The drop of water...

I lie on the stones
Dying
The eagles circle around in the cloudless sky
With stones in their claws
Ready to drop
On my soul
Crunching my death with the final blow
Within the cage of five senses
I wait for death

A traveler passes by
And I ask him
To stop me
From drying up
I have lost my love
My will to fight
The overhead circling death and harsh sun
And...
He asks me “how can he stop me from drying up"
In this harsh heat of hate and lost love
Even the cold earth is no longer cold
Baked up sand, and wilted love
Form the fabric of my deathbed

The stone leaves the eagles claw
Moves to meet me in the heart
I raise myself a little more
Trying to meet half way
The Hell of pain
To liberating soul
And it misses me altogether
And in the mist tears
And of churned up dust
A voice reverberates
“Take the drop of water to the sea of love
To keep it from drying up"

The love can only survive
In sea of love
In the arms of lover
In the heat of love
Love survives in the purity of love
In the hearts of soul
Who belongs to one


Om Namah Shivaya
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The unfolding of another story...

This one I wrote in one of the nicest beach of Kerala, Kovalam some time back. While watching the sun go down, one of the terrace restaurant, I saw an old foreigner sitting across watching a young girl on another table full of joy and vivaciousness... here it Goes.

The unfolding of another story....

She sits across
With eyes moist with sun in her eyes
A fresh face
Old memories
A tug of war
between life's triumphs
And lost battles
How life exchanges moments
Silently between them
A young story
An old memories
The sun sets over
One shore
On the other side
Its a new sunrise.

Om Namah Shivaya
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