Wednesday, July 28, 2010

rain shadow . . .

I live in a far away dry-land

and you in the midst of the rain-forest.

We could still relate to each other.

I thus started weaving a carpet

to lay in the sphere in between

so as to make our transgressions

a comfortable affair.

I did of course weave the carpet with

facts and fiction

which you preferred to call truth and lies.

On your way to reach the middle-path

you admired those fictional threads

as shiny and smooth.

But when you are back in the rain

you are telling me that

I should have not lied to you.

I have nothing to say in response,

just remember those little violet flowers

that have blossomed on both sides of the way

when you headed back.

,..

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

let it rain...

when it rains,
it rains till my present gets washed away
and your face starts floating
on the surface of my soul...

,..

reversals...

Our sea of time
still flows towards the mountain top,
where we once got drenched in the spring rain.

Life has but moved us to the autumn valleys.

We can still talk about
being you
and
being me
and let people to name it
'The Sermon of the Valleys'

,..

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

its YOUR dream...

Why should you trust me to
take your dream forward?
How can I dream your dream,
when I have never slept with you?

,..

Saturday, July 17, 2010

play it out

in and out
out and in
the play is endless
just that the stage is empty
all the time

,..

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

stagnated river can't be a sea...

I refuse to write words which are not mine

and I also know that

I can’t own even a single word,

should I be silent forever?


,..

Monday, July 12, 2010

another secret

I was never bothered
about your untold secrets
until you told me
about their existence...

,..