Month: July 2012

walked in the rain
hoping that the stains will be washed
but they became stronger
deeper
did not know that i was bleeding from within
rain was not letting the wound dry

how does one heal a puncture
when tube is torn
and the path is full
of thorn

how little i could do
with all the wisdom,
and the peace interim,
flame of helplessness
swallowed her
and i am punished to be,
to be a mute victim

was it to make a flower bloom
that you burst
open a bud
not realizing the scars you left

you eroded the bank of a river
of trust
how will you sleep
any more
with your inner self so charred
how will you create
or mix the colours on your plate
will it not all
become just
a speck of dust

why should clouds be detained
at the door
of a draining music
sung by some one far away
and be not allowed to engulf
me, all of me,
when i have no respite
from being insoluble for so long
dissolve me
come cloud
dissolve me,
i am not tired of being myself
but now make me nothing, shunya
just shunya

dont blame me when i dont open the door
you keep murmuring
as if i dont listen
but there are a few rats
who are in my refuge
how do i betray their faith
can i not sustain your
expectation
without really going all the way
can i,
give me some time, will you
lovely cat, patient as you are,
impatient as i am

a cat crawled into the nest
but she was not looking for the eggs
she just wanted to clean up the place
before the dove returns and rests there
now, she has gone
and left the spaces elongated
the shadows became shorter
and the light dimmed
but the arms were tied behind the back
thats what had been demanded by the moments
trapped in the cervices
in the wall
which you wanted to seal,
fill with your smiles

and leave the void,
in between breaths slowly spaced,

when the storms did not give way,
what could clouds say,
withered, they loosened the knots,
and let the osmotic warmth stay,
still stay

when the storms did nt give way
and the clouds held sway
i paused and folded myself
in the knots
outside the window from which
fell a ball of wool
loose, untied, crumbled, entangled
now, all the pieces
of my dreams are untangled
and spread all around
waiting to be woven
tied in the knots of your braids

when the river is drying up
u decided to rain
but was it not too late
the fissures in its base
had connected to the deep drains
dont stir the edges
these will give way
fragile as they are
storms have now decided to
bypass this river,