WHERE DO THESE DROPLETS OF DEW COME FROM

Where do these droplets of dew come from
I wondered and for that I opened
encyclopedias even after my school days..
I have even searched in classic cosmic charts
to understand pedantry of eras transformed
and at the end I found the liberated meaning
of that term from the corner of a reading house
which sold only translations of this world..

HOW IMPORTANT IS LIFE?

How important is life
for one rule to place a book mark
on it to divide pages
when we do not  have
a moment left behind us
to complete even a book..
How can we streamline life
in one bottle of sea sand
when we know only to place
our minds in the narrow corridors
of a concrete mansion..

WHERE CAN I PLACE MY MIND

Where can i place my mind
I wonder in this landscape or planet
We call earth
I do not know but in haste i walk
To find its beginning and end.
May be in one monsoon
I find a fragment of that earth
Rain soaked and I think I can
Hide my mind in one molecule
Of that earth......

NOTHING MATTERS

Here I am in this phase called Life
Expressionless as nothing matters
How can I be without any expressions
I wonder at times but like a season
I formed a nest for me in one autumn tree
I can see the world around me
And how deceptive that world at times…..
Here, I am in this era called life
Expressionless and you cannot
Measure me anymore on your
Iniquitous scales….

THINGS MAY CHANGE

Things may change sooner or later
in shadows or in light but not life
that waits not
May be the dead needls of a wall cloak
at the end find some happiness
in one empty wall for the seconds
dropped behind
Thing may change sooner or later
like Seasons of life...

HOW CAN I STOP

How can I stop at this very beginning
Tell me
How can I stop at this endearing phase
of dried flowers and wildness
How can I close my half burned book
of one ancient  Monastery
and how can i stop the first shower
of my summer rain..

YOU  TALK TOO MUCH IN SILENCE

You talk too much in silence
from that fallen hill’s sunset point
Have I not heard that several times
in my dreamy sea shores…
Have I not seen dusty roads
And broken fingers
while travelling towards east
Have I not seen your mask sinking
in one avarice summer's northern field
laughing aloud on its own greatest sham
You talk too much even now in silence
and your echo disturbs me not....

HOW CAN I BE


How can i be like this i wonder?
With a sword to burden my fingers
And to fight a sunset in winter
Where do I go from here to find
my valley of  monsoon
And how can i find my rain forests..

I NEED TO FORGIVE

I need to forgive none but me
for getting caught in the caves
of a silent cantankerous mountain
and I need to forgive myself
for getting caught
in the platoons of splotch
and I need to forgive myself
for calling someone a friend…

WHO BROKE OPEN MY COMPOUND WALLS

Listen
I have not walked into
anyone’s net stream of life
not haunted anyone
not even traveled in clouds to find
what in store on the sealed
compound walls
of my neighbor’s house..
Listen again
I have not broken any rules
or sliced another human
in lenses of demerit
and I am sure
I have not thrown casket full
of colors on anyone first.
Listen
It is you who broke open
my boundary walls and marched
inside ransacking my life’s little
precious things while i was
in my evening prayer hall
It is you who landed there
without asking for a permission
in writing.
And I don’t understand
on what basis you paste
endless placards even now
on my earthen walls
asking me to move away….
Let me ask you now
in an unbroken rhythm
Who has moved in my boundaries??
Who broke open my boundary walls??
Genuinely
you owe me an answer…