yaad

kasai kasai ko yaad le kasto satayo malai
aakha ektak lagai raachu baato tira
uni aauchin ki bhanne aash
samaya le kati bela tyo pal ma malai puryaula
ani arko yaad banaula
kasai kasai ko yaad le kasto satayo malai

parts n parcels

life
is parts and parcels..
of small things..of pieces joined together
of things we know..of things we try to know..
of things we try to solve..we try to understand
but it remains
as enigmatic as the black hole
as vague as the god
and in the end
we are compelled to say
this is life.
life
is parts and parcels
not always delivered to the correct address.

not always delievered with all the pieces together.

the life colors

I was looking at the sun going down
and beautiful colors it was revealing
the world never seemed so colorful
everything was a color in itself
like the blossoming spring
breathing out the different colors of life

the colors of a new born baby
aroma of a newborn color
colors falling off the eyes
and colors of happiness in the air

the youth colors
the colors speeding in top gear
colors looking beyond the horizon
the colors wishing they have everything they want

the aged colors
the fading and wrinkled colors
the colors looking back the way
they had come from and
wishing they should have turned left .... right...gone straight
heave a sigh and say well i'm here

the death colors
the non-negotiable colors
the colors that always waited to fill you up
the colors that painted your portrait.

the falling leaves

look at the falling leaves
see them being blown away
no! no ! no!!!
don't blame the wind
and don't blame the trees
for letting them fall
if the leaves are not
why should you
if you were the leaf
you were to blame
the wind
the tree.

the leaves were dry
that their fault was
put yourself in this frame
and wait for the autumn to hover
you will find your roots trembling
when you feel the winds strength
and trees ignorance.

better to be a pearl in an oyster
and remain in the depth of the ocean
than a dry leaf
and blow away with the wind;
you need not blame the wind
the tree
after all.

only if i could

if i could walk that way
foresee the bumps ahead
only if I could.

ride with the storm
jump off the moon
only if i could.

if i could lie down
for the rest of my life
only if i could.

if i could reach the corals
disappear in the wilderness
only if i could.

if i could find someone
someone to reign in my veins
only if could.

i wish
i got only a wish
to say
i can
only if i could.

she

she,
with the sirius in her eyes;
freshness of spring in her breath;
morning sun on her lips;
when sways hair over her face
gives heartbeat a pause.
and
her fragrance
entice the autumn to bloom
swivel the first breeze of spring.

she,
strums the unknown chords in me;
treads into the unruffled vast;
lingers in my eyes;
and
casts a spell with her smile.

Yet
the enigma still lives
the silence ever so loud
whoever said "silence is golden"
not here at least
and the words lie scattered.

untold...unseen...

the moment never came my way.
was it mine?
you know...perhaps.
you could have seen those reflections
every time you tapped
and i turned around.
or
was it someone else
you were looking for.