Friday, March 21, 2008

They said when you appear

They said when you appear,
the flowers quiver with grace.
Streams make twice the sound
of gurgling; wind triples its pace.
I had never met you. I sought to test;
invited you to my garden. You came.
I saw what they had said was true.
You came with the force of deja vu.
But no unrest among petals; water
gurgled just the same. Of the little
wind which blew, some remained.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

My friends and I look at him

My friends and I look at him.

They find him regular. Sitting
in the shade. Sipping tea
or coffee. Reading a book.

Does it elude their eyes that dancing
around the boy are a host of yellow butterflies?

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

मैं दो कदम चला करीब जाने के लिए

मैं दो कदम चला करीब जाने के लिए।
उसने कहा दो कदम और मुझ तक आने के लिए।
मैं दो और चला; उसने फिर वही कहा।

I took two steps and nearer came.
He said take two more to reach me.
I took two more; he said the same.

Saturday, March 1, 2008

You alleged of your absence in my poetry

You alleged of your absence in my poetry.
Not a sentence, you said, for you. Not a word or two.

Did you not mark those turns
in my lines where the sense alters?
You were present where
one meaning falters into another.
Where a word spurns
another. You were in the pauses
where I halted for breath. Perched
at the edge of consternation.
Between unrelated things and phrases
you stood. You were punctuation.
The latter remembered the former
by you. The words were warmer
by you. Sometimes you were the comma.