I tried to explain
I tried to suggest
I tried to ask
If we can transcend these barriers
Across the mountains of beliefs
That stop the monsoon breeze so often
Carrying the seeds of rain of hope
But I could not,
How could I
There are so many bridges
One needs to cross across
The river of mundanities
That permeates all uncertainties
I love these fuzzy horizons
Which never make it clear
If the roads ahead will lead some where
Many nights have passed since I dreamt
Aug 6
Many nights have passed since I dreamt
Of the emptiness that can let
Air devoid of sounds come through
The window
And stir the curtains reminding me that
No matter how hard one tries
Certain sounds will always be there
Just be there,
Like the drops of rain on the tin roof,
They may not be loud
But then the sound of breaths
in a silent night can create
A storm