Tuesday, December 29, 2009
never suit to each other
I projected an I
that you did like
You projected a you
that I did like
And finally on our coming together
our lips stayed away from each other
without sharing the beauty of that moment...
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
do you know where I keep you in my world?’,
thus your question started our evening.
I just said a ‘No...’
You were in your flow
and did not stop answering your own question
‘Nowhere but everywhere’
I could smile and tell you
‘That was an expected response’
‘What would be the unexpected then?
I would like to give you a surprise.
Don’t tell me nothing can surprise you’
Your words were pouring into our sphere.
I was still calm to say,
‘Everything surprises me equally,
but tell me what you want to tell to surprise me?’
You stepped back from the playground saying
‘Nothing, I am yet to think about it’
My play had just started then,
‘You need not think,
it will come to you otherwise’
You too were relieved as the game was coming to an end
‘Oh! then I will wait’
I was still tempted to eternalise the play
‘You need not even wait,
it might have already come to you.
Just that you never noticed’
Are we still playing the game dear?
Monday, November 16, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
and the mind is just possessed by you.
When you are near,
you have your smile
to ensure my own existence
when you go away,
you leave your silence
as a precursor
to my non-existence.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
We thus created the space in between
just to demonstrate our warfare.
I have my militia parading on my side,
you but stand alone on the other side
with a white flag and a mysterious smile.
What am I to do with this fatal passion?
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
our farmers tilled the whole patch of dry land
to sow for the only season of the year.
But then they were all deceived as the monsoon
never reached their rain shadowed land.
It is then I received your message
‘Have you noticed that every raindrop
when hits the surface
makes a crown shape,
just for a fraction of second?’
I decided to keep the question unanswered.
I was not allowed to be in that comfort for long.
It rained heavily in the same evening,
making all those crowns across the sown lands.
I should be meeting you at least before the harvest.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
By then we had a windowed hut
on the banks of the rediscovered river.
You were sitting on the window side.
I was lying down and looking at the
‘Hey come and see…
It is violently raining’
I too came to the window.
‘I agree that it is raining heavily,
but it is not violent’
‘You remember last evening’s drizzling?’
‘How tender it was!
We could even see the ripples it made in the river.
You too had a drizzle like voice at that time,
Wasn’t that beautiful than this violent rain?’
‘That’s when you compare.
There are only good things in this world.
Nothing is better than the other’
‘Don’t be so philosophical’
‘I am not’
‘Then tell me… What do you think about me?’
‘You are beyond these good and better.
You are THE incomparable’
‘That’s a perfect lie, ha?’
‘No it’s a truth’
‘Yeah but genetically modified.
I am sure you do remember that
half bitten apple?’
‘By the way, why did not you reveal
what happened to that apple?’
‘Simple… I ate it’
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
‘What if you are?’
‘I wish I am’
‘You are indeed’
‘What are you going to do now?’
‘What am I supposed to do?’
‘It is you who are troubled’
‘But, once you told me that the troubled sea is more fathomable’
‘Let me be troubled’
‘Oh! Leave it’
‘Yes, if you wish’
‘Tell me something, are you attempting to write a gender-neutral stuff?’
‘Why are you asking that?’
‘Then, where have She and He of your narrations gone? Look, what you have written now. It is without She and He, I mean, You and I’
‘Hmm… The She of my poetic sphere has gone away to create her own narrative world’
‘And where is the He?’
‘He too simply followed her to enter that new sphere’
‘Oops! How come He was allowed to enter?’
‘He just needed to throw some stones in a river to make some ripples’
‘Interesting, What is He doing there now?’
‘Looking at the clouds, drenching in the rain and reading her mind just to utter her own words’
‘Do you think He would get some unusual words to weave his poetry from being there?’
‘Yes, He already got A lot…’
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
The lantern in your hand created the way for us.
There were signs of a distant rain in the air
and we were walking towards it.
I wanted to hold one of your hands,
But you maintained as if they were your unfolded wings,
I was thus deprived of the warmth of being together.
Our sky got some of the early lightning,
By then the rain too had come towards us and it started drizzling.
