A Peep

And heavily, once,
he lifted his eyelids

The map in front of him
was in flames
So were his senses

He slept
in the lap of time
In his mind,
he undressed

Thirsty
for a glass of moonlight,
with his eyes closed
he asked me to look into him
I did.
He was overflowing with what he yearned

There was fervor
there was shine
there were bruises
and there was him.

Shringi
29 April, 2011

It is dark

Where there will be stars

In a forest of silhouettes,

A black owl sings a song,

every night

She cries when she finishes -

flies off her branch

The silhouettes stand still, silent

watch her go

The sky has surrendered to the night

together the sky, the owl and the silhouettes

look further

where there will be stars

24 April 2011

Shringi

Vibrancy

Come to my abyss,

fuse.

You are the sound

you are intently listening to.

Carve your mien

in my groove,

in my groove

delve.

These are cautiously pleated waves

of us, of you.

Shall we?

as we resonate.

Shringi

April 20, 2011

To the very vast

Shallow be the river I swim

Shallow be my direction

Of little depth be my mind

Of little depth its origination

I walk

to the only horizon I see

I swim

to the only island

I think would take me to it

My hair now touches the surface

of the sea,

my eyes are a constant spectator

of my own reflection.

Into the very deep

to the very vast

shallow - I proceed.

Shringi

19 April 2011

Currents

Cutting sharp through

lightless stones

of the only hill she knows

Cold

having memories

she runs quick

through paths unknown

Can you follow?

Can you stay, and watch?

Do you know what thoughts in real are like?

when they run wild,

when they are slow.

A small stream of water

running down a stolid hill

knowing less of her intention

;of currents - thoughts.

She carves a way of her own

and then another.

In wild excess

she happens to be one of us.

Shringi

19 April, 2011

Of times

In a faraway place

where the trees were yellow

I heard the story of a lonesome leaf

from a crooked brook

She talked of its worries

its longing

its fading colors

its days of distress

While I looked blankly at the brook

she never blinked

The story ended

Night fell in place

I took a step towards the lonely yellow leaf

The leaf turned red.

Shringi

April 18, 2011