Thursday, April 28, 2016

Magic

Life is magical. And magic is painful. Because it happens in moments. One has to wait just long enough till the mind has given up hope. Nothing less. Because surprise is such an important ingredient. The most unthinkable to jump in the face in the most unexpected moment. Overtaken by awe, I want it to happen just one more time, but the same trick can't be repeated twice. It was so short and so beautiful that the mind hardly remembers.

What a nuisance!

Like two lovers who would never meet but rather go on building a wilder and crazier romance, to be drowned one day in their own irresistible sighs.

Not just the world. And not just the people. But even my own mind that is pining to see some magic is in itself as magical as a brick floating in mid air. And my heart in moments still does things that are not comprehensible.

And magic doesn't fill the heart. It leaves it thrilled but empty. Today I realized that after all these years I am just a kid wanting to see the same trick again and again. And once the trick is done, the magician resumes his unsmiling disposition as if nothing ever happened. And one is left waiting without a promise.
So magic and a whole lot of nuisance.


Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Breathless

Take my breath away,
Take it, it's yours to breathe.
And let me fall free
Into the sweet chasm
Of breathlessness that opens
... as you wrap your eyes around me!

Sunday, April 24, 2016

Enter
as you would
your own house
My heart
dimly lit
Is now empty
But yours to rest

I will wait quietly
for you to leave,
To see the roof
come crashing down.
For what good is a roof
That keeps the rain out
And hides the sky!


Monday, April 18, 2016

Precious!


I have seen you
Much before my own eyes
I keep you much deeper
Than my own heart

I look at you
when you are not around
And I hold you,
with my own breath held..
Trying not to make a sound!


Sunday, April 17, 2016

Tree at the end of the road


There is a huge tree at the end of the road. Below the tree is an eternally overflowing garbage bin. The tree is so huge that it feels like, it's foliage spans miles. Nobody ever stopped in its shade because of the garbage bin. But it has stood there even before I was born. Shooting upwards is the strong stench from the garbage bin and showering down just as constantly are tiny countless leaves, languishing in their own complex circles before they touch the tar road. Over the years of passing by this bend, I had learnt to ignore both. 

And today after so many years when my mind was dizzy with the circling thoughts in my head, my feet came to a gentle unexpected halt. I looked up and felt something asking for my attention. As the tree continued to say nothing, I felt overwhelmed by its immense foliage. It is a sky by itself. Leaves as sparkling as stars, together creating an unspeakable embrace. I was  overcome with gratitude, though not because of the coolness of its shade. Not because of its height or it's awe-inspiring breadth. Not because it stands on the start of the road that leads upto my house. I bowed down simply because it has stood there for long. 

It has stood there for such a long time, that either you can pass by completely oblivious to it, or you can look up and be showered upon with the tremendous beauty and mystery that has simply gathered and become a part of it through all these years. The tree has become like the sky by just being there, constantly, for a long time. I felt at home near it, because time has literally filled into its existence and made it wide and huge. There is a lot of space over there for one who is lost. Not just the physical space and shade. That almost any tree can give. But here in the presence of something that has simply been and existed silently, for all this mind boggling span of time, there's a space into which my very stifled being can rest and expand. I took so much time running around and getting beaten down. After all these years of my life, today I look up at this tree which probably knows everything about me. But it doesn't matter when I choose to look up. Even if I had looked up many years ago, it would have still showered unconditional, uncontainable love!


Stars shall light up the way
Only when the destination is lost!

My tired head in your bosom
Only when the breath is gone!

Rainbow will shine in the clear sky
Only next morning
After the storm has broken down walls
And the roof has flown!

Magic

In those secret places
Where borders fade
And each into other seep
Where fishes soar skyward
And the birds dive deep.

Where the earth trusts the sky
And the words are forgotten
Winds stand still
And the breath lays stolen

Do such places of magic exist?
Yes, but not where eyes can see
Or hands can touch

And yet their existence as real
And as true
As the falsehood of our being two
Instead of one.





Whirling

Sweet, yes sweet,
this poison of waiting!
But no rest!

The crazy whirling dervish
Whirls to pause for a moment
All that whirls around him

All has slipped out of hand
Unhooked, slipped
At the mercy of winds
That don't know the pain of the heart!

When will this waiting die?
Or will it outlive my whirling?

Sweet, too sweet this poison
But no death...