You pat my back,
asking me
to gulp down my loss
without giving out a howl,
to avoid the noise of my spill,
like you pat the sugar box
to fill those empty spaces,
making it devoid of all the air
forcing it to accommodate,
just a little more,
just a little..
-
Though she was just 2 taps away,
He still preferred traveling 200 miles.-
कहीं मिलें बारिश तुमसें,,
तो कहना उससे,,
आकर बरस जाये मेरे यहां,,
सदियों से कोई तप रहा हैं,,
उसकें इंतजार में......!!-
मेरा जान बूझ कर,
खुद को तुमसे दूर रखना,
एक प्रकार का तप ही तो है,
मन को संयम करना सीखने का।।-
We stop talking
(of conversation) -
Cease the broken flow
(of chatter)
that drips
drips
drips
drips -
uneven -
from confused
faucet-mind
and as droplets
hit the sink,
a tap becomes
a metaphor
for closure-
There was a tap that trickled in tune to the clock's wink. No, the tap wasn't weeping. It was struggling to hold in so much, so that hands could hold on to it. Whenever someone worked to fix, it leaked all the more. So, the moment arrived for it to wave goodbye to its wall, to its bucket and everything that accepted its fall. That day, it realised, it was replaced and I didn't leak a bit. Scales of salty past shed now and then, from within. All I do is lie on the bed with legs angled 90, like it.
-
In pockets
they live.
In pauses
they breathe.
In a bubble I live, it often b u r s
at night. A drop of water abo t
to fall from a ut s
tap. At night.
Eyes know
maybe how
many dreams
are lived and
f o r g o t t e n
a t n i g h t.-