Thursday, September 29, 2011

Long Live

It All Expired
In a Moment.

In the series of
Recollections
Justifications
That Follow
The Dead One would
Live Long.
Drool or Dropping
Either it could be

Of a Crow or Sparrow
From the tree Above
The Night proves Neither

Yet
It stinks at the Nostrils.

Every SMS
is punctuated
By Smileys
Shed from
The Lips.


Still Pond

No Stone
Spatters
Ripples
A Still Pond.
Everyone
carries a Watch
To Trust
The Time it displays
Is the Right.

In Moments of
No Awareness
High flies
A Word
A Gesture.

If
Feathers do caress
and
Claws might bruise
The onus adds up
For having mothered.

LIFT

Wandering clouds inside
When all alone I ride
An up-thumb blocks my way.
Could he be a thief?
An innocent might he be.
So what?
Where to drop -
The bare minimum to be talked.
With someone sitting behind
Thinking aloud is to be perturbed.
Lost amidst the Clouds
I drove past
With no compulsive reasons to stop.
This Non-stop ride
might at any moment
Drop the driver on the road
Thumbing -up for a ride.
Candy in my mouth
Wrapper between my fingers
I was walking on the corridor.
The floors are clean and tidy
Dropped is trash.
What would be brushed
If Nothing is littered ?
In a moment of
No Guilt
No Rationalisation
It was dropped.