will wait
for you
till the turn of the season
when rivers
have just begun to get full,
their thirst quelled
by generous rains
that will soon move on further north.

if like the river,
you too want to be nourished,
your thirst quelled
with a thousand touches
all coming together at once.

I will time my jump off the cloud
to the moment
when your space on earth
is right under the crosshairs.

You have to be patient,
and not move too much.
Do not get distracted
by the laughter of the caterpillar,
or the scream of earthworms
as they rush out of their burrows.
Whatever happens, do not move.
Else I won’t catch you,
even with my eagle eye.

Once I have landed,
I will wait.
Like raindrops wait
to fall off the eaves of mud houses into the ground,
so I will wait to seep into you,
and consume you.

But I will wait only till time permits me,
until the wind and the cloud
succumb to the red hot fury of the sun,
and choose to escape,
until the frogs disappear
to wherever they do
to hibernate
or perhaps to preserve
the touch of water on their skin.

Then I will wait no longer,
for like the rain,
I will have places to go too.

Back to the 100 Days of Happy Poems challenge. Poem 7.



When she’s gone,
He stands in the street that runs outside his home
And searches for his face
In the eyes of the crowd.
The wind is still, fettered perhaps
while leaves look for echoes in the silence of afternoons.

And as he walks,
He leaves behind alternate selves,
Some dropped near his footmarks on the beach,
Some at the coffee table,
Some at the watering hole
While the band plays a song it assembled yesterday.

Love is a four letter word, he thinks,
It does not take much space.
Space that is fluid,
A week ago it was a sea.
Since then it has flown to form a wall.
The vacuum expands,
One breath at a time.


Her hand holds the edge of the wind
While she walks, the roses sniff the air
And pray for a drop of her eyes to stay back,
Just a little, not forever,
After all, for how long can a rivulet flowing downhill be held back?

It’s feared the sun may forget to sink into the horizon
As it finds itself enmeshed in her tresses,
A speck of time lingers with patience
Hoping to catch the shadow of her,
And keep it locked away.

Who knows?
Tomorrow may come wrapped in a blue,
Paler or brighter,
Obscuring the splendour of today.

In my dreams

In my dreams, I’ve seen you
pick pebbles from the shores we’ve walked;
And with your frail arms you’ve aimed
those little stones at the stars.

In my dreams, I’ve seen you,
running around a baffled sun,
tying a ribbon around its yellow girth
in the envious silence
of a million other celestial beacons.

In my dreams, I’ve heard you
teach children the melody of the universe;
Their buck-toothed laughter wrapped
in your dog-toothed smile,
Their faces glistening in your eyes.

In my dreams, I heard you
talk to strangers and flowers.
I saw you listen to friends and stones,
and soon,
shades of darkness died
in the colour of morning.

In my dreams, I ran with you on the shore,
Wet sands between naked toes,
The wind could not keep pace with us,
so we stopped and lay down.
And as the waves drew near,
I could hear three sounds resonate,
The breath of you, me and the sea.