WHEN ONE FINDS SOMEONE AFTER DEATH

History
Craves not
For dates and events

But many events don't need a history !

......... As if
A mother getting gifted
With a son - was an event
Twenty one years old

But a son
Found his mother today.

Don't know -
A benediction
Or a curse -

Of time
Of history ; Of Fate .....

When one finds,

And encloses someone
After death !!

Only If You Knew !!!

When

The Clear, Starry,
Esoteric Nights………

Go Out Of Reach,
And Iffy …..

Adulterated,

By The Dreams, Desires,
And My Own Consciousness …….

I Weightlessly Float :

Unmindful, Inept, Feeble …

How ….

Just A Hand To Hold ….
And Sit …

Wordless !

Could Do !!


Only If You Knew !!!

Oft

I've wanted

to have a mirror on that wall ....

Oft ...

I've gone to the mart

And returned without one !!

For if

I keep a reflector at home ...

Where do I keep my face ??

DO THEY KNOW ?

I waited to get

And then waited

Having got.

Couldn't wait to love

But had to wait

Having loved.

While waiting

How I wanted to reach !

And now,

How I hate

Not to have reached

Somewhere else !!

I'm hated

For being 'dead'

But do they know -

I really hated to die !!

EVER MET ?

Ever met

A dog whining

In a lonesome street

Where

Silence of heart

Is corrupt

With the whisper of lust ?

TOGETHER ! FOREVER !!

I have certainly

no faith in miracles, yet I long

That when death comes to take me

From this great song

Of a world ; it permits me to return


To your door once, and knock

And knock

And call out :


"If you need someone

To share your anguish, your simplest pain,

Then let me be the one.


If not, then let me again

Embark - This time never

To return -


In the final direction

Forever"

GUILT

The knarled knotted palm
Painfully outstretched
Sought just alms ....


Yet, I would not
Could not .....

Face
His poverty-eaten face


Only sought to escape ..........


From him ??


From the guilt of
My radiant health
My tightly-held
Undeserved wealth !!

AFTER THE FALL

For "My Love" of this life .........

Oft

We hurt most

Those

We love most.

What if

The hands that pushed you

Over the last precipice ......

Return no more

Even as ... You Fall ??

I AM NOT GOING TO ARGUE

Don't remember the context at all, nor the source. Nothing in fact as to what must have made me scribble these lines so many years ago. Must've been that bout of insanity that drags me into the realm of the absurd.

But even today when I happened to stare onto these lines flipping through an old, forgotten, non-descript note book of the distant past, they struck a chord somewhere within........ as if I'd written, or had wanted to write this today, may be right now.

"I am not going to argue."

"You won't argue, but you won't admit your mistake either. Why do you stick to it so ? And however sharply you may recollect now, you would, I dare wager, forget everything if you were to talk to him. You would approach me for not having refuted you more effectively now. If he so much as talks about a book. He's instantly ecstatic about everything beautiful .............."

FORGET, MY DEAR ... TO HELP ME OUT !!

My call
Reached you
And faded off .....

My eyes see
Only a void
Beyond you !

My steps
Cease to help
Beyond this point ....

Forget My Dear
to help me out !!

WAITING

Waiting .....

For the unknown
Or perhaps for the one
Who's unaware.

Confused, may be
But intense -
Waiting has a shape of its own.

Ever seen that face
That ugly face of it -

When one
Having been waited
And still waiting
For a beginning ....

Finds the Heart
Waiting for The End ??