The Continuum...

floating around . . .

2012-01-31T17:52:00.002+05:30

distanced from the past

not fitting into the present

don't want to think about the future

,..

the middle path . . .

2012-01-06T17:34:00.000+05:30

Being in a 'total destruction' mood,
our friend was on
with his morning walk.

On the way he saw a troubled person
wandering in the road
and pretending to search something.

"What are you searching here?",
asked our friend.

"I am searching the middle path.
Do you think, you can help me in this?",
asked the wanderer.

With the usual smile -
responded our friend,
"I can't as you are already
in the middle of the path"

,..

aren't we?

2011-12-03T14:54:00.001+05:30

"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!

2011-12-03T13:29:00.001+05:30

"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"

,..

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

2011-11-23T12:40:00.001+05:30

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.

,..

where am I now . . ?

2011-09-23T16:23:00.001+05:30

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,
floating..."

"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.

,..

few angry words . . .

2011-09-16T14:00:00.000+05:30

"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"

,..

scotch peg . . .

2011-09-10T18:24:00.000+05:30

'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.

,..

a passer by

2011-08-17T10:43:00.000+05:30

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

,..

taste of life

2011-08-01T10:30:00.000+05:30

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.

,..

few more drops . . .

2011-05-03T10:00:00.000+05:30

This morning

I overheard the poet

talking to Sumi.

'Last night's rain

restored my imagination', he said.

'Oh!

so, how do you feel now,

a winged bird?'

'No, a chained dragon'

,..

Let me through . . .

2011-04-23T11:58:00.000+05:30

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

,..

Ivan . . .

2011-04-19T09:27:00.000+05:30

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.

,..

timed out . . .

2011-03-04T16:37:00.000+05:30

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

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

,..

distanced . . .

2011-02-09T09:13:00.000+05:30

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?"

,..

shadowed cat

2011-01-30T12:06:00.001+05:30

alone is the cat
so is the
shadow behind

,..

a dialogue . . .

2011-01-26T09:44:00.000+05:30

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?”

“No”

“Then?”

“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”

,..

a prologue . . .

2011-01-24T09:55:00.000+05:30

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.

,..

new year wish

2011-01-18T10:28:00.000+05:30

i need to master
the art
of not being excessive

,..

Kalpavalli . . .

2010-11-25T14:20:00.001+05:30

When the hills vanish,
there exist a valley
that is of silence,
and another hill
that is of memory . . .

,..

moral of a boat story

2010-11-13T10:33:00.000+05:30

Whatever you say
to explain yourself
becomes justification.

Whatever I say
to explain myself
is the ultimate truth.

Should we be sailing the boat together yet?

--

Moral of this boat story:
"We just need to balance the boat,
it already knows how to float"

,..

isn't it?

2010-11-11T17:05:00.000+05:30

truths are momentary
.
.
.
.
.
lies are long-living

prisoned longing . . .

2010-10-12T17:42:00.000+05:30

we lost ourselves

in the street of longings

and could not discover

till we met

in the corner of a prison

,..

resurrection

2010-10-08T13:21:00.000+05:30

at the end

you saw a black hole

and i saw a lighted dot

come lets now see it together

there must be some stars waiting for us

,..

:-)

2010-09-20T15:07:00.000+05:30

cloudy sky
women are chattering instead singing
in the paddy field

,..

Advaita . . .

2010-09-18T14:15:00.000+05:30

click to go deeper

. . .

2010-09-17T17:38:00.001+05:30

disappeared buds
will still be blooming
in the land of nowhere

,..

the buddha head

2010-09-17T17:28:00.000+05:30

all the keys need not work
as there are
not many locks around

,..

thamassoma jyothir gamaya

2010-09-16T17:23:00.000+05:30

click to be brighter

. . .

2010-09-09T15:06:00.000+05:30

words can never get the wings

to fly away

from the world of meanings

,..

. . .

2010-08-26T17:13:00.000+05:30

'What if I get slipped?'
I thought . . .
and slipped.

,..

'mist'erious

2010-08-20T16:48:00.000+05:30

click to go closer

. . .

2010-08-20T16:46:00.000+05:30

you just left me to be a burning sun
that needs some rain

,..

r(o)ot . . .

2010-08-03T16:03:00.000+05:30

What if people stay in a place for a long time?

'They get rooted'
said a bird on the tree.

'They get rotten'
said a discriminated soul.

,..

rain shadow . . .

2010-07-28T09:04:00.000+05:30

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.

,..

let it rain...

2010-07-21T11:37:00.001+05:30

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

,..

reversals...

2010-07-21T10:24:00.000+05:30

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'

,..

its YOUR dream...

2010-07-20T10:34:00.001+05:30

Why should you trust me to

take your dream forward?

How can I dream your dream,

when I have never slept with you?

