the doors

Once told the wind

with its silent words,

'I am indeed keen to live

in the space between

those two doors,

but not when they are shut...'

inequals

You pretended to love.
I loved to pretend.
And we never met each other.

on the way

I felt I reached home.
From there I called this friend,
who once told me,
'Travels take you to nowhere
but make you to be stable in yourself'.

He was supposed to meet me then.
I thus asked his whereabouts.
He replied like a cool devil,
'I am on the way', and
he added, 'as usual'...

...

Was that blood in my veins?

Why don't you ask your knife
and tell me now?

...

...and you told me
to read between the lines
by sending your message
as a blank page.

zen?

Once told my master that

only empty cups get filled.

But strangely,

my cup is filled with emptiness. 

Beyond'less'...

Pointing to a distant green land,

beyond the river,

I remember once you told,

that's where you reside.

In that mid summer,

the river was just a dry sand path.

We then naturally parted.

I was again reminded of you,

when the south west monsoon started.

I rushed to get to see you.

By reaching the place of our parting,

I got to see an overflowing river,

having no banks.

Drenched under the pouring sky,

I was ought to think

one of my friends asking me a question,

'How far a lizard can run?',

without letting me to think

he answered it himself,

'Not beyond the fence...'