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