For New Beginnings

In the heart of darkness rests
An unquenching desire for light.

In silences that stretch
Beyond unreasonable memory
A cry of a shout sheltered remain
Deep within the angst of time.

Wake me up
When this life is done
Let the forever time begin
In another lifetime.

Sparrows Remember

When I was a kid, I used to frequent Tauseef's house. I am very poor with memories. There is some sort of auto flush that wipes them away. I neither retain the good ones nor the bad ones. I have a past that is forever under construction. Its an open canvas, I paint it at will. But I remember the Gauraiyyas (Indian Sparrows). Tauseef's house was always full of them. Little chirpy birds that kept pecking on the dining table or sitting right next to aunty and waiting for her to drop them some grains. They would flit about all over the place. I don't remember any of those big celling fans ever being switched on in Tauseef's place. The gauraiyyas were always safe in his place.
When I started working on plantations some 16 years ago, I always kept fowl at the managerial bungalow. There was this ill tempered gander, two insufferable flying ducks, dozens on hens...but no sparrows. There were no sparrows in Kerala and you could not buy a sparrow, a sparrow can never be owned. The sparrow chose its own home.
7 years ago, when Hyderabad International airport was commissioned, I saw sparrows flying inside the terminal. There were about four of them making merry near the eateries. I talk to animals..and birds and reptiles and ghosts and spirits and God. I called out to the nearest sparrow and told her that someday I will make my own house and then you should come. She looked at me for a micro second and made a curious face before she flew across to join the rest of them.
It is three years since  I shifted to my own place. Last week, I saw a nest coming up near my air conditioner. Two Sparrows looked insolently at me, busy building their nest on my balcony.
A long loop thus closed. Welcome home.

Let's Mutiny

Come away from the realm of sanity
There is no reason why you and I
Should live this profanity!

Let's fly away
To the land where fairies live
And in the clouds of candies
Let's be 18 again.

I can hear the bells ringing
I can even hear late Sr Anne
Sitting by the choir singing.

There is a hint of red
In the forever horizon again
Soon it will be that time of the year
When you will find it easier
To believe!

Super Spice

I look at her sashaying across the aisle. There is a bounce in her gait. The pony tail hair keeps yoyoing like a pendulum. Every time she speaks, she looks straight into my eyes. There is a glint of fun a hint of mischief. There is devil dancing in her eyes.

My dear, you make it worthwhile for a million of us to fly.

And I still wait?

The ships that pass through the night,
Also await
Some bit of redemption
From the constant slaughter
Of the waves.