Tuesday, November 18, 2008



You speak
Your Eyes

Don’t stare at me
Like that

I can listen
To your voice
Your eyes

Inside me

Even though
You have
To me

Full Stops

Full Stops

Dreams are never stopped
By full stops

As to why
There is always
A new sentence to come
Carrying a new story

Have you just stumbled
By a full stop
Of your life?

Dreams are like

Dreamers walk
On the road of dream
To emerge
As another road

Dreams are not destinations
They are wombs
Containing destinations

We shouldn’t be afraid of
Full stops

Full stop
A sun of evening

Just wait
Wait for the morning



What shall you do
If all the doors are closed
Wherever you go for one night shelter?

What shall you do
If the land below your feet
Start slipping?

What shall you do
If all the rivers have dried up
And you are dying thirsty?

What shall one do
If sincerity is out of demand

With hollow commitments?

What shall one wait for
If all the rays of hope
Are nibbled by dark assurances?

It’s simple
Never give up
Never give up
Never give up

White Holes

White Holes

There are holes
In the air

Small holes
Big holes
The most confused
And the most fatal
Medium sized holes

The holes are white
As white as
Her lost handkerchief

Their divorce paper
Is white
Just as the hole in the sky

There are holes
In the air

Uncle likes to keep
White moustache
He never puts on anything
To blacken moustache
Always white do not mean
It may also indicate
Some deadly wars
Without red bloodsheds

Wars are planned
In White House of America

Awful white thoughts of status-quo
Always keep on embedding our living minds
Like the white cloth covers the dead body

There are holes
In the wholes

In fragments

So whole is never a whole
Of something

Fragment is
Subject to much more
Much more fragmentations

Holes in the space
Pave the path
To the most awaited
Times to come
Which never come
In reality

There are holes
In the air