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Come with me into the Sea

The undulation of the terrain
Matches the ruggedness of the soul
Here I grow into you
Grass and roots and boughs and all
And there you run away from me
Silt and soil and sand and all

Here I am the land
And there you are the river
Together, muddied and sullen and silent
We whirl our destinies
Into the awaiting Sea
With our longing and our lust
And our memories and our Souls entwined
We all journey
Into the Sea,
Into the Sea.

Standing Tall

Can I stand tall
In the face of this all
As if it were my life
And it were my battle
And my hell
Full of my favorite daemons
In my own closed attic rooms,
Alleys and corridors?

Can I call to this Yagn

All the angels and the Gods
And all the Patriarchs
From the abode of the Old?

Can I stand tall
In the face of this all
As if it were my life?

I close my eyes
And I can see you sulking through
Shoulders drooping
Eyes no longer ablaze
Your soul tired
From battling all this
All alone..

I can
I Can.

Can you still hear me?

If I could reach out to you
Through the crisscrossing noise
Of the crushing static undertones

You would hear your name
Read out aloud
In every prayer I let out
Into this now empty universe.

You are in the crackling
And the sputtering
Of breeze stricken diyas
From all Diwalis past

You are in the daily din of life
That is walking by
Without looking back at the souls
Stranded on cobblestone pavements
And left behind in time.


If I could reach out to you
Through the dense fog
Of distant minds and angry hearts
You would hear my heart beat
With the same erratic thump
That you left behind.

That City Girl

For me you have been a traveler The one who rides the oceans
and the big blue seas
Seeking experiences
That can be framed into postcards Of wonderful memories For a future  That is yet to unravel. 
Your today's rush you Into your tomorrows  And in its wake Small boats likeme
Would mostly sink Into long forgotten memories Of abandoned islands  Where you now live no more. 
As I watch you sleep The glasses back on your face The little girl back in the rug The silent one yearning for a hug I feel you tug at my cuffs Ten more minutes,  you say Stay with me,  for ten more minutes... And then I am scared Of who you will be When you wake up.