Fool: September 2009

Foolish mind wanders along
To catch a butterfly

Foolish words
Of a foolish mind
Striving hard
To find their meaning

The mad song
Of a mad mind
Trying to find a melody

The empty poem
Of an empty mind
Longing to fill in

Amidst the gush
Of the other river
The words got washed away
The song has drowned
The melody is absent
The meaning is lost
The poem in the words
Is missing

Hold on to some rock, words
Settle down in the river bed, song
Embed in the bottom, poem
Once the gush is over
I hope to find you

If not me, if not now
I shall ascend in peace
Knowing
That you have embedded yourselves
Deep down
Hoping
To find you
When I am born again

The Wait: Sept 3, 2009; 2:00 am

She doesn’t look at me
The same way I do
Life doesn’t look at me
The same way I do
Even death
Is attending to someone else

Meanwhile I exist
Waiting…..
Which of the three
Will reach me first.

Death & Moksh; August 20, 2009;

Pending desires and wishes
And shortage of breathe
is death

Pending breathes
And shortage of desires and wishes
is moksh

In this life
Moksh looks difficult.

The incomplete collage: August 17, 2009; 1:30 p.m.

I see a collage in the mirror
Made of your feelings
A patch of warmth here,
A patch of happiness there,

A small piece of love
Just held loosely
A long torn patch
of promises,
Few small pieces of denials
Many a silent days

All pasted loosely
With your words
Contradictory actions
And broken promises
On this self

Tell me
Am I looking good?
Am I complete?
Am I the piece of art
that you find worthy of love.

And then I see
This huge patch
Left empty
I wait anxiously
What patch will appear there