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When the wrinkles
Had declared
the limits of license
That life could take
With moments so deep
The decision wasn’t tough
Nor the matter was rough
The layers of living memories
Had wrapped
The signs of significance
Why will
One not say
What had happened
Or shall I say , may
Happen in times to come
U can be sure
And all the burdens
Will be undone
………..
why should we need pensive interlude
when journey has just begun
cant we just remember
that a mediative pause after a few more turns
might make us lose the impatience for
reaching there
but how does it matter,
when do we reach where
so long as
you have bestowed, Ma kaali
me with the capacity to drain my reserves humbly,
and helplessly
why am i in so much pain
why are my eyes swollen
i want to sleep
in your arms
O Ma Kaali
let me in
but then you have always argued
only those can seek refuse
in your arms
you have lost the need for sleep
have i, how can i,
not yet, not still
will you still let me in
i have betrayed every time
you trusted me
whenever you asked me to stay still
i danced, whole night
on the edge of a hair pin
fallen from your hairs
and now when you asked me toc ome in,
i stand here waiting
bewildered
not sure
if i should come in
do i deserve to be in
when the dust storm had settled
it became difficult to hide the
pain hanging on the corner of my eyelids
i could not have masked teh
shivers of a bird in the cold night
she would not say any thing at all
keep quiet
but then cant i sense the cold
wind that makes her wings so sullen
how will she fly now
may be when sun rises tomorrow,
the frosty night will have been forgotten
wings will expand,
morning will shrink
and the eyes will dry up