Month: April 2014

a layer of algae
placid lake
ripples still rise
but they don’t cross the brim
of the cup
in which i make coffee
the breathing space
holding on to sounds
of cracking cups
doesnt help
so
let the coffee spill over
let the cups don’t crack
but lake will still embrace
the breeze
and you can not help it

i am not a trader in smiles
i dont store them either
dont ask for them
they are sucked by the
sponge
which i made out of
all the squeezed
lemons
fallen from a
tree in my backyard

it was not necessary
to respond
to all the barbs,

i have faced the onslaught of arrows
from your quiver of queer kind
i kept quiet
and will try to do so
even if i have to irrigate the plants
i have grown on the fence
keeping boundaries intact
i will keep quiet

far above the sky
devoid of weight,
but with a deep sigh

the stars grumbled
why did their light fall short
who will tell them
a hungry black hole anchored at their port

dark clouds soaked in the blood
as it seems
of a bird
injured recently
when you threw
some vessels in the air
breaking them in anger
and the bird sitting quietly
was caught unaware
i dont know if i will be able to heal her
but i am trying
i can not give back her nest to her
but can i not give
a new sky to her?

is it necessary
that we should converge in all spaces
can we not agree to grow hedges on some sides
so that we can walk
on the other side
why should we insist that one should
walk through
this garden
from anywhere
may be some spaces need to be insulated
from the steps of walkers
so that seedlings grown there
can sustain
not every body can
nurture seedlings
may be you are good
for breaking fences
throwing stones in the lake
to let ripples
become lines of a song
that will be sung
when you are gone
dont insist
on all sides be open
let us walk on the part where
there is no throughfare
and thus
greater safety
of steps not treading on
path closed now

i collected
all the wax
that had fallen down
when you took candles down the aisle
to illuminate your path ahead
i thought i will make new candles out of it
and some body else will use them
i am a candle maker
but how can i
ensure
how do you hold the candle
fake or otherwise
the light is there
get hold of the ray
that reflects in the tears
that are here sometimes,
sometimes there
do i care?
do you care?
window pane has become a mirror
because of the foil you pasted
to keep light away
this darkness is your invention
dont blame the wax i collected
or candle i made

Bright morning
Birds have already had their
Pick of morning worms
Why will they savour dry crumbs
Of my bread
But the colours are more generous
Shine
Sparkle
Smile

having decided to strengthen the fences
there is not much to say
we can still stand across them
and talk
without rupturing the silence
lying amidst the leaf litter
lying at the base of that fence

yesterday
an old gardner died
with beard and white hairs
he was always smiling
i often met him while going to my office
sometimes he seemed worried, lost,
but he was always present in the moment
i asked him about his past
and learned only a few bits
which did not tell me
where was he lost
but he was lost
and now he is lost
i will have to find new gardner
to sow the flowers
and remove the weeds
he would plant some weeds like flowers
and thats what i liked about him
but who will not nurture weeds like flowers
may be i will find another gardner
but that gardner is lost
nobody can take his place
can one?