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991 Anonymous knowledge

When they shared with us their

Knowledge

Of dealing with the stars

That go astray

Without showing the way to the

Boats

Stolen from the womb of time

What do we tell them

When we find that knowledge very useful

In curing a whole generation

Of the disease of sleeplessness

Due to memories

Of the times

When stars lit brightly in the sky

And the rivers flowed

Overcoming all the rocks

That cane in the way

Singing the music of martyrs

Who died for keeping the flame of curiosity

Burning

Lest the world forgets

Why did they plant all the trees

under which we sing the lullabies they composed

Anonymously

Why would u go away

Why would u go away

Some time because the room is

Too little for two to be in,

And some time you love him so much

Being here would not be serve it

Any more,

No matter

How high is the score

Of  the riverside music

That flows through  shore

Unknown,

Why will you miss the boat

When it is the only one to

Take you there,

Do we care for a nest

On drying tree

So much

That we pour

our only cup of nectar at its feet,

why don’t we stint

when we are short of

the minimum change

that one needs to pay the fare,

and we just wait

for a wave

a big wave

that will lift us above

above, very high

and throw us away in the lap

of the hungry storms

starved of  love

for a long time

‘forgive me my tresspasses’ said the bird

to the gardener

but then how can a bird tresspass

how can boundaries of graden be ever so impervious

why should we seek permission to enter

the courtyard of intimacy

why should journey to one’s inner temple

be laden with responsibility to be orderly

are we not praying all the time for peace

why deny then the shower of peace

which comes only when we are unencumbered

with the memory of our actions

ego and predelictions

when purpose is all that remains

fellow travellers leave one by one

all in search of grapes of garnished hopes

but now when the roots have dried

the river does not fill the wells any more

it has changed its course

get used to live without shade

may be the pursuit of purpose warrants

sojourns in silent shadows of

unmet desires

of those who wanted to lend their hands

but then had to withdraw

will there be thaw

when she bent like a rainbow
with one end in the sky
and the other in my arms
i was stunned by the silence
the train started to move
and the rainbow lifted its veil
all around there were birds chirping
as if to declare the victory of passion over purpose

i am still recalling the aroma
of breaths that become
a gale of hope
and joy that charges the spirit
to explore, uncharted territories
right in front of us, right around us, like the moments
we forget to touch

till yesterday he was darling of all eyes

brimming with hope and charging every heart

and then he fell

tripped by mistakes of those whom he trusted

he is still tryingto walk, and keep his head high

as always

and the tide will change

the winds have to remember

i have often asked myself

while looking at the full moon

why does it look so thoughtful, why dont i find

it smiling always

then i recall what you told me the other day

when we are away from each other

the time teases us,

the drop of dew are shy

of reflecting all the light they absorb

what do they do of the remaining light

they might have mixed it in the dew

so that memories become manure

and flowers remain in fresh bloom

longer, lighter, and last

till moon decides to take leave of its duties

and the lake is rebounding the songs you sang

while walking on green grass

like a shadow of moon in the early hours of the night

did i hang your photo on a broken wall
which was cracked by the load
of memories
that you had difficulty in bearing with
all this while
let me take it off and place
it in a trunk
which i will immerse in a river
on a full moon night so that when it sinks,
the waves will lift it up
and let it float for as long as
the time stays still

have you seen the glaciers melting

after the storms of silence have wiped clean

the face of mountains

that stood witness to the torment

that you had to face

for no fault of yours

i could not embalm the body that was bruised

but then rest you must get

peace too

even if it means

you have to do

all that you donot like

like tearing the pages from diary

in which you worte the verses

of a joy abandon

the storms will pass but not

the moments in streams

that flow down the slopes

having no regard for the  beams

on which rested the vila

you lived along with birds

nests  are not torn

but the tears of memories wronged

torment you no less

why not take leave

of the lazy lakes

that will remain still

even when the storms

pass