

let us listen for a while

whatever we have been saying,

who knows

we may not have to then speak anything

 

and then bury me, do not burn me

  

When I could tell you the stories

From the bed where I will lie

Not able to describe some of the characters

Who gave me oath of secrecy?

But whose place in the story

Remain etched for ever,

With impressions that they leave

No one ever really measures,

 

I will sing songs that could be sung by anyone

But whose words will mean

Some thing different to every one

You will quiz me, I will smile

And keep weaving the web, the carpet

Without having any worry about

Who walks on it,

whose worries are trapped in it

forever,

let me just disappear

let me just clear

my table of all tasks, all pending letters

to be written

and then bury me, do not burn me

so that by adding a bit of manure

I will let this world be richer

Rather then be more foggy, more smokey

 

 

 

  

When you were young

My sons, I told you stories

Of poppy robot, who could always reach,

Unexpected places and whisper

In your ears, plans for new mischiefs

Who could surprise you by his creativity and

Reach,

I also told you stories of

How brinjals could dance in the marriage

Party of potatoes

And all the other absurd things

That would ordinarily defy meanings

At least sane ones,

But I had never imagined

You will gift us the similarly intriguing

And illogical surprises

The behaviours that defy any sense

But then did not we ask for it, ah!!!

i had sought peace in the silence

without the chirping of birds

or sirens of the streams gone violent

but today when you are wondering

to what extent is the life answering the calls

of the time, space or empty halls

i realize, gong away would not offer

any respite

no matter what we may say

the darker side always has an edge which is bright

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when morning begins with the simmerings of the night before

some body knows, but most are not sure

whether we should ask, see or just observe

or silently absorb all that they say, has no verve

i am a bit baffled, and ask like a fool

why did you do this, as if a fish will choose its school

you have succumbed to the pressures of time

not knowing whether this will last,  even in the youth’s prime

will you forget to break the toys you dont like

do not

after all, you need to decide

what is ok and what is snide

some times people will laugh at things you think seriously

and at times your antics will go unnoticed

learn to ignore what others say

even if it is i

just smile and walk on,

be what you are, how does it mater,

if this does not match with what the world

expects from you

a7 why did you ask, if we sow smiles only in wild

why did you not see the flowerbeds we made

for sowing multitudes of flowers for you to see and play with

but all these beds are empty

no seeds could be sown

because gardeners did not like our tending them

where else will we grow flowers then

tell us

farishtey kaha pata raklhtey hain aaj kal

unko to fursat hi nahin hai hawaon mein khuboo dhundaney se
unko kis bin boi hui kyari men khad dalney ki chinta hai
par shayd tumhey hogi
kyunki tumhey in kyario ko tayyar karna hai

shayad is baar baarish achhi ho
aur shayd kuchh kharpatwar aisey ug aayey
jin par farishety ki pasand titaliya aa jayey

when the city was on fire

there was no auction declared

of any desire

to engulf the houses of those who kept quiet

when the world expected them to speakout

but many inocent poele

came to rescue

you from the fire

but you drew them sinide lest

they save you and get saved

why this desire

to sink with the whole boat

do not stir the pot having slowly cooling embers

their desire for maintaining heat

and your desire to distance cold smiles

are all part of a plot

in which your ambitions do not leave any space

for new scripts to be written up

why not abandon the desire to be articulated

only through your subtle eyes