Month: March 2014

Colours can be meaningful
If the meanings are not colourful
Transparent canvases
Silent caresses
Of the morning dew
And a tendril still exploring

to embrace the quiet winds
broken twigs
fallen leaves
and may be some still to sprout
dreams

an eye for detail
is all that is needed
to notice the anger
underlying the frowns
on not finding any reason
for inertia and indolence
that brought the wave to shore
without wetting it

Nobody grows stolen flowers
For long
But today
Spring has sanctioned
A good bloom
Relish it
God forbid
Somebody picks this flower
From your garden too
Don’t worry
I will wipe your tears
And we will then pray
that new sprouts
In every garden
get all the sun light they deserve
is not that what we call solidarity,

today the tears you have sown
will irrigate some dormant seeds of hope and faith
and i hope these seeds will grow into a tree
under which even you will get shade
some day when you will need that

it was a sunny day
when we had met
then truthful rays were witness
of silence and smiles
but now when it is a bit cloudy,
why has truth become a casualty
why cant conversations be as earnest
as ever
why cant we build like an ant house
small cocooned shelter for shared verses

dont embrace me
loose ends will get tied
it will become difficult
to tell the falling stars to
get stitched in the scarf
that you gave me
full of a deep sky

go, stay there
far away from the fireplace
it might warm the cushion
that i will like to sleep on
when i am tired
and you are fresh
unsettled
confused and disoriented
so many pots were watered by you
to let flowers bloom
but none only for you,
so far
but things will change
try,

dont heave a sigh

like the filtered light rays
i was waiting for the rain
to wash the path
on which we were to walk
but then you slipped
broke your ankle
now we have to wait till plaster is off
and then we will walk again
slowly
hand in hand
singing songs of those
rays
which even without filters
washed our faces
but now they reflect
on the brim of the eyelids
covering moistened eyes

dont cry
i will not be able to contain all the tears
that will dry
eventually
and leaving their marks on your cheeks
washed with unfiltered rays
but reflecting still

like a shading device
i was wondering if i should stand
alone
under the dark balcony
from which you had promised to throw the fishnet
to catch all the fishes flying in the air
but then you got caught in some other net
my fishes are roaming freely
is not that called freedom

bit by bit
you filled up your canvas
with new colours
old shades got suppressed
and yet you expect

that
one should only see

the original picture
you had made with so much truthfulness

but now, it is very difficult for a bee
to be welcomed
by tender flowers
the bee has already pollinated so many flowers
but may be it still has a little nectar left
only for this tender flower
which has forgotten the word
it gave to the spring
to blossom and smile

Still
So unsettled,
Why are you so thirsty
Have you been anxious
But then isn’t that a sign
Of giving up
Don’t

Try
Persist
And passionate pursuits
Do make it
Why deny
Ecstatic moment
Try

Before setting
Sun paused
At the corner
And asked
Will you try
Still
To illuminate
The dark
Corners in somebody’s conscience
Who can’t keep track
Of why
She let so much darkness
In
The sanctum Santorum
Of her inner temple
In the first place