Hopes do not grow on trees
Hopes grow on you and me
like blossoms that need
nurturing- - - -
...
Let me be a drop of water
sitting on the edge of a green leaf
complete in itself- -
well-rounded, transparent
...
The skirt she wore is black
with large pink spots
The pink left its dark country
...
I cut my finger while sharpening the pencil.
I must sharpen it.
They sharpen their daggers and swords
to spill unknown blood.
...
Death sanctifies everything.
Eyes are washed by
hot unshed tears
Hearts are wrung with grief
...
Morning breezes
come stealthily
awakening sleeping buds to a new life
scattering fragrance
...
I pluck flowers from the spring-laden
branches
and put them one by one in my
basket
...
You are the river.
I dip my fingers in the rushing water
and know it is not the same river
as Heraclitus had said.
...
Little lamp lights up the little man
and throws his shadow on the wall,
large, enormous, intangible shadow.
He looks at it wondering
...
What keeps our world from collapsing
is this hold your hand has over mine
and my hand holding yours
...
Once words were healers
and I thought all my woes turned into blossoms
under the nectar shower.
Carefully crafted words used to build a radiant
...
I sit on the slope of the bank
and I look at the boat
its half under shivering water
Green weed-filled water fills it
...
I was writing my story,
thinking, I could give it the shape I desired
the twists were fascinating
and the turns mind-boggling!
...
Let my cup be empty
What shall I do with a vessel brimming over?
There is room in it for more.
Empty spaces resound in names
...
I touch the toys that you left on the shelves
and forgot
before leaving home.
They are still there and I run my fingers over them
...
Who can drain the blue from the sky
and the brilliance from its boundless freedom
and freedom from the life of the spirit?
...
What are you looking at
sitting by the grassy marge
with eyes that have lost their lustre?
(Eyes which you cleverly used to make and unmake so many worlds) .
...
MA [English], M.A. [Linguistics], P.G.D.L., Ph.D)
Hopes
Hopes do not grow on trees
Hopes grow on you and me
like blossoms that need
nurturing- - - -
Bathe them in nectar
Give them respect
love and care- - -
Oh,
they will wither
and the aridity
shall rebound on you (and me)
surround and suffocate
your spirit.
- - - Sharad Rajimwale, Jodhpur, India