thirst of a poet

hollowness unfathomable
dissatisfaction inexplicable -
even after living
among the versatile thoughts
the whole day...
even after pouring every thought
on the paper -
unquenching thirst..
unending quest -
to reveal..
to decipher..
the imperceptible
the illusory and enigmatic -
to turn a hard rock
into a beautiful sculpture -
to convert a raw feeling
into an alluring poem!

wailing village

what happened to my village?
to the smiles of lush green crops
the warm greetings of innocent people
the whispering streams
the playful calves
the twilight hues and sounds
the chirping nests
and the mesmerizing monsoons...
the sweet smell of the earth
wet with a fresh drizzle..
the granneries filled with grains..
the festive celebrations...
where all have they gone?
who has taken them away?
why are the streets wearing
a deserted look?
why are the people looking lifeless?
why is my village dried up?
why is it wailing??

thoughts of a poet

the waves of an ocean
how mighty they are..
and unruly they may be..
have to meet the shore
and disappear -
the thoughts of a poet
how amusing they are
and vibrant they may be
have to converge
and settle into a word!

i love myself

i love myself-
yes i do love myself-
so long...
i have been
finding it difficult
to love others-
i was puzzled
since i couldn't get
the reason for that-
i thought i was selfish..
i love only myself..
and that's the reason
why i couldn't love ohers-
i pondered over
and i realized to my amusement..
i do not love myself either-
very sad in deed
i began to love myself..
and pampering my feelings..
now surprisingly
i am able to love everyone
as they are all same as me
as lovable as me
since then.....
i am in love with myself
and i also love others!

the fear of a fish

a small fish
in the mighty ocean
free and fearless-
moving to any depths
swimming so fast
facing the roughness
of any weather...
showing the toughness
of it's scaly skin...
escaping from the big fish
very often ...
it is not afraid of
strong and furious waves-
but can't stand
even a tiny net of
a naive fisherman!

he keeps killing us

he mows down some of us
in front of our eyes
we say we are brave
nothing can disturb us
we are all united
we show our strength of unity...
our ability to tolerate gruesome acts...
of violence and terrorism -
we pray for the departed souls...
strict vigil is maintained
and our security system is strengthened
at least for a few days...
then normalcy is restored
everyone is busy again leading their lives
peace prevails everywhere...
we have almost forgotten his attack -
suddenly he strikes again
he kills mercilessly
we raise our voices in fury
we say this is enough...
we shouldn't take it anymore...
but we calm down in no time
we are lovers of peace
we are brave any how
we all stand together
and show our grit and resilience
in such times of horror...
but it happens many a time
he targets us several times
he keeps taking our lives
to satiate his thirst to kill -
we keep watching..
we keep getting killed -
he also watches us ..
he continues to kill us !

since i met you...

whenever i see you...
the words of my heart
remain still
on my lips -
the feelings
i nourish
in my mind
couldn't stop
reflecting in my eyes-
your sight
clips my wings
and makes me inert -
i do not know...
why this happens
since the moment
i met you !

am i changed?

one day i got up
from sleep
early in the morning
and stood
in front of the mirror -
oh my God !!!
it's not me
that is reflected
in the mirror
it's someone else
looking some what cruel
with darkened face, reddish eyes...
oh..no..!
i never looked that way -
i never wanted to appear the one
seen in the mirror....
i cleaned the glass
i cleared my eyes
still it's the same image -
i couldn't understand...
have i changed...?
am i really changed..?
i do not know!
i do not know!!

I Am a Gardener

i am a gardener
i like plants
i like greenery
i move from place to place -
wherever i go
i lay a garden
i nourish the plants
like my children...
everyday feeding them
talking to them
i feel happy
when i see them
growing tall and big-
finally...
when the moment comes..
the moment to leave them
my heart becomes heavy
i start crying
as if i am leaving
my own children..
my dearest friends -
i take a vow
not to grow a garden again-
but i promptly
begin to lay a garden
all over again
where ever i go
what can i do...
after all i am a gardener
i love plants
i can't live without them!