Nothing Concealed

Not everything we strive to hide can be concealed

The tighter we shove it, harder lid opens up

The darker we paint it, brighter picture gets

The stronger we cage it, more fiercely wings spread

The wilder we hold it, more sprightly stream flows

Severely we silence it, louder that little voice gets

Insanely we falsify it, truer that intuition turns

Ferociously we restrain it, more viciously emotions blaze

Nothing that we ever strive to hide can be concealed

If You

If you make her smirk, she doesn’t care if everyone else gives tears

If you take notice of her, she doesn’t care if everyone else ignores

If you remember her, she doesn’t care if everyone else forgets

If you saunter her garden, she doesn’t care if everyone else omits

If you let her to occupy your thoughts, she doesn’t care if that makes her go dizzy

If you let her to breathe you, she doesn’t care if that makes her smell of you

If you let her to sing you, she doesn’t care if that makes her echo you

If you let her to drink you, she doesn’t care if that makes her go tipsy

If you make her to hear your heart beat, she doesn’t care if everyone else doesn’t

If you make her to play your melody, she doesn’t care if everyone else doesn’t

If you let her to chant you, she doesn’t care if everyone else doesn’t

If you let her to belong to your soul, she doesn’t care if everyone else doesn’t

Reflection

Flower wants valley to remember, Moon wants sky. Stream wants mountain to remember, Rain wants desert. Shore wants sea to remember, Flame wants dark.

That she stood there. He existed for her like no one else did. Like she had never existed before. As breath for life, as elixir for pain. As a recurring thought that keeps one awake at night. He came placidly from nowhere and dismantled her pieces.  Then putting her together into someone she most recognized, his very own reflection.

Will he remember this, all this? 

The Knot

Shadows stalk in the arcane

Fetching angst and doubts,

Can’t make up my mind

To open sack or keep butterflies,

River beckons with every spurt

To flow wherever it takes,

      Sun glints within blazingly

Can’t bury myself for long,

It all looks tied up ineptly

Still,

Don’t want to loosen the knot. 

And Yet we smile

The seas that rock the boats to annihilation flow in our veins as blood. The same mud that smudges the knees of pristine toddler shapes flesh of his delicate body. The whole tribe belongs to us but none around in need. The eye is favored to look at the world but fails miserably to see. The air that deflects the trail of camel caravans in the desert ordains the flow of our life as breath in our sinews. The fire that pulverizes the palaces and houses is the spirit of our life. The ears to hear but can hardly listen. The tongue to speak but fumbles often to say. The skies that threaten the sheep as lightening protect us as almighty. The hand that stabs our back holds us as friends. The brain to ponder but refuses to think. The heart to pump blood and make existence facile but makes it even more arduous. The love that gives immense pain offers smiles in our loneliness.

How many miles?

How many miles does pigeon glide before it becomes eagle?

How many seas does boat rove before it claims to be ship?

How many arrows does chest endure before it becomes warrior?

How many nights does earth imbibe before she witnesses sunshine?

How many paths does man tread before he becomes monk?

How many times does one fall before she learns to walk?

How many storms does bush brave before it becomes wood?

How many trials does friend transcend to become mate?

How many aches does she soak before she becomes you?

Senile Soul Modish Eye

Your senile soul discerned and extolled by my old eye

My senile soul perceived and raved by your old eye

Despite veneers decrepit souls still recognize each other

But then,

Why does my modish eye not discern your senile soul?

And your new eye not see old mine?

Bliss

Passion not opposite but part of calmness

Lunacy not opposite but part of wisdom

Absurdity not opposite but part of sanity

Hatred not opposite but part of love

Death not opposite but part of life

Your torment not opposite but part of her bliss