A selection of some of my poems. Let
me know what you think of them. Send
me an email Srini

On Friendship.....

as the photographs fade away,
as the foot-prints are washed away,
legends, now only spoken of or
whishpered in hushed voices
come alive in my memory
at the street corners, in local
restaurants, in dimly lit bars and
unused trails and at concrete
basketball courts and weekend
cricket games.

just like my friends, my memories
lie scattered by winds of change
i shall find these pieces Now, not
in the past or in the future. for when
i blot out my self and my ego, the
only sound i can hear is laughter Now,
tears Now and all the colors of rainbow
in between. along this river called life
how can i ever forget the banks and
shores with whom i shared my sorrows
and my incredible stories of laughter.
am i not the river Now at every point
of my existence?

if the lines above answer my question
so be it. as a meandering river i'm
bound to change direction and i hope
so will my answers.
writing Now, remembering Now
: i, we, us and them...just beings
....just beings....just being....

On The Need to Communicate....

i want to and i would like to....

how many bridges need to be burned....
vacant empty laughter that emanates....
from a very hollow yet pregnant silence
which pervades the spoken word....

how many hands need to be turned...
away...from each other as we face other....
so we ask why face each other....
let us cower in our minds....
yet...let us gloat in our physical bodies....

how many smiles need to be spurned....
what is it that the roses do not trust?
the sharpness of the thorns or the
softness of their petals.....
what is it that the thorns are afraid of?
the fragility of the roses or the
piercing edge of themselves.....
who is doubting whom between the two....

how many corners need to be turned?
to come back to no where
from every where....
enough said....

i want to and i would like to....