Thursday, June 10, 2010

Just different pots....



Just different pots.....




My hopes
My dreams, my vision,

My belief, my confidence, my trust,
My esteem,
My sensibility, my compassion, 
My pains, my sorrow,
My vulnerability……..
Make my space within.

You are a frequent visitor here.
So am I,                                                                                       
To the space you treasure within.

We share same kind of world,
Same kind of fire warms us,
Same drinks quench our thirst.

Aren’t we
Water of same stream
In different pots?

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Crossing Limits.



CROSSING LIMITS


Chasing thrill & excitement,
Crossing all safe limits,
Ignoring your advice,
Putting aside commonsense.

Now in the middle of night
In our car, badly smashed,
On a roadside, in pool of blood,
I wish
I was more careful on that turn.

It could have saved
Two innocent lives
And
Mine.

Wisdom
Now dawns
In last few moments…..

Pleasure of life is not in seeking
Thrill & excitement
Foolishly crossing limits,
It is in consciously working towards
Expanding limits.

I am sorry DAD.

(One Single Impression prompt : 119, Icarus. )

Monday, May 31, 2010

Anamika


I am a shy boy !  

Anamika is her name.
I have known her,
Talked with her for long,
Played chess with her,
Walked with her on school play ground track
Been to her home with friends.

I park my cycle near hers.
Frequently peep in the play ground
And visit library
To see if she is around.

Every time I cross her
In school lobby or on playground,
My heart beats play salsa.
In that fraction of the moment
When our eyes meet
Her eyes are searching deep in mine,
Something…..
That I been trying hard to say
But too nervous….
Always!

*

 I am a Man…

She is coming
Confident,
Gracefully walking,
Long strides, hair bouncing,
Bosoms pounding.
My heartbeats tune to the
Pace of her body.

As she comes closer
I feel warmer….
Longing for those few moments
When I am no more
And she does not exist…..
For both melt in those moments.

Anamika is her name.

*
Now that reverse count has started….



Pain in back & neck & knee…
That makes her face twist
Pierce deep in my heart,
Prayers arise in silence.



My hand reach out for hers….
She slightly squeezes my hand
To let me know
That she knows how I feel.

Anamika is her name.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Friends

Friends


A prisoner
In jail since long
World outside… a dream
He enjoys dreams.

A Jailor
Free…
Wants to climb mountains and cross rivers….
Have to report every morning on duty
…Till late in evening
Mountains & rivers are dreams he often talks about
To the prisoner

Prisoner wishes the jailor
Good morning
With smile

Every morning.
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Monday, May 10, 2010

Do you?




Do you ??



Love me……
Love me enough…….and grant me rights
to hurt your feelings
to say harsh words
to ignore you
to be selfish & mean
to breach your trust
to hate you
to walk away from you...

And

Love me enough
to welcome me back
in your heart, with hands wide spread,
when I return……..

Do you love me,
enough??
I do, my dear.
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Thursday, May 6, 2010

Just some rest....

Just some rest...


I want some rest
Away from you
Away from my own self….

Away from all
That is “mine”
And that is “yours”


…just some rest


May be when I return
Forgotten word “Ours”
Will again find its place in dictionary.

-

Friday, April 30, 2010

I wanted to fight...


I wanted to fight...





Mind said
It is unfair, unjust, wrong, unacceptable…..
I feel deprived, left out…..
Want to argue, revolt, protest….
Not cooperate…..

Again today,
For love to blossom and grow,
Conflict to resolve……
I made mind understand and accept,
Not to protest, not to counter…..
Just to flow with events,



….Just like my Parent did it
When I was a Child and
Wanted to fight…..        


Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Life


Life


Nothing to gain,

Nothing to lose,

Nothing to give,

Nothing to take,

Nothing to prove,

Nothing to leave,

Nothing to show,

Nothing to hide,

Nothing to attain,

Nowhere to reach,

Nothing to say,

Nothing………
Nothing………

Just an experience.

A Beautiful experience.                
                                                                        Image from   : http://thisisreallife.co.uk/index.html

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Saturday, April 24, 2010

If ..


If..






If I can keep alive
Silence
….Filled with love,


 Against devastating power of circumstances,


Circumstances will change
As it is in its nature,


 And


I will survive.....More loving, more living...


-


Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Little Change of Lines...





Drop of hat……Little change of lines….. 





Any incident,
Say, a drop of the hat….


It can make me smile,
Or make me frown,

Make me laugh
Or make me cry,

Make me ignore it
Or make me take notice,

Make me light
Or make me serious,

Make me weak or
Make me strong……

Can be taken just as an incident
That happens in the course of life
Or a disaster, larger than life…..



It is just
Little
Change of attitude,

Like
Little
Change of lines in the sketch of a face.
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