Month: November 2013

broken cup
scattered reflections
a train detoured
morning welcomes birds
like every other day
but why is black myna so sullen
today
what is that which hasnt splashed
when you threw box of colours all around
why did not y clothes get splintered with colours
dont save me
dont save colours
just spread them around

What are the stars saying,
where are the chimes playing,
who is listening to the knocks on door,
who is keeping the temple clean?

Musings of a mountain,
play of a pheasant,
the wings were open,
where did the wind go?

with in the corridors of creative pursuits
i had failed to locate the sediments of silliness
now that i have betrayed my friend
the one who told me never to cry
when the stillness of the moment
squeezes the clouds of all the moisture,
leaving the vapors like dried tears,
i may dissolve all the expectations
and just lie down at the feet
of Ma kaali
hoping not to be forgiven

i dug deep to find the pearls
which of course, i would not store
but the heart of a rock
could not be stirred so easily
and then it gave way, let the river flow
may be it will need no dams,
it will flow to new shores
in the twilight zone of tropics and the temperate
may be that is what means the turning of tide,
dont ask, why smile scan not hide
all the pain
all the tensions
that help in converting
all the fallen leaves into manure
so that you can be sure
you can be sure

when the vessel gets empty
it loses its weight
floating on the surface,
it doesnot miss any shore
or the memories of the yore,
like a rolling stone, it moves and stops and rolls again
why would you fill it
with nectar of your flowers
go, flourish in the gardens where spring is still alive,
soil is deep and lot of birds thrive
why try to fuill
an empty vessel
not sure, it will retain,
given all the cracks
waiting to widen their chasm