Awaken from its yearlong drought,
My earth discovered some drenched words for you.
“Too sad that it’s dark now.
We can only feel but can’t see the rain”
I saw you smiling in the dying light of the lantern.
‘Isn’t it enough that we can feel the rain?’ was the reply
I expected from you.
You but had something else to say
“That’s why we are having these lightning dear,
to see the rain majestically”
And that was a great revelation.
Every lightning from then showed the rain in its wholeness,
from the sky to the earth.
The mischievous mind came up with another question
that I directed towards you
“Why do we have these thunders then?”
You never replied me.
The unanswered question of mine,
flew between us till it seemed to get dissolved in your silence.
One of the lightning showed you fiercely looking at me,
followed by a not-so-musical thunder.
We then did not walk much forward.
At some intuitional point you decided to get back
and I followed you as privileged as ever.
On our way back you held one of my hands
and your hand was still warm enough.
The rain became heavier, I was not actually ready -
to get drenched from the core of my heart as it happened.
One could simply wonder the way you answer me every time
Friday, June 12, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
with no stars and no moon.
Also our lights went out of charge.
We but stayed back within our spaces,
distant to each other and
identified ourselves by one another’s voice.
It was your turn to put a question
“Why do we need these doors in the darkness?
Don’t you think they stand void in nothingness?”
I was not that trained in answering like you
“The doors are here to curtail the freedom
that the darkness provide.
We too are not that bright from our inside”
I could sense a little annoyance
when you asked
“You like to confuse all the time,
should I curse you to be in darkness forever”
I learnt your smile this time and replied
“Sure… but be aware that
every curse from you makes my space
brighter than before”
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
I am realizing that needs are indeed needless.
I contradict with myself than anyone else.
Life seems dead next to me.
The logical self tells me that
a word from you doesn’t need to bring me
I am least bothered and being illogical,
drowning here in the sea of meanings
knowing well that it is you,
who have that life saving word.
But, what if you don’t utter it?
as I discovered once that
you are the messiah of silence.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
about my dream of reaching nowhere.
But your initial words
and the silence towards the end,
guided us to reach that roofless hut.
I then emptied my pockets
off the waiting smile that I collected
from a bus stop prostitute of the city.
The smile made the space brighter.
We had nothing much to talk about.
I was lying down next to your bed
thinking to reach you somehow.
You were sleeping as you discovered
the knack of reaching nowhere.
The next morning
we still journeyed together,
being not sure
whether that was a kind of
coming back or going away.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
in between us.
We built a wall over it.
That night we were sitting
on the wall,
having a not-so-perfect
moonlit forest in front of us.
Being set in that poetic sphere,
I asked you
‘What if I get lost into this forest?’
You had your usual smile
before replying me
Your fears will bring you back
to this wall’
Thursday, May 7, 2009
under the wide open sky.
She was walking in the front,
with a torch in her hand.
Almost on the middle way,
she remembered to remind me
‘Watch the steps’.
Being at that extreme point,
I naturally thought about Sumi.
what she would have said
if happened to be there.
she at the most would say
‘Watch the stars’
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
The bird seemed to be silent in the beginning
Then started its interrogation
‘What wing you are?’
Astonished tree set back for a while
and then returned a ‘What?’
‘Come on! I am asking whether you are right-wing or left-wing?’
reinstated the bird.
Tree had a long breathe before it could utter a word
‘I was till date thinking that this wing-business is only for you birds.
By the way tell me if there is any middle-wing?’
With a little surprise this time
replied the bird, ‘But you can’t fly with a middle-wing’
The relieved tree thus ended the conversation,
‘Why should I fly at all, after all I am a tree?’
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
From there I called this friend,
who once told me,
'Travels take you to nowhere
but make you to be stable in yourself'.
He was supposed to meet me then.
I thus asked his whereabouts.
He replied like a cool devil,
'I am on the way', and
he added, 'as usual'...
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
if thrown at me,
can make thousand ripples.
I was just a pond,
But it's not that easy
to wait relentlessly,
just for a single stone.
I don't want to be flawless
and I either can't be 'flow'less...