r(o)ot . . .

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 . . .

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...

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'

,..

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?

,..

play it out

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...

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?

,..