Month: February 2017

Don’t throw up your hands
Look deep with in
Swallow
Drops of dew are in wait

Ok

Don’t stop, flow
River you promised, to go
Why then drown the banks?
Why are you so slow
Flow

Don’t stop
Continue your aggression
Who knows wax may melt
Coat all the papers
Written with curses
Lest they ever get dissolved
In rain of kindness
Saner moments
Are yours
Insanity is my turf
Let me walk there

Don’t know
If it ever matters
Whether peaks surrender or valleys
River must flow
It must find its way
So what
If some banks give way
Some eyes make wind sway
I hope

You too hope

will all the withered leaves
bent branches of trees in my garden
whispers of breeze, hesitant, but resolute
i dont have any thing more to say
silence has taken over
like a wornout shawl
trying to cover on old night
a soul, which has overused the time
given by nature, so bye
let leaves dry
let withered moss bare the rocks
so what if a sigh filled night soaks
all the tears that flew
aimlessly, it seems now
could not let waves stear your way
could not have anything any more to say
let me wait when these trees will try up
but wood will still be useful
craft careful cups
bowls
and fill tem with hope, faith, blessings
that will be showered by the new trees
you would have planted by then

no matter how hard i try
no matter how many leaves i gather, dry
to manure your roots
you remain for ever distraught
you remain in the world of ‘ought’
how do i let you float
in the so painstakingly made boat