Masks!

I see them all -
ageing cells that need the den,
growing pain that must be silenced,
strong opinions that are to be held within,
violent views that are gulped down,
fiery frowns underneath neat smiles,

behind mankind's newest invention
for a safe, prosperous, wealthy life -

those
masks

- that help you survive
and kill you
at the same time.

Anonymous...

That little drop
trickling down the pipe
as you wash off
some of your soiled utensils
has a story
which will
unfold
--------if poisonous,
--------when it contaminates its surroundings
and be left
untold
--------if it treads harmlessly
--------blending itself with whats around;
I see
that stories
can leave a trail,
can speak of something or nothing,
can either contaminate or blend,
by choice
best
when left
anonymous.

Telepathy

A little whisper
around me
springs,
a wild fantasy

like jumping off a cliff into water
or
climbing up an unknown mountain in the countryside
and
I walk up to my kitchen table
to
gulp down some cold water
before
I take a deep breath, pacify my overflowing 'energies' and yearn
for
those kind words, that chatter-y tone
from
an 'old' someone
who
in his fatherly voice today

called me vivacious! :P

I hope...

Its a common affirmation,
this one,
that I hope,
for something to culminate
from withered leaves in the backyard
and settled years of know-how,
a few memoirs in place somewhere
and some dreams that sit, cuddled in the realms of my timeline.

some words scattered around the physical world
breach barriers of distance, time and space
and reach my abode, thanks to technology.

and
i soak myself in these words,
i watch my expanding soul,
i listen to the tinkering sound of resonance,
as i see
those withered leaves in the backyard
and settled years of know-how
those memoirs in place somewhere
and those dreams that sit, cuddled in the realms of my timeline
gaining life
in that affirmation
called
hope.

PS - Abhi...mujh mey kahin...baaki thodi si hai zindagi...:)