Monday, January 12, 2009

Chains of Liberation

You ask “Why don’t you dance with joy?”
There have been infinite invisible chains around my feet
I never knew that I was supposed to undo them one by one
I kept them all ‘as gifts’
I waited for some loving hands to undo them
I didn’t know I have to undo them myself
One day you came along
And laughed at me…
You reached down my feet
But ended up adding one more chain
Now I struggle to undo them one by one
Only one of them can’t be undone
It’s the ‘chain of liberation’
Which you gave me as a farewell gift!!!
1999

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

An Idiot

When She looked at the horizon
They laughed
They called her an 'Idiot'
No one knew
She could see that the sky never kissed the earth

When She looked at the Sky
They laughed
Idiot
No one knew she was looking at the infinite space seeking

When She kissed a youth
They mocked
'What would an idiot know about love?'
No one knew it was her way of paying compliments to Life
For being alive, for being able to laugh and cry and...
For being able to love

1999

Friday, January 2, 2009

On reading and books

To hide myself and my face i decided to bury myself in a book. The words looked strange. I couldn't correlate them. The string of thoughts went on in the back ground, tearing me away from the book. The more disturbed I was, the more I tried to lose myself in the words and search for their meanings. I masked myself in them. Slowly I weaved myself into the words and structure of the book. As meaning and story emerged, I no longer needed a mask and there was no need to hide!!
1999

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Thoughts from the past...

A Pebble
I wish I was a smooth pebble lying on a roadside wilderness. Watching everything objectively. An object. A small hand would have picked me and felt my smoothness on cheek and may have carried me home. A mother's hand would have thrown me out of window, on to the city road. A bored leg would have kicked me and carried me along. Thus I would have travelled along...I don't want to be a milestone. I just wish I were a pebble...
1999

Leaf, girl and the artist
All the leaves have fallen...
I look at one small leaf on that lone standing tree and wonder whether its painted...and whether my life truly depends on it. I remember a story of a girl who lived looking at the painted leaf and the artist who died while painting the leaf. Did the artist deceive the girl?
1999