Showing posts with label LOVE. Show all posts
Showing posts with label LOVE. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Things beyond yes or no

Yes, not much to cheer
in this month,dear
but don’t you remember?
its our own December!

You may reason
‘it was another season,
and love is pain
more loss than gain’

It is true, many promises still remain
but believe that all are not in vain
though nowadays ,I may not
wake you and quote
‘In each drop of dew
I see you’
as love,like a single child
is wild
cannot be tamed
nor be named

love,life and rain
joy,hope and pain
are they real?
or daydreams unreal?

this season we will know
things beyond yes or no

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

THE KISS AND THE LIE

Before the kiss,
I was a frog
who boasted “it rained
because I croaked”

During those frog days,
one reptile told me
“Frogs croak for different reasons”
and predicted "you will marry a mammal”

Me, a confused ambhibian
never knew it was a joke
but believed him and asked
“Can they both live together?

With a reptilian smile he answered
“Possible, if only you can fool her
with the ‘three word secret lie’
though all the three words are true
together they form the greatest lie!
if you can solve this puzzle
you can win her heart too”


I leaped out of the well
and started my quixotic trip.

Reptiles didn’t eat me
because I was a ‘living joke’

Water birds adviced their young ones
“an ambhibian in love causes diarrhoea”

So I survived and continued my search
to reach an estuary filled with white water lillies

No more a prey to snakes and birds,
I faced the vault of the sky,
saw the most beautiful face
I had ever seen in my life.

Before I could croak the reptilian lie
she kissed me and whispered “shut up”

I forgot ‘three word lie’
its head and tail
everything
except love

Thursday, May 15, 2008

WRITINGS ON AN ABANDONED WALL-"Hide and Seek"




It is something
that i should never tell you,
even my last breath
hangs from the blade of life.

I knew it
during our morning walks
on a road
carpetted with nebulas of bird shit.


In and out
a bamboo stem
we dip and float
with butterflystrokes
splitting time and making tones
never ending
our hide and seek.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

HOW WE SURVIVED


We lived together
yet separate,
like yolk and white.