Saturday, 12 February 2011
gripped my very fingers
that were helped to trace letters – numbers.
My attempts of stabilising
spoonful of Holy water
dry eyes with drizzle
I seek to reach-
the hand that held mine
stabilising my wavering steps
to peel those footsteps
one by one
culminate in piled up pathos.
that stretches from
your being around
erodes my existence.
How do I revere?
Merely I stand, shocked and still
there’s trembling within
A pang of penetrating loss
wanders in heart!
… Your presence in flight of a white dove
light as crystalline drops floating from skies above
And the emergent empyrean scent
sketches that loving face and smiles silent
I sense you, on lonely days
With us… as always.
Translated from original Gujarati Poem
Thursday, 10 February 2011
Yearning for the ripple, praying it’s you
when I jolt with a start which quickens my heart
‘open message’ I choose
in tiny blank print to a delicious exchange
‘you’re my life’s breath, never to lose’
I smile and quieten holding close to my skin,
‘save message’ to relish and over again
2 February 2010