Monday, May 18, 2015

trickling little streams

I seek expanse of ocean
and yet do you stop me
at trickling little stream
each small lake of water
as if teasing me to say
this is all you will get

Little did I realize then
that these streams when
they flow down the hills
form into raging rivers
which blow away land
to end up in the ocean

Little did I know then
these lakes would dry
one day from here and
be devoid of existance
had it not been for the
oceans to feed them

As I now wander lost
through hot dry desert
I no longer long for
the ocean of this earth
I just seek a small
little oasis of water

In this sandy terrain
I seek for sweet water
that comprises your love
that trickling little stream
which would run dry
to spring back to life

I seek for the air from
your breath to come
and refresh this garden
with your lovely perfume
from now, to the end
desert to farthest ocean



Sunday, May 17, 2015

Stars of the South

I long for the same night
along the stars of south
where I first saw you
that air, along the ocean
and then we returned
under the stars of north
only to live in lands
separated by big seas
I long for green prairies
along which you live
as I go over the hills
to catch glimpse of you
the grass is green here
but you remain far
ah the stars see here
under you I don't see her
better was the place
far far away from you
where I could see her
each dawn and dusk
under the stars of south
I now live in a desert
where only thing clear
is this sand and the stars
O Stars you are so different
that may be beloved
does not like your ways
and does not come here
to give me a glimpse
How much I may wish
for house across your river
meandering through prairies
across the greens of land
knocking at the footsteps
where you awake each day
for my eyes to catch the sun
and each night as I kiss
good bye to your eye lids
I know I will sleep peacefully
like I did under stars of south
but then this is not the case
stars of north have betrayed
how much do I wish for us
you and I my love to
once again travel that far
and if stars of north fail us
we meet under stars of south

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

drop of water

I was still and calm
like a large lake in
a deep deep valley
but then you came
as a drop of water
creating ripples just
with a small touch

Ripples like so many
others, created by
stones that were thrown
but then I could see
all stones thereafter
but now I am searching
for you; my drop of water
that created these ripples

I am unable to find you
anywhere in my depths
anywhere along my banks
I ask air that flows around
It laughs at me loudly
as if  I am now insane
asking something weird


But I know and you know
you came in me as a drop
created ripples like no other
then where are you now
cause I want to see you
more than all other  that
had created ripples in me
are now settled in in me

O! my lovely drop of water
where have you vanished
and finally when I call out
to you O! drop of water
I see the whole of me stand
and respond in unison

You are me and I never knew
but then why do I seek
your shadow in my being
your presence in my mornings
your kisses in every dusk
for you to come and wake me
by your touch at each dawn

Saturday, May 2, 2015

Wait

I wait for you in the expanse
like a boat without mast
stranded in middle of ocean
I wait for answers, tell me
What can be more painful
than an empty boat floating
alone in middle of the ocean

I look at agony of dying sun
each dawn its heart bleeds
as it bids good bye to beloved
I know what the sun must fell
what can be more disheartening
than to leave your own beloved
and go far away, invisible to all

I see melting drops of snow
breaking away from glacier
to trickle away from the land
I wait for it to roar with pain
What can give a shriller cry
than a ragging river in land
inundating all that is in its path

I see the moon each night
changing shapes to impress
those countless stars of sky
who do not care about moon
What can be more heartbreaking
than indifference of night, which
doesn't care as moon vanishes

Beloved, I have vanished
and melted away like snow
seen each dawn the sun sets
as the lonely boat in the ocean
what can be greater punishment
than this separation of hearts
bleeding alone, across shores