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Who is it that speaks to us and we want to hear?

What is it that we can’t listen what it wants to say?

Who is it that perplexes us as the words display?

What is it that we want to do but can’t undertake?

Who is it that we want to feel yet cant grip?

What is it that we want to see but can’t gaze?

Who is it that we want to push yet want to stay?

Fly

You fly. You do. Have seen you flapping your enormous pristine glossy wings over the azure on the hills. From where the view is breath taking. Every single thing looks the same. Everything looks minuscule, tiny. So tiny that it can be espoused. That it can be held between arms. That it can be captured in the immaculate lens of the magical eye. All things red or yellow, cold or warm, soft or rough, weak or tough seem to melt in the heat of your intense rays. If all melt then why do some images re-reflect in the mirror? Days, weeks, months, years, even decades later…

Mirror that was long lost in the battle field. Assumed to be trampled under the heavy foot of mammoth. But it shines once again when the clouds get overcast. When the dark waters from the fringe inundate. When the spirit refuses to wake. Suddenly giving hope of the sun tomorrow. Of the seed emerging as sapling. Of the broken pieces coming together.

But you fly. You do. And again you will. Over the lush green valleys. Over the singing streams. And where will the mirror go? Fly away with you or stay in the closet this time? Forever…

Conversations- 12

“Let’s call it over. Yes, I finally mean it!” She said fuming.

“Every time it’s me thinking what wrong I said. Can’t get where I falter”. He said submissively.

They didn't talk for a few seconds but a million messages exchanged seats between their hearts.

“OK, I am sorry. I know I am bad. I hurt you always.” She was repentant

“Yes, you do. Always” He said hurt

“Hug me. I need you. Today. Forever” She reached out her trembling arms to him

“I know one day you will leave me and go” He said with that fear looming large in his small eyes

“Yes I will. And return the very next second as well” She said laughing in her usual candid manner

“I am a black hole. I can only pull people towards me. Once you are a part of me you can’t escape. You breathe in me. You cry in me. You smile in me. You drift in me. You lose yourself in me. You find yourself in me too.” She held his hand and clasped it close to her bosom. 

Yet

Ocean leaves the urn empty

Yet a single drop brims it to full

Whole conversation seems abstract

Yet a sentence makes it most meaningful

Garden of blossoms looks bleak

Yet a scarlet adds iridescent hue

Miles of journey take nowhere

Yet a few steps lead to destiny

Years of togetherness leave vacuum

Yet a second of encounter gifts happiness

Barrenness

Barrenness of human life

Loneliness of Jungle wild

Aridity of desert robust

Depletion of separation long

Emptiness of hollow existence

Sterility of mute cognition

Dryness of numb minds

Infertility of waiting eyes

Fruitlessness of spoken words

Bleakness of haunting memories

Barrenness of human life

Loneliness of Jungle wild

Words

Words and lattice of words

What lasts in heart lives

What doesn’t fades,

 Like cold frigid touch

Unnerving skin at first

Annihilating on fervid palm

Some drowning strength

Others soaring life

Into tepid skies

Power of Time

Slumberous time awakens

Straightening wrinkles of yore

Unleashing magical journey

Marooned at some doorpost

Shining diamond missed then

Brings forth beatitude a plenty

Power of time rattles soul

Glowing flame to dying lamp

What does she treasure now?

You or your candied thoughts?