Monday, December 10, 2012

I sweep the soul floor daily

I sweep the soul floor daily
-These lines were mentioned by a friend as in the course of an invigorating chat with her. Since that day , these lines have been resonating within me at all times, tugging at me , beckoning me , arguing that they need a place of their own.This post is dedicated to her, who has been the inspiration for this post.
Forgiveness, i believe, is a real treasure.Not for the person at the receiving end , but for ourselves. For in doing so we are able to heal ourselves from deep within.As she said , 

जाओ माफ़ किया, मैनें अपना दिल साफ़ किया 

Its we ourselves who gain at the end, we cleanse ourselves of the negativity that is holding us back.   So,

I sweep the soul floor daily...............................
Bits of ego shrapnels, with slicing edges
Broken off into kaleidoscopic  patches 
Wild expectations that become a twister
Whirling with voices dark and sinister
Some shards of pain on the uneven floor 
Piercing , drawing blood to the silken fore
Dust of those now fallen from grace
On the pedestal of worship I did place
Where love once brewed a magic potion
Lies an overturned vial with dregs of poison
 Dripping down with  dried congealed blood
Of nascent hopes that fell down with a thud 
A comatose butterfly with a broken wing
Damaged in punching words in a  boxing ring
Ignored, devoid of sensation lies a broken dream
It's pieces run amok as i wipe them clean
Tears from the pillow seeping into moist wood
 Bitter smoke rises as vengeance plays the crook

I am looking for the treasure with the golden sheen
The power of forgiveness to wipe the slate clean
It lies under the bed that I sweep in the end
Buried in the clutter of the heart on the mend 
With this I've thrown out all the hurt and the pain,
This magical  lesson helps me keep going again                
No karma to carry forward as negativity melts 
My soul floor is clean , its my favor to myself

Be blessed, friend.. Your words always inspire 

Monday, April 23, 2012


एक घर है यहाँ , और एक वहां
और बस यह रिश्तों के निशान
दूर उड़ के भी पास आना ही
करता हैं   ये कहानी यूँ बयां 
सृजन किया  एक महका सा  सपना
जो सच बन के हुआ तुम पे फना
दूर रह के भी जो दिल में खिले
तू  नियामत है जो  भरे मेरा जहाँ 

Friday, January 20, 2012


When dream weaver leaves word spinner

Clanging wheels and hissing engines

Echo in the lonely station
Teeming with wet stories
Of meeting and leaving
And voices coalesce
Rivulets of desire
Gather momentum
In thunderous silence
And dream weaver sings
In the voice of falling teardrops
As the word spinner’s tale
Echoes adieu in empty hearts

Or is it adieu?

For the thread of memories
Has knotted silver specks
Tied with the unseen voice
Of snowflakes surrendering
To a rapturous earth
As they fall silently
On a world exploded
With the voice of surrender
As two souls are transformed
To dream spinner and word weaver

How can goodbyes exist?
When in the silence of surrender
They absorbed one another
The voice of their being
Now resonates in each other!

Wednesday, December 14, 2011


It was that age when evening silver mists
Spread their alluring perfume
Captivated my senses
Drawing faces in the empty valleys
Always shrouded in mystery
A vision of dreams answered
Just almost within my reach
Yet as my outstretched arms
Lengthened across the lake
Faded away into a teasing book
Quickly shutting its flapping leaves
And I
Lost again
Not knowing which page
Held the key to my lock
Of the caged soul that fluttered
Waiting for its soiree
To dance into midnight surrender
A whirlwind of untouched passions
Melting into a pair of nothingness’s
The perfect one

It is now the age
When mists spray the eyes
And slide on sloping deodars
A frosty white glaze
On the leafless tree
Of shattered dreams

Will there ever be a day
When the first moonbeam
Will melt the glaze
And clear the haze
As we stand face to face?

Sunday, December 4, 2011


Each night as I sit in the hallway
Of long forgotten dreams
And watch the icicles of desire
Drip onto a lonely roadside
Giving life to those trees
Where your words hang
Words of promises, of dreams
Of shared lives and common themes
And I reach out to hold each one
Gently caress it with closed eyes
And a story springs alive
Of the time and the place
And the love on your face
When you said those words
Caressing words
Embracing words
Tickling words
Hopeful words
Musical words
Unsaid words
And silence between them
Woven into this rich tapestry
Of a life that would be
Now caught in the jagged edges
Of your material aspirations
And lost sensitivity
See how it flutters in the wind
Frayed edges of bleached dreams
Where did we forget?
The right weft and weave
The giving and the taking
Recognition and respect
The love and the tenderness
The holding tight and letting go
Now I stand there haunted
Chained by your woven words
Bound by aborted dreams
At the crossroads of time
Waiting for your return
In that deserted street
Of a life that isn’t,

Sunday, November 27, 2011


Do you know how we share
This language as a pair
The language of footsteps
That we two did create
It’s the language of love
Which no one can translate

Its soundless words dripping
With passion unique
And rich nuances of silence
Which only we can speak
Soundless, wordless
And formless too
No grammar, no punctuation
Just seamless communication
Born of the sounds
Which can’t be pronounced
Just heard in silence
Your arrival they announce
Emotions a lonely trough
Or a buoyant crest
I can tell by the sound
Of your familiar tread
With bated breath we wait
For the sound of footsteps
 To echo across the worlds
Where we live separate
I can sense your longing
By the impassioned pace
Laced with desire
Your footsteps make
And you can feel
The depth of my low
By the silence in between
As I walk on tip toe
At times it becomes
A laborious long wait
When the sound of your footsteps
Don’t echo at the gate
And when the bells of anklets
Create this alluring tune
You know that my footsteps
Beseech you to return
We’ve learnt the enchanting music
That our footsteps together create
This symphony of love
In which our hearts vibrate

For there is no one else
Who can so well communicate
In this language of footsteps
That we two did create


Evening’s tresses sprawl across the sky
And the dark dusky temptress tiptoes in
As a tide in the sea of our senses
A raindrop of synchronised thoughts
Moistens the dried up memories
The long lost fragrance of your body
Wafts up to our heightened desires
As oceans across we lie supine
On beds on simmering dreams
Which smoulder into a raging fire
And words in colours fly across seas
Sparkling with golden shared moments
Blue with the bruises of broken desire
Sometimes red with a passionate swirl
Taking the silver from promises baked dry
In the cold and lonely moonlight
At times a hint of green envy
As others claim your existence
And create this scintillating display
Of a bridge of dazzling fireworks
Across to the land of forever

Shall we join our hands?
And walk across this fire
No fear of the beyond
Let it be gaping emptiness
The absolute black end
Or a birth again together
To live with one another
Across this bridge to forever