you did not ask

you did not ask, if you are right or wrong, when life became a journey into deep woods of nothingness, you did not need to be reminded that way ahead could  end up in lake, from where one may never come back,

drowning in this lake is not worse than  floating alive on the surface,

did i feel pain

when i did not feel others’  pain, was it because i had become engrossed in my own pain, can my pain ever be more deeper than that of others about whom i care,

do you wish me to remember

do you wish me to remember

why the dust rises so often  now a days

when you come back

and gets into your eyes

you rub your eyes and despite all warning

persist

as if the dust will come out

worried about hurting the lids

over the deep gazes

but then you have often hurt yourself

do not do it again

will you let dust settle till some tears wash them away

when the swans dont dance

when teh swans dont dance

but the waves get into a trance

who bothers, who waits

but for some one, the ship seldom sails

when the waves are placid,

the tubulence invites

and anxiety placates

and she thinks, its all waste

tantrums have lost their edge

but the winter bites

sweater you gave is not warm enough

may be i should take a cold water bath

instead of fighting cold, i should  assimilate it,

is that why you are volcanic, asked the boat

what could  have wave said,

she smiled and moved towards the other shore

the change that i forgot to keep track of, is on us,

the change that i forgot to keep track of, is on us,

the storm has passed

but when you were standing in the doorway

i was wondering

if it is like the rain that occures in spurts

some times on , some times off, but the drizzle continues

i am not wet, though it rained whole night

i was standing under the tree

which has sheltered me always

every time when

i have needed the shade,

will the dance of dark gazes on the floor of the house of hopes stop me

will the dance of dark gazes on the floor of the house of hopes stop me

will your calls for returning to the same graveyard of a  sufi saint persuade me

will i ask again what i have avoided all these years,

the need to paint, write songs and dance on the floor

ruptured by the joyful waves

and the gazes of the eyes that have seen through me all, always

did i do wrong

did i do wrong

by withholding what i needed to tell

so long as  it was done and done well,

and who was harmed by my action today

will it have harmed some one  tomorrow

if unchecked,

could i have done some thing

which would have harmed me

who will give me answers to these questions

you quote Gita to say, vivek ( self reflection) and sannidhya( company)

but my friends tell me i did no wrong

and my conscience says too that i was right

who would then  decide what is the right way

have others who followed this  path put others into trouble

will this have put me also in trouble

will i avoid only actions which put me into trouble

or also those which affect others

either in deed or morality,

how can a deed be right and still be immoral

may be when the right  means  get in the way of right ends?

am i a creeper

am i a creeper twining around the trunk

of a tree

that has shed some leaves

but still has some sprouts

which are looking around

for some signs of hope

of growing  around

to shade the new seedlings

beneath

on the muddy ground

in which you   walked some time ago,

dhara ka beej jheel ke pet se ugega

nischal ho, isliyey hi kya
udwalit honey par bhi shaant ho
kahin kuchh honey wala hai,
dhara ka beej jheel ke pet se ugega
kisee pyale mein neer,
bharey nayano  se girega
uski ki bhap se kisee ka hoth nahin jalega
pee jao, wish pee jao
aawaj aayi
ab koi is wish se vyarth hi nahin marega
kuchh badalega
kuch badla hai
jo shaant hai, uske bheetar ka jwalamukhi
ab duayen ban bahega
dhara ka beej
jheel ke pet se ugega