Been Walking

Been walking for too long

Tripping, jumping, sprinting

Tiny beads of warm sweat glistening

On forehead, cheeks, nose and chin

Dripping languidly towards the nape

Think been walking for too long

Sometimes cool breeze blowing

Charcoal, spurned, plangent tress

Sometimes hot blazing sun

Blinding petite cocooned eyes

But the spirit never floundered

Think been walking for too long

Reposing under the copious Pipal tree

Its placid umbra renewing sinews

Beholding the jostling leaves I wonder

Who is lonelier of the divergent two?

Simpleton I or the stupendous you?

Think been walking for too long 

 Instant connect with all your leaves

Many travellers recoup under you

Content to be just one of them

Though you question if it will ever

I know, you know it will forever

Knowing you for umpteen years

Will know you for thousand more

Think been walking for too long

Too long….

Conversations-7

“Whatever we seek usually does not come in the form we expect. That is how the stage of life is animated. Difficult to even remotely gauge how one person can control another, peace, thoughts, breath, ones very existence. For how long can one keep ignoring the cry rasping from some remote nook of the heart? The more one ignores the louder it gets. The plate always felt empty but to be fed with so much fill of love that one doesn't know what to do with it, that’s the deficiency of a mortal.”

“Though depriving myself of you too much, only fear is this deprivation may crumble me down one day, the day I see you in person, alone, all alone.”

“I don’t care what future holds, how events eventually get unfolded. I am happy to be with you, with the feeling of being close to you, with the feeling of being you, just you. Nothing else matters…”

For once the Earth simpered with the flowers.

If You Aren't Hers

If you aren't hers, why does she breathe you?

Quaffing in drop by drop,

If you aren't hers, why does she hear you?

Stomping in every heartbeat,

If you aren't hers, why does she feel you?

Cloaked in the air all around,

If you aren't hers, why does she trust you?

Reverberating in her soul,

If you aren't hers, why does she want you?

Opium to the hapless nerve, 

If you aren't hers, why does she sing you?

Every lyric in her utopian song,

If you aren't hers, why does she dream of you?

Moon on velvet sky,

If you aren't hers, why does she love you?

Falling leaf from the twig,

If you aren't hers, why does she belong to you?

Flute to her altruistic God…