there used to be a tree here
off th emain road
under which some times
when people were tired
they sat down to take rest
some stayed on longer and some
walked away
eager to reach their destination
today the tree is not there,
termites will not tell you its address
nor the way to each its roots
all the paths to go there have been sealed
by the slow
subtle
and still
moments of silence
you may try and thenblame yourself
for not having come in time
but the truth is
the tree has lived its life off
it is time we let it be forgotten and
let new sprouts come, grow
and give shade
may be you find that
more soothing and reassuring
the old tree
be allowed to wither away
from even the memory
lest it reminds you of
all that it might have offered
but is unbale to do so
let desires of spending few moments
under a lost tree not drain
your spirit
The Luminous Polestar, with stars revolving,
Reveled in showers of rank profound;
While perennial bloom,
Nesting an aviary
Soft warbles once did miss,
Little caring
Amidst chirps and howls,
Of burly flocks from distant towns.
The voyager on a sojourn
Looked in again, and little refrained
Pricing right the charioteer behind
Daring alike
Claws feline and stares equine;
Buried in blighted
Rind heard the alter ego
Meter unheard bless the fosterer with vim unbound
To shun the pest and trample the rest
In silence claiming share
Of chant divine.
when i tried to tell
it was enough
the words, prose or poem
went astray
the guard asked me to pay
the tax to enter
the house
once mine
but i had empty pockets
with no desire to count
what i never could
mind, the curency of care, concern and compassion
had taken its toll
of the wealth
i had lost,
now you ask,
if i will let the
tide sweep away
all the nests of animals
that bury their destiny under the sand
on sea shore
with no allowance
for disquiet
i have no answer
may be i do not need an answer
am i afraid
or is it just a trade
of love, respect and devotion
with goals, sacrifice and passion