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will the wait transform the meanings of the precipice

will the rocks give way

the slide down the hill

will round off some edges

let me dissolve into dust

that flies away

lest it rains and it settles down

here

from where it tried to escape for so many centuries

will the wait transform the meanings of the precipice

will the rocks give way

the slide down the hill

will round off some edges

ket me dissolve into dust

that flies away

lest it rains and it settles down

here

from where it tried to escape for so many centuries

there are still some pebbles lying around

will u like to make the castls of the sand

and decorate these with the pebbles

may be you are busy

and my yearning for playing with you

appears absurd to you

what shall i do, I can not throw away

the stones i collected from the river bed

for they were my joy, my trophies of love

embedded in the stones you played with

once in an abundant mood

today you can not even  listen to my request

when forest are on fire

you do not ask rivers to keep patience

the banks are alowed to go berserk

and the sand smoothens the wrinkles

of time

do not ask, why i have to suffer like this

when the birds are flying away far

the heat of the fire will take away all the clouds

may be you can rest till

drought has denied the leave

to spring

the crusaders are confused

they did not know the aftermath of burning

pyers of innocents

they had not anticipated sprouts of spirits

that would not die

they pulverized the fields where the seeds

of love had been sown

but by then squirrels had eaten away the seeds

and scattered them in a valley

where no crusaders ever attack

the ghosts of fire reside in this valley

engulfing every one who has

tried to stop the river

tame the winds

and cover the sun

why have i not eaten well for so many days

fasting for a week

or a weak soul in fast for these days

i do not know

but then prayers entail seldom a deal

more we seek, farther we go away from the goal

let us abandon our search
and then let time take its course

why are we so anxious

is our faith fickle

is it difficult to surmise

where do you find the energy from,  o river

asked a rock, a bit sad, sullen and overawed  by untiring journey of the river

she laughed

and stared at him

why do you ask such questions

did you ask sun, wind, or the birds

rock did not listen and exploded

all the dust filled the river bed

now river was a lake

ever expanding lake

kyun kuchh thakey thakey se nazar aatey ho

kya baat hai, kiski talaash hai,

kis khoj mein apni hi dhun mein,

tum kahan chaley jaatey ho

kuchh kuchh……

kahin kuchh khoya to nahin hai

kahin kuchh beej yadon ka boya to nahin hai

kis ki khatir rahon ko sabhi ki, phoolon se bharey jaatey ho
kuchh kuchh

lagta hai, kuchh paa liya hai

kisee door manjil ki khatir, sabra ka fal kha liya hai

mehnat to kartey ho, kisi se kuchh nahin kehtey ho

phir kyun kabhi kabhi aankhon ko geela kiyey jaatey ho

kuchh

why will you keep quiet
when the whole forest is filed
with the chatter
of the birds
waves
and the butterflies

have you seen a snake
waiting to grab its prey
have you become so concerned
with living
that you have forgotten to laugh\

when you were young, u laughed a lot
some times you behaved as if you had grown up
and some times you cried
if even one wish remained unfulfilled
you did not relent
why do not you insist any more
why do u adjust to the situations
why do not you throw tantrums
may be you do not love me any more
dont you