An ornamental lapse

Say a little nothing

and wait for me to beam

There are bouquets of whims

to be bought

There are silhouettes of our conjunction

to be sketched out

I need some time to decorate this interval

There shall be iridescence when you turn around

An ornamental lapse will make me understand

the story of your silent sound

Shringi

30 November 2010

A glimpse of MeeraBai's love for Krisna.

Under a Mango Tree

On my journey onwards

I met a colossal mango tree

With a tired body and searching eyes

I stopped to break from my ironic spree

The tree stood silent

as I shacked in its shelter

and closed my eyes, welcoming peace

I don't reckon when it pushed me into an ocean

that birthed void waves

that sparked blank reflections

I like to think that on my wet mud

the tree then shed a few seeds

my searching eyes soon were placid

my journey for some unsung reason

had abruptly found its degage end

I no more needed to travel with time

for time too was to be set free

This was when I built my home

Under a giant mango tree

Shringi

20 November 2010

Behind a myriad stars

When on a thoughtless flight
I effortlessly met the infinite
where you and I
were inseparable
where I and you
were sheer semblances of delight

When I stood
behind a myriad stars
gaping purblind at the distant me
when I lost the threads of cognition
where time and I became unity

When I traveled far
in my mind's mirage
savoring the journey of allness
when I inhaled the insipid absolute
where I acknowledged my absence

Shringi
19 November 2010

Talaash

Ek taraf
hai junglee hawa
aur doosri ore thehra aasmaan
insaan ki samajh ke pare hai
dharti ka kolahal
brahmand ka ekanta
jhanjhato me lipta aadmi
aur uske bheetar hi chipi uski ekagrata
mera kirdaar bhi hai isi jungle ka koi junglee janwar
magar - ek darshak
brahamand ki shanti ko dekh bhaybheet, ekantmay
aur dharti ke kalakriti mei ghira, anjaan
us sagar ka kewal ek boond
aur usi sagar ka daayra
mera kirdaar bhi har doosre ki tarah naraaz aur chanchal hai
vyom mei tairkar; kar raha hai vyom ki talaash


Shringi
12 Novemeber 2010

Prophecy?

kuch kaagaz ke patto pe
jadi hai kahani zindagi ki
ab in bikhare patto ko kisi kadi ka mohtaj hona kya zaroori hai
inhe khelne do, hawa ke pehlu mei

ye mai hu
aur wo bhi mai
na koi chor, na ant
na koi umang, aur na hi koi thikana
ek bikhra patta
apne kal se azaad

kuch patte to hamesha se akele the
aur kuch ke saathi the - phool - jo kaato se bekhabar khilkhilate
in patto ko phoolo se bichare kai din ho gaye
par aaj bhi ye unka gandh liye ghoomte hai

Shringi
10 November 2010

The festival of lights

When darkness and light circled around each other
When we could see who we were irrespective of what we reflected
When the light lying low started to murmur
When night took over the final blur


It was the festival of lights

When we knew that there was no beginning
and there will never be an end
That moments will continue to multiply
and shrink to an instant
...

This festival of lights was not about light
It was about its span, its dimension.

Shringi
07, November, 2010