,..

play it out

2010-07-17T17:22:00.000+05:30

in and out

out and in

the play is endless

just that the stage is empty

all the time

,..

stagnated river can't be a sea...

2010-07-14T12:17:00.000+05:30

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?

,..

another secret

2010-07-12T09:14:00.001+05:30

I was never bothered

about your untold secrets

until you told me

about their existence...

,..

from wisdom to freedom ...

2010-06-22T17:28:00.001+05:30

Bodhi tree of the Autumn.

Buddha was sitting with his eyes closed,

under the not so intense branches.

The wisdom was waiting to fall

as one among the withering leaves.

‘What the fuck is he doing, sitting here?’

started thinking

a crow on the tree.

If withering is wisdom,

then flying is

yours and mine

2010-06-12T14:55:00.000+05:30

There are too many stories floating around.

Just that one never gets to read all of them.

,..

another way - here and there

2010-05-07T11:12:00.000+05:30

write eternally and speak not

you can then disown the words...

,..

musically...

2010-05-06T10:35:00.000+05:30

life's music can never be heard
but to be listened...

,..

road to all directions

2010-05-04T17:12:00.000+05:30

I just can't reach you
not because I can't travel
not because I don't know the route
just that
I lost my sense of direction a long ago.

,..

isn't it now?

2010-05-04T17:08:00.000+05:30

sometimes life is so simple
and that time is now

,..

cup and the sea

2010-04-21T12:38:00.000+05:30

if cups can't hold me forever
why can't I flow to reach the sea...

,..

dissolve

2010-04-21T12:28:00.001+05:30

whole is not about integration
it's more of disintegration
isn't it so?

,..

amoeba and me

2010-04-21T11:40:00.000+05:30

they rolled into one
but are still aware of being
two entities...

way is our goal...

2010-04-14T09:51:00.000+05:30

being on the way never assures that
we will reach somewhere...

,..

just...

2010-04-13T10:52:00.000+05:30

will there be anything that will also be here?

In appreciation of what?

2010-04-08T20:02:00.001+05:30

She shared about the desperate situation

of an unknown prostitute in Kolkata.

‘It was terrible, horrible, etc., etc.,’

We all then clapped.

And the next story was about

a woman who poured kerosene on herself and her kids,

burning all to death.

‘That was shocking, etc., etc.,’

We all clapped again.

just another fall...

2010-04-05T12:44:00.000+05:30

Stars falling from the night sky
is quite boring now.
How about the sun falling from
a day sky?

,..

the rope...

2010-04-05T09:25:00.000+05:30

More tight that you
hold your side,
the rope becomes
more and more rigid.
Sometimes even
a breeze can break it.

storied animal...

2010-04-05T09:24:00.001+05:30

You never become
a good story teller,
just because you realised that
life is all about
story telling.

,..

what we shared?

2010-03-31T11:30:00.000+05:30

Was the intensity of our relation
just because we never shared those forbidden words?
And when we talked them out,
it rained in the night
without drenching you and me.

the 'im'pact...

2010-03-18T09:16:00.000+05:30

We refused to sleep
as we knew well that
we would be waken up to a different story.
And when we did sleep
no one could wake us up
as the stories of our dreams
were endless…

the flower's sky

2010-03-10T10:27:00.000+05:30

“As our story is now perfectly told,
you writing another line
will be like
another rain drop
on an already burdened flower”

“Do you think
the next drop will break the stem
and kill the flower?”

“No my dear,
any more rain drop
on an over-burdened flower
will make it totally unburdened
and the flower may fly away
to the spring’s sky”

-,..

Are you online?

2010-03-09T09:27:00.000+05:30

The river was still waiting
as the wind entered the eighth sky.
The tree too forgot the last bird
that sat on its autumn branch.
There prevailed an eternal stillness.
It is then the drizzle started
its music.
By the time it became a heavy rain,
the era’s last song was sung.
You and I are now destined to be
eternally still,
or virtually relate to each other
hoping the other is real
as well a mirage.
Let the continuum continue to get lost
in the extremity.

,..

another voice

2010-02-22T09:23:00.000+05:30

if you haven't heard the voice

never mind

you will be called again

how to wake a river up?

2010-02-06T12:06:00.000+05:30

the river slept on its way
and the sea kept on waiting
waves are thus endless

clear my sky

2010-02-06T12:04:00.000+05:30

i still feel cloudy
though the sky is so clear.
are you by any chance
sending me a rain?

flowing back...

2010-02-04T17:13:00.000+05:30

by reaching the sea,

the river asked,

'is there any way to go back?'

is that ok?

2010-02-04T10:25:00.000+05:30

I of course promise your democratic space,

but you should ask only my questions

and should be contented with my answers.

the white sheet

2010-01-07T09:41:00.000+05:30

That was a misty winter night
We of course lit the fire together
Just little fire and
more and more unjust smoke.
Not sure that we tried to
flame it up
for once we threw our firewood
in the greater sea.
What remained was then
a combination of mist and smoke.
Little white and little grey.
But tell me one thing,
was that really a milky white sheet,
covering us in those moments?

