Month: April 2013

The Hermit has declared a vow of silence
Every time there is a storm
And leaves fall from the tree
Along with some dry branches
There will a campfire
To roast the tubers
Dugout from under the trees
That have not bloomed for years
The birds are waiting
For fire to be ignited
And hermit to get busy
With his meditation
Thy know hat he will forget
To turn the tubers
Some will be cooked more and some less
These will be then left for birds to eat
And he will laugh and talk to himself
Telling himself how consistent he is in forgetting
things
Some more, some less

There was a little doll
Who will play and throw tantrums
Whenever she could
But there were days
When she just minded her games
And didnot bother about any thing
A small frog asked her
O little doll
Why do you become so demanding sometimes
She said, ” you know, when I submit,
You complain
When I argue
You complain
When I cry
You complain
You ate incorrigible”
Frog smiled and said
Look when you play
And keep to yourself
New smiles are born
New ideas turn their sides
But when you cry
ANd wet your pillows
The clouds refuse to rain
Lest he flood dissolves your tears
And turn the lake of smiles
Brackish
So keep smiling
Don’t bother
Leave me to my fate,
Ignore my complaints
Just be yourself,
Grace be your gift
Growth be your goal
Leave the shrunken leaves
On the pavement
Wind has to prove
It gathered some mass
Let the manure of meaningless dreams
Be thrown
In the dried bed
Which hasnot been planted till date
Let us leave the tending to Gardner
You just grow and grow
Frog jumped into the lake
Ripples took over the shadows of trees
And I kept staring
Quietly
Will the boats capsize
And make me sink
In the lake today

Don’t take rest
Said the driver
Of the road
Which went to a workshop
Road travelled, passengers stood still
As if one floats on flowing river
But how does one take rest
Driver tells me now
Keep working,
Don’t look out of the window
Keep working
But then he tells me
Sleeping is necessary
Spending time with friends
Is necessary, he reminds
And don’t grudge that
But don’t take rest
Says a driver with in
Now who To listen

When the bloom claims the right
To spread the seeds
In gardens ploughed
But also the untilled roadside
It matters little
If the rains are around the corner
Or not
For the hot sun is vying
To regain
The shadows of all the burned trees
In the fire
Of fury
Of forsaken words
Broken promises
And all the sworn
Curses thrown at the
Altar of the goddess
Of revenge and rancour
The painful reminders
Of threats to declare
Why bruised ego
May spread the molten lawa
Of volcanic eruptions
Far and wide
The fears have given way
The truth doesn’t hold sway

…………..

Do I care
Because I want to consume
The nectar of a flower
Showering its aroma all around
Or is it the pungency
Of a poignant prayer
That has gone sour
Why can’t we share the space
Between known and unknown
Said and unsaid
Touched and untouched
As a sacred vow
Of silence
The moment one says
It
The sound escapes
Vow is broken
Tears swell
And banks shiver

Do you want
Precautious predators
Of pious intentions to
Devour all that exists between
Calm
Quiet
Serene
Silence
And claimed ownership of
A shared corridor
That can not be partitioned
Decide
Determine
Desire and
Destroy

Many times we don’t keep
The distances safe
Lest journey to the temple remains sacred
We are not able to ask
Whether kindness should encashed
Or the crackles of dry leaves
Be quietened
By composting all of them

Dont throw stars at me
In a dark night
Who knows which sparkle shows the way
To which dream
Anonymously
Why should the darkness
Engulf the lighted embers
Even if to keep the night warm

maa kaali tum to bas waisi hi ho
jasi tum thi sada wahin
kuchh anmayask
kuchh nischint
nirvighn ho tumhari pooja
iske lieye
hi to mainey pooccha
kya poori karun ab pooja
ya adhoori rakh
is aaradhana ko,
rahu wahin, thoda baichain,
janey bina ki tumko
kya laga, kya hua swagat
kya mila chain

when one needs to dissolve a bit,
may be without stirring the pot
may be without having to wait for the breeze
to disturb the peace
of the surface
when one does not say it all,
the unresolved, undissolved lumps of sugar
stay till the end
last sip becomes sweeter,
do u like to keep it that way

are emotions ever wasted?
dont they create meteoritic shower
once in a while
illuminating dark sky
when there is only hope in burning desires
that have been distilled
through devotion
but is devotion devoid of possessive passions
what if we cling too strongly, afraid to lose
we tighten the hold
stifling the freedom to fall
one’s own esteem
for good, but then who will fathom the intrigues
of clever mind
always inventive
always elusive
lest heart feels suffocated, stop
stop
asks the cloud left alone
flying on the wings of waves
but then will it stop
may be it will