when the dry leaves fly away

when the dry leaves fly way
and i just stare at them
slowly getting scattered with the wind,
some particles will get stuck in your hairs
some will pierce the thin partition
that separates the courtyard
from my inner room
having a loud speaker
on which music of yester years plays loudly


did i hurt you ever

did i hurt you ever

even when you had sliced the time your own way

 i followed  all your commands till you decided

that i needed to swallow all the pride i had

but then i had nothing left,

what was i good for then

i still hope that miracles will happen

i still hope that miracles will happen
you will realize the folly of driving your car
by looking into the rear view mirror
or by taking cues from those  sitting in the rear
what do i do,
if i dont change my path
i will let you go in circles
without ever finding out the moorings
in your life,will i find my own  anchor
i think the time has come
to find our own ways to  move forward
but then hurting each other will not
make the journey joyful for any one of us\
why can not seeds shatter
fruits be allowed to wilt
and the island of our love be nurtured by both
as a testimony of the better days

arav 10

you grew a year more
without being in sync with our nature
without absorbing the generosity of time
which is testing our intentions and integrity
but then being in our thoughts and dreams,
can we forget even for a moment
how spending hardly  few minutes togther,

 is the price we have paid
for what near and dear ones's  consider
our due