We are mind readers. Does that intrigue you?
Maybe I can read your mind
Maybe you are thinking what I want you to
Maybe I’m saying what you want me to
It’s a game nevertheless
Just don’t know who’s playing who
Me and you?
Or life with itself
With us, two pawns
Figments of each other’s imagination
You know and I know
It’s always good to talk to you
And hear you speak my thoughts before I think them
“Do you remember?” he asked.I was silent for a long moment.“Okay, I understand” he said and he walked away. And I was standing on the dark, shiny wet roadSpotted by the reflection of the street lampsThinking, “Do you really?” Do I remember? When I hug someoneMy arms seems to move…
“Goddess” — A Navratri poem opening at Poetry Couture’s Poetic Adda Poetry Couture invited me to a feature performer at their Poetic Adda event yesterday. I’d been working on a special piece around Navratri so I chose to open it here. I had originally planned for this to be accompanied by music…
One by one, each one left. Some edged out sidewaysA few had the grace to look sorryAnd others shuffled their feet and looked about nervouslyBefore slipping out when they thought they weren’t being watchedSeveral melted away into the dark world of forgetting and being forgotten But you just opened the…
Lovely play of words!!
As real as each other, we clash,
It’s not our words or any thought,
It’s not a talk-war that we lash,
It’s an unprovoked game we both sought.
You breathe the fire that I light,
Love-mark each other with embraced love,
Horns locked tight as we mock-fight,
Burning heaven sends us its Peace dove.
Its amazing how they do that, isnt it? To read thru the masquerade that we think we have mastered..
🙂
..Me
hmmm.. too complicated for me! 🙂
There are times when I have felt that I am a pawn running like a guinea pig in someones grand expt.
Always thought that am the only one crazy enough to think along these lines.
But it would be “really” disturbing to know that the puppet master is someone driving on the next lane.