Saturday, December 3, 2011

aren't we?

"I wonder why  are we angry and sad at times!"

"It's like writing about poetry in the answer paper
when the question is asked from prose?'

"Do you think it's wrong?"

"No, I am just saying that
we are all trained to appreciate
poetry more"


what do you call this!

"Everyone is afraid of THE consequence!"

 "Is it because we are not sure about it?"

"No, it is because we are all pretty sure
that there is A consequence"


Wednesday, November 23, 2011

knowing death . . . (may be annoying at times)

My philosophical friend
visited me this morning.
(I hope I have introduced him to you earlier)

"What's the quote for the day?",
I queried.

"The first-birthday is to be celebrated grand
for one doesn't know
which is going to be the last",
he said.

"Oh! Anything else?"

"You seem not to like it.
I have another one",
he smiled.

"mm... tell"

"A death has too many reasons
but no one knows
the right one"

I could not resist smiling this time.


Friday, September 23, 2011

where am I now . . ?

My friend the other day
was telling about the rain
playing hide and seek.

I then deviated and started
a new topic . . .
"I feel like moving ahead from
the world of words?",
I said.

"Do you imagine where would that be?",
was her surprise query.

"I don't know . . .
may be to the valley of silence
or to the top of a volcano",
I responded.

"That's such a contrasting image",
she said.

"But, both seems to be equal possibilities to me,
that too at the same distance
and I am exactly in the middle,

"Wow!" was her response.

"A strong wind can take me to the top
or a strong flow can take me to the valley.
So, staying afloat can either be a boon or a bane",
I finished my sermon.

She then started laughing
to be followed only by
a strong wind and an incessant rain.


Friday, September 16, 2011

few angry words . . .

"It's like
being forgotten the way
in the mid-journey"

"What now?
You are going to
justify yourself?"

"No, I am rather
trying to forget
that I journeyed
and had a co-traveller"


Saturday, September 10, 2011

scotch peg . . .

'Any fool can take a wise decision',
told my friend this morning.
'What?', I looked at him inquisitively.
'Vice versa', he added
with a firm smile.


Wednesday, August 17, 2011

a passer by

the children
who run chasing the rain
are being chased
by another rain


Monday, August 1, 2011

taste of life

I was there,
when my Conservative friend
called a new age girl,
who just moved into a
new colourful sphere.

"I just can't appreciate
the new taste",
said the Conservative one.

"I can always appreciate
the new taste,
if it tastes good to me",
was the statement from
the Other end.


Tuesday, May 3, 2011

few more drops . . .

This morning
I overheard the poet
talking to Sumi.

'Last night's rain
restored my imagination', he said.

so, how do you feel now,
a winged bird?'

'No, a chained dragon'


Saturday, April 23, 2011

Let me through . . .

You are the
darkness of
the known path
and whenever
I endeavour
to journey through,
the destinations are
ecstatically ever-changing…


Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Ivan . . .

The school was on the top of the mountain
There was a disciplined silence prevailing in the class
Then there was this teacher and the student

‘What is your name?’,
asked the teacher.

The student just blinked.

‘What is your father?’,
came the next question.

He blinked twice this time.

‘Can’t you speak the truth?’,
an unnecessary advice filled the gap.

The whole class remained silent
and was waiting for the sermon.

‘It’s too much now,
why can’t you answer these simple questions?’
yelled the teacher.

‘No sir, I am just wondering
at all the possible answers
for your simple questions!’
he responded quietly.

‘This is complete indiscipline’

‘No sir, back home we call this
complete non-discipline’

‘Where is your home?’

He pointed towards the valley
and all the students just rushed out of the class
climbed down the mountain
spread all over the valley with immense joy.


Friday, March 4, 2011

timed out . . .

'Does time fly?', asked my friend,
the other day.

'It does, but by stealing our wings',
answered a passerby.


Wednesday, February 9, 2011

distanced . . .

Once there met two people
on the peripheries of a
destroyed town.
One, an accidental scientist
and another, an accidental philosopher.

"When there is stillness,
there is still
a movement", said one.

"It is the other way around
my dear friend.
When there is a movement
there is still
a stillness", said the other.

Those who were listening
were all destined
to reach their destinations.
One among them screamed,
"What if there is
neither stillness nor any movement
but only a distant destination?"


Sunday, January 30, 2011

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

a dialogue . . .

Though they were strangers to each other,
he once travelled with her to a faraway place.
Reaching the centre of that hamlet,
he finally asked her
“Where do you belong to?”

“Here”, she told.

He got excited and said,
“This place is so beautiful.
As you belong to this place,
you will be able to connect to its beauty
more than me,
isn’t it?”

“Yes” she nodded.

They then travelled together
not as strangers
to another faraway place.
Reaching the periphery of that village,
they met with another traveller,
who asked her ‘his’ question
“Where do you belong to?”

“Here” she smiled.

“This is a wonderful place.
As you belong to this place,
you should be feeling its greatness
more than me”,
said the other traveller.

“Yes” she accepted.

Little confused,
he but continued to travel with her
again as a stranger.

This time reaching a really faraway desert
he asked her,
“Where do you really belong to?”

“Here”, she looked all around
and then at him.

Immensely perplexed, he screamed
“How’s that possible?
Do you mean to say that
you belong to everywhere
because you are traveling around
all the time?”



“I am not travelling from or to anywhere
I am not moving at all
I am just here
It is the earth beneath me
moving all the time”


Monday, January 24, 2011

a prologue . . .

Amidst all the gasping gaps
and escaping sighs,
we reached the peak
where only one could stay.

I then swayed my white flag
and offered to jump off the peak.
You but had a spacious smile
and accommodated me inside the
milky white sheet,
which made us one.

‘I feel that we should be stopping this game
at any point from now’, you said.

‘mm..?’, I queried.

‘Just that every act of your entering in
throws me off my own self’,
your eyes were wide open then.


Tuesday, January 18, 2011