Month: November 2009

meaningless are the meandering waves

so what if reflections in them are still focussed

on those stars which show me the way

in this dark  night

and propel the boat of my desires to

a shore shorn of their edges

will i  find shadows of silence some day

amidst all the crowd  

of creative urges

which propel me to epxlore and then

restrain me

like a wave which advances on shore

only to retreat and then advances again

like an oscillation

of  ossified desires

when you removed my glasses and looked into my eyes

 i did not have any reason

to hide my tears

verging to descend and roll on

but then you smiled

and i also smiled

swallowing my tears inside

i find it difficult to do so now,

why has the molten snow not flown away

glaciers have become lake

waiting for a quake to break free of their

banks

and flow

why do we wait for quakes to let these lakes  be free of their banks

you suffered

when life was tough and

 we had turned the other way

 but that season is over

now the turns on the road are

 fitted with rear view mirrors

you can watch things happening behind you

why worry then,

embark upon your life goals

life has offered you a second chance

wish your affections would have found

a safe sanctuary

but then not all seeds sown grow the  way we expect

this is my chouce after all

but are choices made by us

or do choices select us

and then we act

as they wish

for a change let me assume

that i have a choice

when the banks break,

and rivers become lake

u do not stop

and ask,why did you say

whatever u had avoided all these years

and like a fallen star,

i keep quiet

reminded of the dust

which arose

when your carriage went awayfrom my courtyard

i am now setlled

the dust has engulfed

all the leaves

of the tulsi

you had planted

in good faith

pl let me worship

it

heal your hurts

collected over the long journey

from there, 

to here

i know that u have remembered many things

but then forgotten a few too

are these too few??

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wish the wings of smiles lift your spirit

break the promise of keeping

the flame fly

when the oil is leaking

you glow

reflected yellow

and do not borrow

the miseries from the womb

 of forgotten 'morrow

live and relish

the moments that we are blesed with

when roads are paved with

ironies, expectations and unkept words

by a an old wornout

tree

smell of whose bark u do not like suddenly

not all good turns get rewarded

every time, now, here

that is the way it should  be

after all, the  unpaid debts are the glue

which holds people together

but when we blame each otherfor all the ills that plague us, our lives

and yet hope to find happiness in that glue

how will that happen

glue will come apart

accounts will start getting settled