Month: September 2009

we are all living in prisons of hope

some times we get parole

when we become cynical and lose hope

and argue that nothing is going to change ever

but then thankfully

sanity returns

like a good rule bound person

we return to this  open prison

which has so few inmates now days

why has this world become so sane?

when  meanings are lost in dust

you have to still walk along unhindered

intentions can not be seen

but consquences can be

actions permeate all boundaries of beliefs

i wish they would see your innocense

burried under years of compromises

as reflected ray of light,

but when diamonds are broken,

how will they be faithful to reflect

the light from your lamp

no matter how much of incense stick you burn

when the stirrings of soul

mean not very much

what does one do,

hang an empty lamp without oil

or filament

or collect all the dry twigs

not many are around

given the drought this year

so i decide to display a board

on which you can write your address

so that the leftover envelops are sent to you

u can keep the letters inside and send to whoever you wish

this fire in a cold wintry night

by the people on the roadside

did not leave much to say

the joy and fears were all intertwined

who had known the  the warmth of dry hay

wound in the ropes of some prayers, very kind

when you keep windows open

you see bird flying

but then donot bemoan if the birds fly away

and dont perch on window sills

that is not why you open windows