when we thought of becoming statisticians...

class of 1984

caught red handed...convict of 1980

A new ray

I am a mere
of my mere past,
my mere present,
and the furure that begins
with the mere next moment
of mere life,
that is a mere of my breath

a mere,
that hides faces,
of mere dreams,
of mere cut apart
pieces of mere dreams.
mere they are
that live...mere..
like her mere heart,
her mere dreams,

mere her
what she knows
what she holds
is mere nothing
empty fragments
folded parchments
of meres lines
not of ink
but mere time

and she if was a resurrector
was just mere...nothing
with
merely a heart,
mere dreams,
and every moment on
she is more mere...

her mere story
of her mere heart
now he knows
is just mere...nothing
no love
no hate
no sweetness

only mere feelings
that dont touch her
only a mere past
that brings mere nothing
and she knows
merely she passed
being just a mere...
love that was thought
for a day was... mere

a dusty past
bending over
to merely force
nothing else
but a mere a day
a mere night
that merely brought her here
and mixed up
like mere..salt and pepper

Holding me

Some bleak light, u saw in your dreams...
Some faded walls...painted bright

Some sweet music..

only a wall in between

Never melt my friend
Never be cold
This is me...ice
ake warmth that summer stole
see the light once more
do not hold...
cry tonight
cry like a man
cry like a child...
let ice flow in warm tears...
let a shining ray...
hold my hand friend...take my shoulder
let me the man for you ....kiss ur forehead..
and then like a child sleep
wake to a new morning
walk away

to a beautiful dream
a gift i wove in the dark
while u slept.....

another string
another blaze...

together we sought and bought....

Eye of a dreamer

If i could sing a song to time...
and tap my feet
while u watch....
would time be mine
would it tell of my eyes
and what it lies
to my own heart
to the air
in which the stars burnt
so many they fell
who knows
whose feet they kissed...
how their hearts on fire
could no more lie
of a eye
that watched


That was the last night at my apartment in ahmedabad. amresh had come to talk for sometime. like the first time we ever talked...on the terrace of my apartment...this was the last time we were talking.
and they fell from the sky...stars they are called...not one not two..but dozens i guess....

Where.....

My memories....

a bundle of nothing..

mixed up

a pebble in the water u throw

ripples memories,

then all is quiet

did u not see

the pebble now lies underneath

a part of the waters, untraceable
how will you know which you hunt

how will u know what u touched

how shall it tell , let go

dont hold on , dont search

memories move faster than time

traces of them at every milestone

before u reach the next.

happy are the times between

the air sweet and crisp

why think

they have to come

make us cry

but again a goodbye

a begining new

mother of four.....my kelti