Saturday Sundowner - Tears

Tears are not a sign of weakness. They are all about acceptance, the bursting knowledge that pain is here to stay, so is sadness and all the swallows (of life) like joy. They are rivers of nonconformity; to the idea of illusionary happiness, shame, the idea that life is to be always happy amidst the tattle of everyday exigencies & a race towards pretense.

Tears are a rebellion against this very idea of utopia. Tears break this mirage, and help us let us be who we are beneath, take us towards feeling, towards peace.

We cry not because we are broken, but to mend. Crying a sign of strength, of how we make sense of loss, joy and this ephemeral life. All the mountains, rivers, trees cry - cry when the seasons change, when the flowers don't bloom, when rivers go dry, they go through these seasons - though we can’t see, but they quietly cry.

Crying is like praying, our private communion with god. We cry sometimes alone and at times with someone who knows our sadness like no one else can. And a moment like this gets etched in to the cosmos like a twinkling star.

It is an act of forgiveness. Forgiving yourself and the whole universe – an act of cleansing the soul, and soothing the heart

Tears open us up to the promise of another spring, they give us the belief that we will be alright, and tears are the proof that we are alive.

PS: Rain has just hit the city, but not quite yet, as i write this. Season of tears for heavens i guess..!!

The Hunger River

There's a river that flows

Between you and me

And the river it bends right

Into the sea

All the words that we spoke

Become seafoam

Buried in the sand 

No one else could read

River

The Hungry river

There's a river

A Hungry river

And all the little fish

That live inside the sea

Know all the secrets we share

Talk about you and me

The stars that shine

Are our eyes in the dark

When the river turns blind

As it tries to break free

River

The Hungry river

There's a river

A Hungry river..

Breathe......

Dreamers

There's no beginning
And there is no ending
For the love that reins
In our hearts

At times it is broken
Sometimes it's mending
We are together
Although we are far

Cause we are lovers
We are dreamers
And there's a river
That flows within us

When silent desires
Take shape of shadows
We strain darkness
of the night with our eyes

And there's no defeat
In the way that we're loving
We are two broken pieces
of a single star

Cause we are lovers
We are dreamers
And there's this river
That flows between us...

Sleepwalking

Are you talking to yourself
In your dream
Or are you walking half awake
In your sleep
Do you wake up every morning
All alone

Now I am wonder where you are
And I am wonder what you do
You are a star who’s shining bright
Though the Sun is shining through
Though pretences never cease
Never put your mind at peace
They are always troubling you

Are you walking all alone
On the street
With no place left to go
You retreat
Do you sit there on a ledge
With your phone

Are wondering what to do
With the thoughts that are in your head
Do the words they pass you by
All the words that I’ve said
The distances never cease
Never put your heart at peace
They are always trawling you

Sleepwalking through...
Sleepwalking through....
Sleepwalking with you.....

What I feel for you

What i feel for you
Is what the sky feels for the sun
Even if it singes
But who else could
Paint the sky such shades of gold
Light it up with such desire

Absences

The yellow Sun you left behind
has turned crimson. Now i make love
to your absences. I scourge the wind
cause it doesn't bring your
Words to me. And your voice
is an absence, not even an echo.

The moon has come to my rescue
the same moon that climbed up
over Devlali, lighting our path
on the way to the river which
flowed behind our house
that night is an absence
Now i am left with moontide.

And i drown in these absences
Like darkness of the night
Which can only hold light
Just enough to see.Those stars
are all absent, the same stars
That lit up Pondicherry that night
In your embrace is absent.

Same city which was called
another name.
Another city with two names
Those cities are lost
Absent like you and me.

Untitiled

I write a poem to send you
Look how they pile up
on my bed. Each one for a day
I have not whispered 'I love you'
over the phone. My voice now

drowned in the din
of the ceaseless rain outside.