Sunday, October 30, 2005

What do I know

I do not write
for what can I write
words feel pale
passion they know not

I want to stop
for where should I go
paths lay shrouded
markers I see not

I want to live
but life lives there
in hiding are answers
to questions I know not

I felt a knowing
for a fate unseen
life is this knowing
yet, this moment, I know not

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Krishna

Flash Fiction - 55 words - 10 min

Krishna must have visited last night. He must have. There can be no other explanation for it.

We are ordinary people. We live a perfectly average life. And then today morning, as I went to hug Chamiya (Chamiya is our cow you see), she wanted me to write her journal. She would dictate and I would write!

Friday, October 21, 2005

My Passion

I hear your words
and silences too,
they mingle in me
swirling like whirlpool

Is this where I got sucked in
where I lost my being .
Sleep, food even breath
became a burden
I cared not, for living

And then...
I walked light
dropping all bonds.
Is this where I left
you too,
is this a beginning
- my passion?


II

I hear your words
and silences too,
they mingle in me
swirling like whirlpool.

Is this where I got sucked in
where I lost my being .
Sleep, food even breath
became a burden
I cared not, for living.

I want to walk light
dropping all bonds.
But in this freedom,
dear passion,
won't I be leaving you as well

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Roots grow under
trees grow up
you refuse to grow

paper gets inked
pen runs dry
we cry - stop the waste

Monday, October 17, 2005

Why do questions make me feel isolated. Are they meant just for me. For me to form, seek answers to, perhaps re-form, perhaps recognise that what I thought were the answers are not so; that they are still a belief or something that someone has said.

How I wish I had someone, someone to share these thoughts with. Someone who understood what I was talking. Perhaps he too had the same questions.

The sharing is not to get a validation but perhaps a resting place, a safe haven. Somewhere where we could be just ourselves; where there is no need to appear sane/insane, no need to have a front; where rambunctious laughter lives side by side with no-reason-tears; where "I dont knows" are as numerous as "knowings" are few; where feelings are intense and yet one feels like a rock.

Where do I go?

Sunday, October 16, 2005

Dissolve me

what is this relentless thirst
it refuses to be slaked
what is this spiralling desire
it refuses to be named

why do I sing to insomniac stars
I need some sleep
why do I crave your touch
when like a statue, inert I feel

where will wonderings take me
when life defies thoughts
why do I search for answers
do I have you not

Saturday, October 15, 2005

Love

it's good
that you turned the gaze away
if you had looked
you too would have been ensnared

by those few sparks
that cindered some notions
destroyed comfortable boundaries
to unveil
raw
raging inferno

some foolishly call it love...

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Reflections

there is a fear within me
I am not good enough
maybe I don't do enough
perhaps i try too much

all this just reflects one thing
I don't accept
myself, my efforts, my life
and you...

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Pretentious

words were arranged;
you wanted me to weigh them.
declare them precious,
preserve in my crown.

mesmerised I am.
how did gossamer tip the scales?

and then...
lips curled in derision
'pretentious', you screamed,
unaffected life will move on

their beauty, just a mirage.

Thursday, October 06, 2005

Un-instructions to life

When children see adults giving instructions contrary to the way they behave, very valid questions arise within them. I heard some questions from a girl who was reacting to the adult world and ....

Wide spaces
wild and beautiful
colours, scents,
textures strewn.

Light danced in
and then some sound
instructions were blasted,
like a loose bloodhound.

Teased by the world
you set out to figure it.
Forming perceptions
ugly and deceptive.

Dear questions,
please wait a bit
Answers will bubble
they live within.
Some will be right
others may mislead
But follow your heart,
live life as you see fit.