silent waves.
sitting on a bench underneath
banyan of life
you speak for me to hear
I listen for I need to walk awhile
along the shore of silent waves
ocean is abuzz with an approaching tide
we ride a ship on silent calm waters
we hold hands for time spent cherished
we let our hair lose one more time
we laugh aloud with the gushing waters
we measure times with scales of winds
we toss a coin and wish for both
heads and tails all at once.
Dialect.
I feel your presence inside my being
my heart reach out to you
my soul sits by yours
holding hands ,singing songs
I am shaken by the urge to jump this fence
to mingle with the cows
grazing under warm sun
I witness myself turning into liquid
And run through my veins
at lightening speed
yet I hold myself
for what .. I know not
I run through the meadow
I climb that hill and call out your name
With this knowledge deep within that you will listen
for you know the dialect
of my inner void.
dream from a box
I tended to some dreams
with these hands swollen with might
I opened a box that was just lying around
for so long I did not know
box embedded with brass nails
it moved sometimes a few inches on its own
then settled nestled again in its hinges
it tried once to open itself with a will
some dreams walked out silently
obediently following the wind that flowed
and settled themselves in my lap
this time it’s we who tend them again
whispers.
one sweet little whisper
one loud clear murmur
a puddle filled with rain water
four feet tapping to their own music
strings of hearts tuned just right
eyes filled with wonder all around
evenings arrive to hold hands together
mornings blossom with white lilies
two cups filled with nectar
shared till they are filled again
smiles spread across corners of eyes
horizons resonate with hearty laughters
one fairytale is writ on one crimson sky
I do.
every night when I close my eyes
put my first foot on the road to dreamland
I cover the nib of my pen
lest the ink might get dry
I fold the left over paper of the day
in clean four folds and
slip it under my pillow
I need to switch off myself
to let the night flow in my veins
to let myself be with you
to let the river roar through
snowy mountains
lush green valleys
treacherous curves
cascading falls
I rush keeping pace with your breath
to meet my ocean
just in time just in time
I do I do I do
for when I slip my fingers under my pillow
my paper comes out
all stretched languishingly
folds and wrinkles all gone
night’s song written on it
and your fingerprints etched…
we are..
we stood facing each other
reaching out with eyes filled to the brim
vistas of contentment
I forgot if I had any arms
I picked up my hands
with the back of my palm
I brushed your contours
I felt you melting with my touch
I rose in a heap myself
our vapours filled the air
fragrances so thick so heavy
we utter not a single word
yet we know all the words
that any of us has ever said
to this whole wide world.
