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Thursday, August 26, 2010

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

aphelion



she going away further
tears erupt
as rains..


the mysterious life is in front;
just in front or within..
with its claws - gravity and atmosphere..

changing moods by way of breath -
never revealing - "for what?"

drinking the life by the breath -
whatever the out come - is the mystery..

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

sun rays..



sparks
flowing
from fights..

Friday, August 20, 2010

found that lost friend




me again fall into the silence..
where ever me go -
it uses to follow me..

it is so beautiful -
a childhood friend..
me used to talk to it always..
it used to hold my hands -
and took me to the great valley of life;
where me care the trees, flowers, their smells,
the fruits, honey, snails, butterflies, ants;
where me used to see everything with my widen eyes..

the livelihood broke my friendship..
it demands talks, to be talkative..
it not needs silence, no, no way..
if you have - you become a mystery there..
it needs talks, actions, movings, performances..
no need of silence there -
except in some notes of the musician..

me again fall in the friendship again..
but it needs greatest efforts of me -
to keep the friendship this time..
not so natural as of earlier - a struggle now..
every minute when me with it -
me become restless..

it just hold my hands with tears,
"be a friend of me;
if not so -
you may meet me again
only in the end of your life.."

Monday, August 9, 2010

an intimate lover of earth.. - gravity..



me complained her a day..

"you have an intimate lover within you..
which never allow me to fly..
where ever me go, he always controlling me..
are me imprisoned by him?"

she laughed at me..
"why you want to go away from me?
me provide you air,
get you water,
for you - rowing in the sunlight,
give you food and rest..
why you want to go away from me?"

"you are my mother..
where me go?
but how long may I remain in my mother's lap?"

"then go away - with joy.."

"how to go away?
your b/f held me tightly with you?"

"yes.. he might..
he always tightly held anything..
even he held myself in composition..
without him - me may not;
be spread in the whole universe on particles..
but he is so kind hearted..
held me..
held me - composed -
however me so wild.."

Thursday, August 5, 2010

tree..



they are cutting that tree -
in front of me;

it is a tall tree –
very tall –
as if to touch the sky;

it is so strong in its soul –
evident by its flowering;

it has a beautiful existence within it –
as existence so lovely;

it likes to live its life –
with all others..
with the leaves..
with the branches..
with the flowers..
with the birds..
with the nests..
with the ants..
with all its dependents..

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it always provides a cool shadow -
a shadow that is heartful..
they are cutting it – right in front of me..

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its stem so hard as of rock -
the axe broken within the second blow..
they examining and finding ways to cut it with ease..

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me go near the tree..
as usual it greets me –
with its dancing leaves in the wind..
me caress it with my looks;
feel its firmness - with tears;
me stand there still -
without knowing - what to do?
me see a leaf falling, flying towards me..
“a token of affection..”
immersing myself in that moment..

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they start their wish..
take their own time -
they too hard triers –
as of this tree..
with lot of sweat –
they are cutting the sweet tree..
the axe piercing its laps, its waist..
stopping hands are cut down with vigour..
they pull it down –
just pull down it in the floor..

they are going for rest –
after resting the tree on earth..

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deep hurt drag me towards the tree..
just look at the spot – where they cut..
me see the sign – of the blood flow within the tree..
a dark brown colour – in the core of the wood..
the veins built up by the tree – over the years -
shattered down by the axe of the men..

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my hands touch that spot..
my senses stop working, my mind too..
me stand still..
me feel – me have to lie on the tree and me DID..

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me may expect a leaf to fall and fly towards me..
as
“a token of affection”
from above..
from the sky..
me may expect -
till my death..

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(tribute to my dad -
on his death anniversary..)

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