O Darkness! You occupy this wide universe Permanently. I am the son of a learned person Aware of the modifications Each life must experience. Even though I dwell in light Where ever light does not reach I can see you. I do not fear you.
I see you through my mind, The mind is that which has desires. My act of seeing you covers you. Whatever I see projected Upon you does not last forever.
O Darkness! You neither change nor age Existing as you do now From before the beginning of time, You are the eternal bond. Of what use is the light that shines if it instils fear Makes me hide in your folds, It is light that also tells me about grief Makes me seek relief in you. Light can hide you, O Darkness, but You cannot conceal light. You are my origin, One day, seeking a merger with you I will walk towards you.
On a sunny afternoon I sat in my wicker chair Reading a letter Posted some three months ago When winter had just drawn its fangs And compelled the air To bite sharp and deep Into my skin and mind.
The paper I hold is still cold, The written words, icy and shrill. I am accustomed to reading More bad words said about me The good ones are few, To my surprise The letter I hold in my hand contains Many words of praise. I usually earn praise When I do nothing and stay idle Daylong Week after week. Small pleasure.
I have not seen Paradise, My retired life cannot be any different. But my friend who wrote this letter Is not happy, His name is not in the list of state awardees. He is disappointed, He is a fine writer though. I love reading his poems, I must pay him a visit.
Left at the river bank To fend alone I was busy counting my prayer beads.
When darkness descended, I counted the stars But not the ripples That constantly rose and fell On the river’s surface, They lack certainty.
Bored and tired, I was frightened too By the sounds of the river and the night That told me to go away. Where to?
Expectations are valuable, They are all fragile, They do make one dream. I want to dream. My wisdom had left me in the wild To be alone, To find or weave a dream I could connect with, It had not abandoned me. Only those who sleep well, dream.
I have not slept a wink Owing to a nagging fear - The fear of losing. I can lose everything but not my hopes. Aware, I did not wander in the woods Only to retrace my steps Because I cannot accept defeat; Now, Because I wish to dream again I must find my sleep.
Dimly shines the moon in her tearless eyes Highlighting the pain, she endures While she waits for the return of happy times She cannot forget even if she tried, Her eyes scan the horizon and the sky.
No smile plays on her colourless dry lips, The fountain of tales that had always overflowed Is also dry, the words she spoke are silent, Even the tall trees do not make the wind sing, She survives because of her memories.
As she sits at the window surveying her world The dos and don’ts play their roles, She knows time must move on, Over-ride all pretences and joys; Her world must pulsate and make things count.