Month: August 2014

who is under delusion, difficult to say
but surely
a tree which can not respect the
creeper
for having sapped its juice
must be under delusion
or will the creeper be crazy
to have thought
it obliged the tree
for
having sapped it dry
but
why

strange that creeper is not satisfied
till the tree dries off
but the tree
is resilient and will survive
after all
its hosting the creeper
is not without purpose

peace
tranquility is with me
sad songs signify the essence of my life
i don’t need to whitewash it
i am sorry that i was carried away for a moment
let us be exact
just as a lake is never interested in spilling over
unless there is too much rain
then all stains are washed
we have not had enough rains so far
let it rain more
till then let us do our usual chore

cold breeze
or a pensive moment
nothing worked with her
volcano was consuming her
because i could not
swallow the molten lava
dont know
if lava should flow
or she should go

but then the answer is not
what one expects
actually one does not need an answer
it is in the
question
that the hope lies

Dont ask the directions
When you get lost
Somebody might actually
Tell you
And rob you of reason
To stay lost

when he saw

i am not going any where after getting down

how do i tell him

that i have gotten down

but not gotten away

let me try to think about that

till then

let parking lot

become a party plot

whether one gets lost
or reverberates in the simmering lake
on the edge of a mountain
which has suddenly realised
that it has a volcano in its womb
does it matter
it doesnt
except when
search
leads
to substance
that can not be washed away
it stays stuck
on the paper
on which you start to paint a picture
and then colours evaporate
and canvas acquires cosmic colour
( creamy white).

khwahish ab kya karun, kuchh bhi theek lagta nahin
tumhari khamoshi,
kuchh soch samajh kar ugayi jhadi ki tarah
ab parakartik nahin lagti
shayad, tum kuchh ghonsley bunaney mein lagi ho
jinmein rehney waley panchi
tumhari itni sundar bunayi muhtaj nahin hai
unhey
wo to mulayam hathon se banayey ghaas ke thikaney pasand
kartey hain,
sach
aur safai
se apni baat kehney waley
thinkaney
bana sakti ho?

i pray often
that is actually
my true ‘character’
said the flute
quietly
when wind came too close
for comfort
she shivered
shuddered
now
there will be a strong gust of breeze
all untold songs will be sung
all unspoken sounds
will be heard
and then there was music
by that time
i had become deaf