HELD BY A PROMISE

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(INSPIRED by indrani ” Lovely captures. I liked the pupas, they hold a promise! )

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i HOLD FOR I AM HELD

INVISIBILITY BLINDS,

CONFINES, UH ..

WHAT AM I

WHY MY LINGERING BREATH

OF LIFE,

WHO ELSE KNOWS

WITHIN THIS CRUSHING,

A KNOWLEDGE GROWS,

I HOLD ON

TO WHAT HOLDS.

WHAT HOLDS.

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LYRIX & LIFE

..like Hope

undying,

as long as there are humans, there will be-

hope, wars,and fires.

And prayers,

from the womb of the earth,They rise, like smoke…

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When Mountains Move

LYRIX & LIFE

English: Category:Mountains of Uttarakhand

When rain falls,

when rivers rise,

when skies blaze and-

clouds burst;

when suns scorch,  and earths-

quake, then I know with you,

I too know, these are not just signs of crime,

Trisul from Gwaldam

or mountain gods’ ire,

these are the times we know we too will die,

these are the times we  know, for now we are-

alive. And things more than visible, invade…

conquer the Eye, dear heavens – things more than

invisible,transport/ rescue our Eye.

our Eye.

Woman from Than Gaon in Uttarakhand with two g...

( break gently to my eyes  :  sometimes I cannot take too much reality. Rather just watch a movie about nice things, dear God why is  it a time tested non-myth : Pain always gets across, what years of wisdom cannot ; please someone change that news channel, re – write this Uttarakhand tragedy. It involves too  many lives, and villages, our favourite mountains and rivers, and one daren’t…

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Silence of the Sun

 

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Inspired by my son

I’ve said this before, over and over

You’re like the silence of the sun

the wind I cannot see,

fire I daren’t touch,

 

I’ve said this before but more

now, hemmed with the dark light

Your silence is the noise I hide

in the belly of my prayers,

Your Fiery Tempest

Your Desert Streams fill my eyes,

as if I were Your Temple

as if I

were Your dusk and dawn,

I leave my puny request,

 

I stare at the the way You are

like the Silence

of the sun.

 

….

 

Spirit of Lighthouse

 

Not just that I grew up with you my entire life

but that the Light never leaves my shore

and that the Light breathes into me, fire.

Not that I could run from You or hide, my iris could never survive

the dark, its raw spit in the rock crevice of

the bones of my soul-

my Friend Holy Lighthouse spearing the night with dawn forever

as if I were but one little ship to harbour, as if the shadow of You were

my fragility, as if the shadow of me were Your Tower of Refuge,

some call You God, and Light of the World, for me You’ll always be

my eternal House of Defence, my House of Light

 

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The Ultimate sin

 

The ultimate sin is not that we were afraid

but that we didn’t care.

 

Tears finally fall not for the dead,

but for the Indifferent.

 

Lyrix&Life

 

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Just these two words?

gray pendant lights on ceilingThis one time my words fell upwards,

it broke the ceiling

it scared lesser lights

 

this one time I did not ‘pray,’

just sat there saying ‘Thank you.’

and it fell upwards,

as if gravity did not exist. how can I pray again the

way they ask me to?

as if this heart were a cathedral, as if I didn’t need anything else

just these two words…