Month: February 2014

Stay still
O little devil
In me
Stay still
Don’t panic
Who knows
When will
Quail fly

The boat would not have capsized
If a little more effort
Had been put in by the
Boatwomen
But she was in rush
To reach the other end
And didnt care
If others on this side
Remain stuck here
But
Waves came to rescue
They flooded the banks
There was no difference any more
Between here and
There

I didn’t tell you
But I of course cared
How else will the thorny bushes spare your scarf
And cocklebur not stick to your skirt
Life is not an aftermath of a storm
It is also not a placid sea
O
It’s an unpredictable river
Which can turn anywhere
When it rains enough
Because sky can’t retain all the Clouds
Of my tears

Did you find
Some moments I lost
The other day
When
You had headache
And I saw wrinkles scattered
Over the edge
Of a coffee cup
Brimming with froth
Like your laughter
But underneath
There was a dark liquor
Like my moods
Sometimes when
I spend more time in searching the moments
Rather than living them
Ah

Stir the pot
A bit more
If you can
Regardless of what happens to
The vapours
If they condense over my glasses
Wipe them hard
May be I Can see more clearly
What I can’t just now
May be
It s not what is visible
But intentionality
Behind
The
Willingness or otherwise
Of desire to see
Beyond glasses

When designs
Of a fragile fibre
Get embedded
In blue sky
With no inhibitions
No reservations
But only an abandoned
Joy
They become an ocean
Which allows
All boats to float
Even if storms can restrain
Their designs

dont ever sing this song again
dont ever ask, what will i gain
it is not a trade of words
of of vain obligations
it is not a season of betrayals
it is not a rainbow bereft of rain
dont ask me why did i insist then
why was i afraid of demands you made then
i am not going to judge any more
i am not going to ask you for more
dont ever this song again
dont ever ask, what will i gain

Take this small lunch box
I have packed a few patties
Cooked for you
A little pudding
And a few dates
Dried but sweet
I know your teeth are strong
You can chew
All those words
Which I didnot want to hear
Or say
But it is ok now
Don’t forget to carry
This lunch box
It also has some clouds
I had harvested from a blue sky
Which is now
Dark
But take this with you

I know you are going
O postman
No more will I get my letters
In this small hut
Located so far
No more will I get
Envelops without address
And stamps
Just because
You always knew
What I wanted sometimes to read
Go
Postman go
Where you will find only people
Whose letters
Had addresses
Rightly written
Go
From this
Mad world
Go

It is easy to imagine
That one can build a world without
Temples
In which one worships
At the feet of deities
Who demand many sacrifices
But can that world have enough space
For the emerging wings
Of a pink bird
That has learned to fly
In a sky I had painted that night
When all the stars
Had fallen on ground
One has stuck
With me
And I can’t let that go away
Even if it hurts
May be because
It hurts