Silence

Silence is golden
Tell me
Do you fear silence?
Do you love this silence?
Does this silence show you colors
Golden? Red? Violet?
What is the color of this silence?
A silence of hope
Remaining silent
for tomorrow
A silence that repels
A silence for remembrance
A silence for the lost
A silence of fear
to go the same way again
A silence of death
A silence that is not silent
Neither won nor lost
But is eternal
A silence that is heard
A silence that brings peace
Happiness, comfort
The silence of love
Silent answers, silent prayers

May 12, 2005

Hunter/Hunted

The hunter doesn’t
Have a face
He is everyman

Brutal
Beware! His spears
May come for you

When you least
Expect it
You shall be
Pierced
Torn apart
But not killed

Pain
You shall be asked
To bear with “nobility
dignity, humility”

Tomorrow
You shall be
Asked
To take up the
Spear
‘Do the job’

Quick and clean
Not a drop of
Blood
No stains
No scars
Only a memory

Something that was
Once alive
Once inspired
Once eulogized

This is your destiny
Bear it in mind.

19/01/2005

How Close I have Come to your Love

How close I have come to your lips
How close I have come to your words
How close I have come to your dreams
How close I have come to your heart
How close I have come to your love

How I needed your love
How I shared your heartbeat
How I chased your dreams
How I listened to your words

But I never kissed your lips

Your lips, your words, your dreams, your heartbeat were all for someone else, not me.

But your love…

Maybe a little of it…somewhere deep under…under lock and key…sometimes when you were hurt… sometimes when you cried…maybe when you laughed somewhere...sometime…maybe



May 12, 2006

Divine Arrows

Divine arrows converge
To reach its aim
Arrows that were made
Before the world was formed
Arrows that were sent
Long before you were born
Arrows that shall
Come to you, touch you, pierce you

May 9, 2002

A Journey

We are traveling through the heart of India. Through it vast plains, through its mountain ranges, through its green fields and forests and ravines. Through its sand dunes and barren landscapes. Through its villages and slums, through its towns and metropolitan cities. A travel through the length and breadth of India is a travel through time, a travel into eternity. The ultimate travel (and land) of paradoxes. Indeed even as we are in the train we whiz through stations and inexplicably slow down and stop in the middle of nowhere.

There are hundreds of people in this train. All of them strangers to me as well to each other, yet now one big family. All of them maybe headed to the same place, and like myself, knowing not what awaits them there – a destiny to be fulfilled.

As we pass through farms and wastelands I noticed a recurring feature. Isolated tombs – Yes, graves – with all kinds of religious markings. Some of them close to the edges of fields, some of them lying close to the railway tracks, surrounded by wilderness. Sometimes two or three of them maybe found together, but mostly alone. They are all similar, built with bricks, plastered and painted – white, blue, green. Whose tombs are these? They have all been well built and then abandoned. Why are they here? Maybe they belonged to workers who came from far off to work here in the fields, who having given their blood and sweat, gave their lives as well to the land they tilled. Maybe a compassionate land owner gave a little bit of his land to bury them. Maybe their co-workers gave them an honorable burial.

The tombs maybe of wandering ascetics who had traveled all over India and died here. People buried them close to railway tracks so every man traveling will see them and be reminded of an inevitable journey.

Again these tombs may contain nomads, shepherds (buffalo-herds?), ostracized people and most probably people who lived and toiled all their lives but could not own six feet of land. Now the stone, the cross and the crescent are together – in their abandonment and isolation – alike in sunshine and rain, drought and flood.

When you pass this way again look out for them, for they are showing you a way. Listen to them, for they are giving you a message.

15/07/2006