The truth of a lie

I wanted to hide a truth.
I told a lie.
No one thought it was true.
I know I have hidden my truth.
Like the green leaves in daylight,
Everyone knew I hid something,
But no one dared to ask,
For they knew it was a lie.
One day I revealed the green.
They called it yellow.
My heart was broken.
I flew down the tree,
I thought I would be a lie again,
That I would fly like a bird.
But I am the truth,
I was just a fallen leaf.

Our bodies.....

Our bodies can’t be,
What our mind can do apart.
It is always away, far and wild,
Perhaps in the snowy woods that captured a billion water drops;
Innocent them, I know, the fate of being locked in an ice cube.
Once I waited, till it melted to the volume of your drink,
Then I knew freedom is being among.
As many invidious molecules of his drink,
I drank past his apple throat.
But we need each other,
I can’t let me off the enzymes of your bowel.
Neither can I live out of your shit, sweat and urine.
I am wretched, as any water can be.
I know my soul doesn’t matter.
I have to flow,
And we are together.
Our bodies are one.

Counting on me.....

I am into the world much the same,
The damages done the same,
The world within me too the same,
A wonder is what remains till the end.
I tried to be a wonder,
I remained till the end,
Then I asked who will remain,
I thought no one would remain.
I tried to laugh.
If there is some other way to express my grief,
I would have cried.
To the flower that woke up last from the bud,
I asked why you are late.
It said I am on time; only you counted me later.
I thought it tried to stay for ever.
The tree has to fall if it was to be, I reasoned.
But when the tree fell, the flower no one thought about.

Hide and seek.....

The truth of life is in the lies untold,
Folding and heaving into the shatters of minute formations of love.
Like long lost raindrops into the ocean of despair,
Each moment of past is struggling in the scrape of mind.
Where to go and where to hide?
It’s a question of tumult formulations,
Like the decoction from plants of heaven,
Untold for the human foray into the causes of despair,
As ever and scrupulous; where lies are life,
For always because, hideous is the quest for truth.
In that silence where I ride my boat without a compass,
In that loneliness where I search for an island,
In that darkness where I imagine a beam out on search for life,
And here I know I keep traveling,
Into the lies and within lies,
At the least knowing if this is also a lie,
Perhaps till I find a truth to rest,
A love to decide,
And hang for ever, the head that keeps me thinking.