A Different Sound

"Mai yahi ruki hu, jaha mai hamesha se hu"

Lehro ki tarah sangeet beh raha hai

aur mera darshak bheengta hi jaa raha hai

It's all coming together,

the mountains, the birds, the trees,

flowers... swings, earth, wooden doors, bees,

the sounds of these.

chalne do, bas chalne do

let the sounds merge, marry

let sounds rise

be taken over by each other

... dissipate

in awazon ki god mei mujhe

kuch samay ke liye so jaane do

"- dekha jaaye to tumne kab mujhe roka hai

wo to mai hi samay ki gaanth mei fansi,

shaanti ke andhkaar mei band baithi hu"

When the fire speaks

when earth listens

when they mingle

there sprouts a different sound.

A sound so different, that you lay under it.

Shringi

November 25, 2011

Painting by Ethelyn Woodlock.

Kshan

(Hawa ki boondein

mere badan ko choo ke

asmaan mei ghul rahi hai)

ye kya ho raha hai

(ye sab kya ho raha hai)

kshano ke ghunghroo pehan

thirak thirak

mai

aasman ke manch pe

naach rahi hu

kisi tatkar mei tum mere bhitar hote ho

to kisi mudra mei koi aur.

kabhi Ram Ram

to kabhi Raavan

kabhi Krishn Krishn

to kabhi Kans

Kabhi krodh mujhme Shiv ko pata hai

to kabhi karuna mujhme, ek aur Shiv

(Hawa ki boondein

mere badan ko choo ke

asmaan mei ghul rahi hai)

Wo tera hi sparsh hai

jo leke jaa raha hai mujhe

isi aasman mei kahi

jaha ek aur aasman ka sangam hota hai

Aao, mere sang ho lo

hum milkar kuch aisa naache

ki ho jaaye hawa ki wo boond

jo aasman mei ghul jaye

Shringi

November 17, 2011

5 Steps

Spontaneously

Drops of blood fall in a rhythm on the ground

while the eyes express,

a body daggers down the stairs.

Blood swims.

Follows, the weight

of renunciation

the blood will dry

the body shall fall

the body shall fall

Knowledge sinks in the red,

presence succumbs.

The fallen body sheds skin

exposing innocence.

Oh, the spectator,

what shall he be going through

if not pity

if not distress

He claps soon after he cries

witnessing the

conclusion : peace

Shringi

November 14, 2011

In circles, the winds and the leaf

Dancing on instincts,

triggered by a flying leaf,

the wind spins

and swirls in a flurry of thoughts

The leaf is a traveler

and it must return

The wind winds itself in a circle

around whose center shall an old leaf turn

again young

playing

forgetful, innocent

repeating themselves

;

sending the leaf back to its orbit, disturbed

bringing the leaf back to its position, placid.

Shringi
November 14, 2011

Stones

The purple lad worships nude stones

while THE mother throws pebbles at him,

(making him purple all the more)

He folds his hands foolishly

and asks from the stones for a world, religion-free.

Shringi

09 November, 2011

Taken over

A lapse studded with emptiness

Stars hovering its crown

A lapse studded with emptiness

Earth by its foot, carving ground

A lapse studded with emptiness

surrounded by forces of time

A lapse studded with emptiness

stays still, balanced

as the wind of moments takes it down

Shringi

Novemeber 07, 2011

Whispers, Waters

(Soft alarms in the air)

Your whisper

fails to say

but triggers waves in the farthest of oceans

Waves, jump to meet the earth

and collapse in front of it's beauty.

The ponderous earth

returns

, with this your whisper fades,

my eyes forget.

I emit light as

the silk of your absence plays with my skin.

I pray, this light reaches you

through the curtain of your lost whisper

I am forgetful and silent, like the waters are

They roar when you sing

Fall when you sleep

Sway when you are lost

Glitter when you smile

Thicken when you wonder

Emerge when you whisper

The oceans will never be dry.

Shringi

November 05, 2011