,..

A Blue Moon Night ...

2010-01-01T10:40:00.000+05:30

Those more-than-equal friends
were sitting inside to meditate
or to jump within themselves.
It was then the dogs started barking.
Our less-than-equal friend
who was sitting outside
jumped onto the way
to bring back the 'meditative' silence
if not to stone the dogs away.
Though the first dogs stopped barking
next dogs started
and so the other dogs in the region.
The blue moon sky
was still black then.

,..

You are not therefore I am not...

2009-12-29T11:13:00.000+05:30

We as we are
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...

,..

The ‘lost’ Game... (I am lost Sumi)

2009-11-25T17:23:00.000+05:30

‘Every thing is a mirage and you are the epitome,
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?

Lock and key...

2009-11-25T17:22:00.000+05:30

‘You are not giving anyone the key, how am I to explore your sphere?’

‘But dear, I don’t have any locks either, how am I to open myself to you?

We were there...

2009-11-25T17:20:00.000+05:30

In that very moment you said to me
‘It is a carefully wrapped lie’
I could just smile and tell
‘No dear it is an un-carefully uncovered truth’
Do you remember why I said so?
I don’t.

Being organic...

2009-11-25T17:15:00.000+05:30

A life’s response
A mind’s reaction
Meaningless extensions
Mysterious continuations
Dead or alive
You are there and also not
Rip it or reap it
The harvest is on
Another season may never start

isn't it Uma?

2009-11-16T17:10:00.001+05:30

Frogs are cool
and the pond is warm,
do we need another rain?

freeze

2009-10-06T09:18:00.000+05:30

Stories
change with the time.
Freeze a moment,
make them yours.
What else can we own?

the thread of stories

2009-10-01T09:27:00.000+05:30

When you look at the life
in its entirety,
it’s nothing but
a pile of individual events,
and
the thread of stories
connects them all.
I just found the way
to reach you last night.
Could that be another story?

Existing non-existence …

2009-10-01T09:19:00.000+05:30

The body feels possessive of you
and the mind is just possessed by you.
When you are near,
you have your smile
to ensure my own existence
and
when you go away,
you leave your silence
as a precursor
to my non-existence.

a whisper another magic

2009-09-30T16:24:00.000+05:30

There was enough moonlight

You started whispering something in my ear

The warmth of your being so near

lit my sense of language and burnt it alive

At the end of your magical whisper you asked

‘Isn’t it?’

Without knowing whether to say yes or no,

I sat silently looking at your ear-ring,

like a cat looking through a raining window.

a lonely path

2009-09-30T16:22:00.000+05:30

A path not walked

reminds me of the life not lived.

You should have not left me alone

in this long non-ending way,

without making it sure

whether you will come back or not.

under the crescent moon and shining stars...

2009-09-25T13:55:00.000+05:30

We tried disowning the moments that kept us together.

Thus we left them in the possession of our

First kiss…

it is...

2009-09-24T11:50:00.001+05:30

it is chaos

but organised

and beautiful too

just that we had to sit under that

broad sky

with our own darkness and brightness

.-.-.

2009-09-09T09:02:00.001+05:30

Even if you fall down,

have the space to roll on...

f...l...y

2009-08-29T15:00:00.000+05:30

The best way to fly is by unfolding the wings...

there...

2009-08-29T14:58:00.000+05:30

Are you getting there,
where no one is waiting for you but the time,
that too to cease when you reach?

the distance

2009-08-17T09:10:00.001+05:30

If you are not heard,

don't speak loudly,

but go near.

a white flag !?

2009-08-13T17:51:00.000+05:30

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?

play it now...

2009-08-08T15:32:00.000+05:30

you asked me to take the notes of the silence.

who will then play the music of it?

wings and words

2009-08-08T15:27:00.000+05:30

why don't those words of an unanswered question

hang in the air?

they may fly away to a greater sky,

when the wings are fully grown.

!.............?

2009-08-08T15:19:00.000+05:30

You said not to ask if I don't expect an answer.

What am I to do with my questions?

. . .

2009-08-08T15:15:00.000+05:30

That was a question expected not to be answered.

You but responded.

What am I to do with your answer?

. . .

2009-08-08T15:10:00.000+05:30

you are the eternal giver

but of silence.

how am I to write my poem?

answering rain...

2009-07-29T18:51:00.000+05:30

Having some pre monsoon rains,
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
questioning me,
‘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.

still...

2009-07-29T09:10:00.000+05:30

By the time I learn all your answers,

you would have forgotten all my questions.

And

By the time I remember all my stories

to be told,

you would have unlearnt

the art of listening.

