adjectives are like sharp splinters ...
used whenever one like....
pierces the bleeding heart....
vulnerable soul.....from all sides,
knowingly unknowingly.....
reasonless....
hatred...
for a sinner...
though sins unknown...
coward...
pessimist.....
hysterical..........
mistrusting......
or no trust at all.......
pennyless....drunkard....crazy...fool
all are beautiful adjectives ...
said so lovingly....
whispered in the ear...
before a wondering, stupid gaze.....
the mehendi burns.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
thousand gopinis sing
the dreams we saw,
the life we've dreamt,
knitted the absurd story,
wrote the fantacy poems,
ran across the green medows,
walked on the dry desert,
soaked in the monsoon rain,
hand in hand.........
broken.......like a mirror....
in thousand pieces...life mocks at me....
youv'e taken it too seriously dear ,don't...its just a game....
as you said.
may be it is....
the golden sunrise....
lazy sunsets...
trotting twilights will never be the same...
comes and goes in a haze...
don't dream ....
don't hope....
as each day passes by ....
like a roadroller.
crumbles the bones and flesh under it.
so not to wake up again....
Anantashayanam Eternal light turns...
then burst out laughing.....cuddles me in Blessed arms.
thousand gopinis sing....
Radha soaks in Madhaba's colour....
coz YOU are ME
and I AM YOU......
to my inspiration....
shree
the life we've dreamt,
knitted the absurd story,
wrote the fantacy poems,
ran across the green medows,
walked on the dry desert,
soaked in the monsoon rain,
hand in hand.........
broken.......like a mirror....
in thousand pieces...life mocks at me....
youv'e taken it too seriously dear ,don't...its just a game....
as you said.
may be it is....
the golden sunrise....
lazy sunsets...
trotting twilights will never be the same...
comes and goes in a haze...
don't dream ....
don't hope....
as each day passes by ....
like a roadroller.
crumbles the bones and flesh under it.
so not to wake up again....
Anantashayanam Eternal light turns...
then burst out laughing.....cuddles me in Blessed arms.
thousand gopinis sing....
Radha soaks in Madhaba's colour....
coz YOU are ME
and I AM YOU......
to my inspiration....
shree
Thursday, January 15, 2009
misty cherry bud
i broke the lake......
with a twig,
through the ice
at the edge .....
making a place for my ashes,
to gently dissolve,
into elements...
so loved.
sprinkled my bits
of ash n bone....
and traces of heart.....
see the remain float,
there unintegrated,
sinking but not dissolved.
parted the ice here and there,
saw a tiny piece of me....
stuck to a moss,
reached to dust it in the lake,
but stopped to hear me say.
how cool it was to rest....
like a misty cherry bud...
just above the water,
on an ice first day of spring....after death.
to my dearest akinchan....
shree
with a twig,
through the ice
at the edge .....
making a place for my ashes,
to gently dissolve,
into elements...
so loved.
sprinkled my bits
of ash n bone....
and traces of heart.....
see the remain float,
there unintegrated,
sinking but not dissolved.
parted the ice here and there,
saw a tiny piece of me....
stuck to a moss,
reached to dust it in the lake,
but stopped to hear me say.
how cool it was to rest....
like a misty cherry bud...
just above the water,
on an ice first day of spring....after death.
to my dearest akinchan....
shree
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
pain is the breaking of the shell
accept the seasons of your heart
summer,
monsoon,
winter and spring.
as you have always accepted the seasons,
passed over the fields.
you will feel the serenity,
through the winters of your grief.
pain is the breaking of the shell
that encloses your understanding like the blue -flamed pearl.
keep your heart wonder at the daily miracles of your life,
your pain would not seem less wonderous than your joy.
For its hand though heavy and hard is guided by
the tender hand of the unseen.
and the cup he brings though it burn your lips,
has been fashioned by the clay......
which the potter has moist .....
with his sweet tears.
shree
theme taken from Asok's blog
summer,
monsoon,
winter and spring.
as you have always accepted the seasons,
passed over the fields.
you will feel the serenity,
through the winters of your grief.
pain is the breaking of the shell
that encloses your understanding like the blue -flamed pearl.
keep your heart wonder at the daily miracles of your life,
your pain would not seem less wonderous than your joy.
For its hand though heavy and hard is guided by
the tender hand of the unseen.
and the cup he brings though it burn your lips,
has been fashioned by the clay......
which the potter has moist .....
with his sweet tears.
shree
theme taken from Asok's blog
Thursday, January 1, 2009
you do die for me after all.......
your face is written in my soul......my heart....
past seven lives or many more....
when i write about you,
you alone become the writer.
what was you born for if not to adore me?
what was i born for if not to adore you?
i love you by the daily act of ......trust....faith and hope.
all that i have must say i owe you.
for you i came to life,for me you live.
for you i'd die and do die after all.......
you do die for me after all....coz my face is written in your soul.
to you
shree
past seven lives or many more....
when i write about you,
you alone become the writer.
what was you born for if not to adore me?
what was i born for if not to adore you?
i love you by the daily act of ......trust....faith and hope.
all that i have must say i owe you.
for you i came to life,for me you live.
for you i'd die and do die after all.......
you do die for me after all....coz my face is written in your soul.
to you
shree
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