Wednesday, February 11, 2009

...

... but not all the actors
deliver dialogues
according to the script.
there are some words
they utter differently
every time the play is on ...

...

... and that was a wet evening,
no drenched bird can rest in its nest,
it's better to fly around
as the sky would be a little warm ...

...

Even a single stone,
if thrown at me,
can make thousand ripples.
I was just a pond,
standing still...

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...

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Last boat cant reach the sea...

It is hard for me to believe in next births.
And what is left is the present one,
most probably the only one.
That too now flows as a river
in between us,
having you ensured your belonging
to its opposite bank.
You thus leave me in this desperate state
of searching any last boat to reach you.
If at all I fail, then -
is there any hope to meet at the sea?

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

... trace the wind

I was a fisherman in that sea,
having a brilliant net.
The net could catch only fish,
not even the water.
And there roamed my wind,
with a gentle smile,
asking me to trace it if possible.

Friday, October 31, 2008

... message of darkness

There were no words
that could be seen in the dark.
Then came the light
with a message of no word,
but of darkness.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

... the 'game'

I usually don't play any 'game'

When you will be playing your 'gentle game'
I will be just a passive onlooker

When you would play your 'dirty game'
I would be compelled to play at least my 'gentle game'

And when I would play my 'dirty game'
You may not be even able to play a 'game'