... not an auto response

2009-07-25T11:52:00.000+05:30

one of my friends tried defining herself recently
and was left at the crossroad finally

on the way...

2009-07-23T10:28:00.000+05:30

Winter dogs that sleep on the roads

for warm little sunlight,

never care about the speed of our cars.

The Raining Window

2009-07-18T09:32:00.000+05:30

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

dripping roof.

‘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?’

‘Yeah…’

‘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’

‘Oh?’

‘Yeah but genetically modified.

:-)

I am sure you do remember that

half bitten apple?’

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P.S:

‘By the way, why did not you reveal

what happened to that apple?’

‘Simple… I ate it’

The Rediscovered River

2009-07-15T10:14:00.000+05:30

‘You should not be silent for this long’

‘It’s just because your ghost can’t traverse in my sphere anymore’

‘I am very much a reality’

‘You were about to be. But when you reached the entrance, you turned
back and went into your grave again’

‘That’s your misperception. I here live in a heaven’

‘I know that you are ought to live in A heaven but not in THE heaven’

‘So, your words were to keep the ghost aside’

‘No, they were to keep the ghost my side and then to manifest into my reality’

‘Do you feel that you failed?’

‘Not me but my words’

‘Were they yours?’

‘Of course not’

‘Then…’

‘My efforts to own them led to their failure’

‘Try disowning’

‘I never owned them indeed’

‘It seems you are beginning to blame the non-existent’

‘I can’t blame myself’

‘What’s your problem then?’

‘I never told I have a problem’

‘Look. I can’t help you if you are trapped in the circle drawn by yourself’

‘I did draw the circle, but from outside. When the circle is
completed, I could see myself too being outside’

‘You are absolutely a mirage’

‘:-)’

‘Your smile is unbearable’

‘For me too’

‘Then stop smiling and say something’

‘Inky pinky ponky,
father bought a donkey,
donkey died,
father cried,
inky pinky ponky’

‘What does that mean?’

‘It means life is all about restarting and reliving’

‘:-)’

‘But your smile is more than bearable. A half ripple…’

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P.S:

‘Why do you name this piece as The Rediscovered River?’

‘Because I just rediscovered a long steady river’

The lost river...

2009-07-06T09:45:00.000+05:30

We decided to break the wall

from both the sides.

By the time we could make

some major damages to it,

our parts of river started gushing through the gaps.

And suddenly we realized ourselves

left amidst the remnants of an archaic wall.

We expected a united river

when the wall is broken, but

the whole river in turn got drained out.

I saw myself sitting on an island,

surrounded by a deep sea.

For you it was an oasis,

surrounded by a great desert.

There were the tidal noise and the desert silence

existing in between us.

‘Do you feel that we became silent

all of a sudden?’

‘No, I just think that we were more expressive

when the wall was there’

‘So, how do you feel now?’

‘I feel to be on the edges,

like a person trying to sleep

in a snake-entered house,

knowing a part imperfectly’

‘Hm…’

‘How do you feel?’

‘I do feel to be on the edges,

but like a person on the top of a mountain

below a moon-entered sky,

watching the whole perfectly’

‘What’s the difference?’

‘I don’t know about the differences,

but there is a similarity…’

‘Hm…?’

‘…that either of us can’t

step down further’

yet another game...

2009-06-29T14:26:00.001+05:30

We sat then to play the game of dice.
You kept some of your sights as coins,
forcing me to keep my sighs in response.
As the dice rolled, the evening too entered into a gambling night.
Your sights moved forward,
I saw my sighs moving backwards
and reaching the state of breathless.
By the time you reached the centre,
I was thrown beyond the peripheries.
You just closed your eyes as you ended the game,
which somehow left me with another magical dice.
I wish I could start the whole game once again,
not from the beginning but from the end.
See, the first rays of dawn are colouring your face.

A pile of secrets...

2009-06-27T19:29:00.000+05:30

‘Am I troubling you too much with my absent-presence?’

‘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’

‘So?’

‘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…’

rippled-river

2009-06-18T10:06:00.000+05:30

It was indeed a long-steady river.
We were sitting on a rock in its bank.
I was struggling to find out
towards which direction it flows.

At an unexpected moment you threw that stone into the river.

Ignoring that I raised my doubt to you,
‘Do you know to which direction does this river flow?’

You silently picked up another stone from your collection
and threw it again into the river.

‘Can you see the ripples?’

‘Yes’, I said.

‘What will you call this river now?’

‘May be a rippled-river’, I smiled.

You nodded in agreement and said,
‘Exactly!
A rippled-river moves towards all the directions,
towards the sea,
towards the banks
and also towards the origin’

I was still wondering
‘But, does moving mean also to be flowing?’

You picked up the third stone,
‘It’s up to you to decide’ -
and threw it as usual into the river,
just to make those eternal ripples.