Loneliness

and when you called out to me
across the grey emptiness,
my heart lunged to meet you
and hold you as I would
a bird with a broken wing,
not knowing that your cry
was not of tears
wanting to be held,
but a call from the heavens,
revealing the face of God
on the other side
of the grey and the black.

Winter

Winter is here -
barren trees
with nothing
to give
but of their
emptiness.
Silence.
Stillness.
And their
stark presence.

They look to
the distant sun
that seems to have
forgotten
its cloak
of warmth and light.

Huddled close
in starched white sheets,
no respite
from the pain
that stings their marrow;
frozen into nothingness -
sombre sentinels,
tired of being alive.

The wait is long;
loneliness gnaws
her way in
to their spirit,
which knows
that spring
is just round
the corner,
if only they can
hang in there
and rest
in their waiting...

Solitude

a lonely mountain
has no place
she can go,
no way
to move around,
no one
to call her own;
her eyes
upon the valley,
growing,
glowing
in her folds,
her heart
in the gushing river
dancing and
wandering forth;
her strength
lies in her
stillness,
being herself,
and alone;
waiting
for her friends -
the pilgrims,
the clouds,
the mist, and
the song birds.

जब तुम नहीं होते

जब तुम नहीं होते
मन बावरा
तुझे ढूँढ़ता है -
खिलते हुए फूलों में,
बिखरे हुए मेघों में -
बेरस, बेरंग,
बेबस, बेशब्द;
सपनों के एक
छोटी सी लहर में
खो जाता है,
मन का राग
फिरसे जनम लेता है,
जब तुम नहीं होते