Transcend self, I cannot. It is a curse, a vice, a sin, You say. Self is worthless, An entity to be undermined, Subdued, suppressed, Choked to death. Transcend beyond it To the self of God, You say. Merge and fuse With a million other selves; faceless and disowned by themselves; merge and drown in […]
Look closely, look again. Look at my eyes; the stars are fading. Look at my lips; the roses are wilting. What they need, you will never know; But tell me, just once….. Life won’t pass me indifferent; Tell me there will be love to share And a place called home, Where loneliness will never knock
You turned away from me; Gurgling streams stood stagnant, Blooming flowers soon wilted, Singing birds, could not but scream, Green boughs turned black and dry, Raindrops dissolved in the sky, Roads ended where they stood, Nights followed nights, All the world stopped around me; And I, bewildered like a child, Stood alone Not knowing why.
I watch you walk from a distance, Foot by graceful foot. I watch the changing patterns of light and shade upon your shoulders, at your feet. I walk the same road, Beneath the same boughs. The breeze that plays With your hair And wraps around you, I feel it too – the very same
My untouched world Shuns contact, Yet waits breathlessly To be reached. My spirit so restless, Struggles to be free Of the fetters that hold it, Struggles to belong Unchained, unheld. My hands that take The weight of toil, My hands that have learnt The skill to untangle, The roped and knotted paths of
Knock not at this door, O traveller! No sound reaches The listless being behind; For this door is barred To your world. Beyond this threshold No warmth, no comfort Awaits you. There lies a shrine Where a soul stands Alone In worship of its Gods. None enters this shrine, But the Gods
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Who shall bring life To these orphan dreams That cling to me so tight? Who shall wipe away Dark, innocent fears From trembling hearts? Who shall kiss away The deep pain from Quiet eyes? Who shall take away The hurt and give back Childhood to wavering thoughts? Who shall it be
I saw her smile, I saw her laugh, And talk to those around; But her smile Was unsure, hesitating, Her laughter did not reach Her solemn eyes; They remained lost. She looked but did not see. Her words were, But not the portrait Of her thoughts. Her soul danced restlessly Through misty eyes, As
(Was broadcast on AIR, Yuva vani Hyderabad on 23.3.78) Turn thy sparkling eyes on me, Let me behold them Before mine grow misty. Sing thy song while thou canst, For my heart may Forget its poetry. Laugh! While my mirth is still free of satire. Play thy harp And let its
Tender little hands Held up a begging bowl, In the hope that some Passer-by would give What the hands had lost before. Many went by indifferent, Many gave looks of resentment, Those that passed, Tossed into the bowl, Hatred and sorrow, Sarcasm and defeat. Many others held out Frustration and despair, Misery and
