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

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

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

when balloons started descending downwards
i jumped at them
wanted  to catch them,
i forgot that in the meanwhile
i had grown up
but why shoudl groing up mean\
not being able to catch
balloons

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