Month: October 2012

while touching a fibre
torn from a worn out soul
you have stirred the nest
of cuckoo
where will she go now
who will it call now
why not let it lie low
who knows,
when will the sun
of its sky glow

maple leaves
broken sieve
filtered coffee
a shadow peeved
why do i still heave
a sigh of relief
as if,
you have questioned
an ardent belief

just be there,
for a while
and then i will sleep
losing track of the unkept promises
have not slept for long
dont comfort me
i have lost the key to dreamland
the windows though are open
some dreams escape
the smoky room
will you chase them or
wait
till the room gets burnt
and dreams get liberated

Walking through the rain
Narrow lane
Dimly lit windows
Even the steps of a stair
To the temple
Barely visible
I still climb
Find the door locked
But knock, absentmindedly
As if god will open its doors for me
But then I return
And walk back
This time soaked
In not just rain
But also the darkness
Inside, outside
Everywhere

Don’t cry, my little shadow
When it is about to dawn
Laugh, love and like
All the smiles
That will shower
The path, in the morn,
Soak the dew
Even if It is always unsure
No matter, if the
Gates are closed
Walk steps, more, just a few
There will be a sign
And there might be lamp posts
Somebody will tell you,
Don’t worry, look for streams benign
And offer all wrinkles on your forehead
Into the lap of waves
What if I can not promise
The night has invited
All the fears
That roamed free on the branches so long
As if to nest them
In the garden of hopes
Stairs are dilapidated, don’t grudge them
Just walk on,
Love will pave the way, sure, it will
And you don’t have to stop
Because the stairs give way
Moth eaten woods of each step
Is too old now
Don’t try to slimb this way
Just fly into the arms of future
Like an eagle watchful of small bates
Far away
Scattered in the valleys of sacred crates
Of lamps, flowers and all the offerings
Devotees brought at your door
Go
Bless them,
Go, bless them

Aroma
Of a swollen river
Can make a ray of dim light
Lose its way
For a while
But then
Wrinkles on the curtain
Tied too tightly
To let the light come in
Will not unfold
You can wait on the other side of
The window
And hope to catch a glimpse
Of fading shadows of a
Lamp
About to extinguish
Don’t breathe faster
A small thrust will
Declare darkness
In this small room

There are many drops
That have not fallen
And they cling on the edge
Of the tendril
Of tears still
Will u like to sip them
The solitude will accompany
The silent journey of theirs
And no echo will be heard
Will you still
Like to stay on course
When the light has abandoned this path
And I am not able to
Hold any hand
Any longer
Scaled palms can not comfort
You deserve better,
Go away, go away,
Go
Far away

Don’t chase the shooting star
Milky way is too far
And the ash of last burned star
Has still not been digested by the creepers
In my garden
Why do you wish to await the next star
Losing its way
Don’t look for them in my eyes
These are wet
For so long
Tears refuse to dry
Will you like to cling to the sparkles
In the sullen sky

Deep into the forest
I lost my way
And amidst moist breeze
And the crackling sound of dry leaves
I heard a whisper
Slowly unleashing a storm
Of silences
Springing from a whirpool
In the placid lake
I kept sitting on the bank
Hoping it to subside
But it took over the entire sky
Leaving no ray
Cut through the haze
That Engulfed me
I am wet
The silence is not cut
And the night is still
I still
Don’t know the way
But then way has become
The jungle
No body walked on it for so long after all

when the curtains were still
and the wind blew hesitatingly
why did you knock again
knowing that door is very feebly hinged
once opened, it may not close easily again
and then every thing will be turned
upside down
wind does not blow gently any more