Placid Lake and the Tempest

Rainy day at East Coast Park

‘O placid lake, why do you lie so calm?’ asked the tempest.
‘Because I have lost the desire to dance.’
‘Oh, but you are missing out the beauty of the tumult. The life of passion. Wait, I shall show you!’
And saying that, the tempest threw a stone creating a million ripples in the lake.

The lake watched herself wave up and down and felt ecstasy passing through her very veins.
‘Hey, I had never felt like that before. The energy felt good and brought back some of my lost treasures back to the surface!’
‘Aha, now you can become the sea,’ said the tempest with a roar.
‘No, my dear, let me now give you some of my calm.’

‘But I am the hail, I am the storm. How can I be calm?’
With that, the ripples on the lake calmed down and she invited the tempest over her. With her moisture laden arms, she pacified the dry storm and grounded it.
‘Oh, that felt nice for me to rest a bit. I have always moved in whirlwinds,’ replied the tempest with a gleam in his eyes.

‘I am the lake with an ocean hidden in me and you are the storm with a calm at the center. Let’s embrace our cores and keep ourselves open to transcending our identities once in a while. Let’s love who we are.’
‘But we are one!’
‘Yes, we are!’

Poetry returns Home

written a poem after a long time-

You do not choose to read
or understand poetry; it chooses
whether you deserve it or not
It finds its cradle and coffin
It finds the heart that bleeds
And when it finds a home, it tears
open all the doors and windows;
try shutting down you might
but it enters from the crevices
like a whiff of lady of the night



Aankhon se hum karte baatein bhi kab tak

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Dekho na ye kya ho gaya
Waqt na jaane kahan kho gaya
Teri saans se, meri dhadkan se
Ye zindagi ka sabab hi le gaya

Badhte qadam ruk se gaye hain
Khulte lab sil se gaye hain
Sannaton ke beech khade hum
Phir ajnabi ban se gaye hain

Aahatein guzre waqt ki aati hain
Chamak in aankhon me le aati hain
Phir haasil ek bheega lamha hoga
Soch ke ye phir bhar aati hain

Jaana ab kyun aur kahaan hai
Mita manzilon ka naam-o-nishaan hai
Bant-ti hui raahon ke beech
Alag jaata tera mera kaafila hai

Dhalte suraj ki si thi ye mohabbat
Jab shaam aayi, rehta ye damakta kab tak
Hai kuch aisa  fark, teri meri zubaan me
Aankhon se hum karte baatein bhi kab tak


Life and the journey of Spirit


Dear Life, how you screwed me
I had dreams that you snatched
I craved for love that you demolished
I yearned for success that didn’t come

I cursed and burned in my wrath
regretting and longing all day long
that what should not have occurred
and the damned that never happened

I fired the cauldron of my unhappiness
With the embers of my dissatisfaction
And poured in it my delicate soul
stirring till it was no more

Decades passed by in that misery
As I waited for the tide to turn,
some blessing to shine upon my fate
and life to make up for its wickedness

I seethed until I grew tired
of the complaints and million regrets
Seeing that nothing came my way anymore
neither sunshine nor darkness, neither love nor hatred

I looked at the ashes of my soul,
burnt all but one smoldering speck of a spark
As I blew gently on it, it flickered
and the flame smiled back at me

For long now, I had been lonely
The warmth of that flame melted
the tears out of me, and I ached
upon finding how hollow I had become

Picking that last bit of my soul,
I started traveling to destinations unknown
With no goal, no expectations and no fear
glistening in the heat and shivering in the cold

No longer I felt alone; everything around me
gave me company if I acknowledged it
Unburdened of my discontent, I felt light
and ready to go all the way I wanted

Everything was unexplored and beautiful
once I started taking an interest
Every failure was meaningless and trivial
once I knew the value of just trying

Dear Life, how you blessed me
You gave me the fountain of bliss
that can never dry, as long as I
replenish it with my soul and spirit


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