memories

of the day we met,
you remember everything.
i just remember you.

windchime

time flies away
leaving behind memories
memories, that remains caught in the cobwebs of the mind

someday,
the sun shines just so
that i again see your smiling face - in the cobweb
someday,
the moon turns so pale
that it almost becomes dark as the darkest night
that i again see the night, 
the night of your going away - in the cobweb

time flies away
leaving behind memories
memories, that remains caught in the cobwebs of the mind

some memories come silently, in stealth
like the wind is still, not moving
nothing moves, no sound anywhere
the wind-chime does not sing, does not cry
i remain a statue - i donot sing, i donot cry
and the memories again pass by.
--
these memories, they come in stealth, silently
and in my stillness i wonder
who is in hiding here
do i hide from my memories
do my memories hide from me
or is it that, we both always run away from each other.
next time the wind chime rings,
it sounds almost like a sneer, a leer

and then
some memories come with a hundred piper
all around, there is so much laughter
the sun dances, the moon keeps dancing
the wind-chime sings a hundred dream
and i? 
i donot know
whether i am dancing in the whirlpool
or i am the whirlpool itself.
but these memories, they too again pass by.
--
sometime these memories wait for me
sometime, i wait for them in my threshold.
and in waiting, the wind-chime stands alert, 
it does not ring, it hangs still...

time flies away
leaving behind memories
memories, that remains caught in the cobwebs of the mind
memories that take wing
as the wind chime again plays with wind

waiting

you can always argue

that an hour is just an hour.

but sometime

tricks get played

and an hour lasts a little longer

those are the hours

i spend

waiting for you

silence

once all words dry up
all that remains
is the silence.

once silence dies out
all that lives on
is its ever-ricocheting echo
piercing the heart, always

prolonged suicide

between her two fingers
she picked up death gingerly
held it up to the sun
and judged it for one whole minute
then quickly put it on her tongue

now she goes about the town
death-in-cheek all the time

blush

the stars must have whispered many sweet nothings last night

or the sky would not have blushed so much pink today !

alone

when you leave,
you take me away with you.

after that,
in my house
i remain alone,without myself...

or

when you leave
you do not know,
but you take me away with you
and after that,
in my house
i remain alone, without myself

alone

when you leave,
you take me away with you.

after that,
in my house
i remain alone, without myself...


or

when you leave
you do not know,
but you take me away with you
and after that,
in my house
i remain alone, without myself

what happens when
the door is closed
and it is cold outside

do bones freeze
do blood clot
do life stands on a standstill
till the winter is over

does the winter ever go
when the heart is cold
can spring ever come
when the door is closed?