I exist therefore I am
I am therefore I exist
I am the means
and the end
I think
so I do
I do
so I think
I stand
so I believe
I believe
so I stand
I reason
to be
not to be
I protest
for Justice
That is blind
I am free
but chained
by law
But the law exists
to free the chains
what is Right
is also Left of Right
But Right is not wrong
so Left is definitely wrong
History stares at me
Full of tales
From different eras
From different perspectives
A walk
Back in Time
To re-build the Time
To know the present
To shape the future
That’s what Astronomers
Do as well
Look back in Time
To connect the cause
and the effect
In a chaos that reigns
There she lay
In a lonely grave
By the Brook
Unseen and unknown
Till a lonely shepherd
Stumbled upon her
And found her tale
A glorious tale of
Love and loss
Of a royal Princess
The most beautiful
Tormented soul
Soon the stories
Were made
And unmade
Shepherd loved
The dead dame
And his fame
He tended to
The tomb
Soon lovers came
To be blessed
By the cursed Princess
Little did anyone know
Six feet under
Was a sad refugee
Who had lived,
In pain,
Loved,
And died in vain
Little did she know
Her death will give
Her a life, care
And a fame
And not far away
In the grand Cemetery
In an unmarked grave
Was the real Princess
Finally dethroned by Time
They both stood vigil
Just like lovers
With surgical precision
Lines were drawn
And lives got thrown
Into disarray
One thought Nation did not belong to them
Other was too young and weak to claim or protect
The two great lovers
Stood and watched
As a Nation got ripped into two
And precious lives ebbed away
No one realised
It was the very idea of love and freedom
They had aborted that day
As the Nation bled
Along with lives
Homes
Identities
Peace
Love
Humanity
All was lost
And alleged lovers stood vigil
Arrogantly announcing
Their Nation’s tryst with destiny!!
They tell me I don’t belong
To this part of the land
Under this part of the sky
On this shore
They tell me move back
But I came here
When they told me
I don’t belong there
I was a refugee then
An illegal immigrant now
How many names will you give
To your own creations?
The divide that you created
The line that fractured the land
Into here and there
Us and them
You and me
I will go away…
History will repeat
I will move on
Move back
Move away
But when will you learn?
The Earth, Sea and Sky have no boundaries
Your mind has made it all up!
The imbecile mind
Which is addicted to war games!
I will outlive your games
Tomorrow you will celebrate my survival
You will share it million times
Just like war
You are addicted to stories
To social media
To internet
Between the persecution
And celebration
Millions will disappear
Lives will be lost
Many changed forever!
In this world of imbeciles
I’d rather be an immigrant!
I’d rather not belong!
Your riches
Will be forever indebted to my poverty!
Engulfed by the light
Blinded
By own luminous being
Unable to see or feel
How others feel…
An era of knowledge
Bereft of Wisdom
Desensitized
Sensitivity reigns
A world
where refugee children
Face trials
Four year olds
Die smothered with lust
Hope is a lost cause
Let darkness descend
Light has led us nowhere
Maybe answers we seek
Lie in darkness
Let there be dark
And quiet healing
While emerging from the dark
Maybe we will learn to behold Beauty
And the Truth yet again!
A realm of nostalgia
And melancholia
Lost in Time
And Space
Etched in memory
Laughter
Joys
Despair
A hearty meal
A good sleep
Warm cuddle
Siesta story
Playful kittens
Chasing their own tails
Naughty childhood
Trees in backyard
To climb and hide
And a bicycle to ride
Lost in space
And Time
A home
Unreachable
Home
Canvas of history
Forever painted in red
Shows us the right mirror
Mankind has never been kind
Battle after battle
Peace has been butchered
Yet we dream and hope white dove
Will save us
Love will bail humanity
Even in garb of peace
We know to fight our
Cold wars
Power wars
Without weapons
Even between you and me
We identify the Other
To keep the fight on
We need victims
To feel the power
Even if we don’t butcher
We bully in good humor
To eliminate the Other
Upmanship may drown us
Yet we steer our ships with pride
Towards annihilation and regret
Metaphorical Phoenix
Rises from the ashes
But we keep the embers burning
To start the next war
With every hope demolished
Love turns into a refugee
Brokenness
Sometimes I wonder,
Is it the brokenness
which holds the world together?
a crack that still holds parts?
Is it the brokenness that
unveils the Whole?
The imagined whole –
That never will be or
Maybe never was…
Even if the cracks give away –
Can broken pieces be
whole parts in themselves?
Or maybe broken parts
Will create a kaleidoscope
Sometimes I wonder
Is it the brokenness
that holds the world together?
What purpose does the Whole serve?
The Whole which excludes,
smugly nestled in itself
Till a crack breaks the egoistic shell
The Whole will never be a whole
Sometimes I wonder,
Is it the brokenness that
holds the world together?
Borders divide land and humans
But yet, when challenged
The humanity that rises,
Is often more than the sum
Of the broken souls
Sometimes I wonder,
Is it the brokenness that
that holds the world together?
When life turns mundane
And days repeat themselves
When people and their acts
Seem self-similar
I think of you, Gabo
I wait patiently
For magic to spring from reality
It does spring from Life
From the mundane
On dullest day
I step out to behold
The beautiful spring
A saddest day
Holds a surprise
Dreams I dare not
Yet they come true
The places I got kicked
Same places do spring tickles
Instead of me seeking beauty
Beauty seeks me
When the world tells me I am wrong
I wait in the dark hour
For the light and truth to appear
To liberate me
Gabo, thanks for teaching me
Teaching me to wait
To look for beauty in the decadence
To see life and hope spring
From unusual dark spaces
Thanks for bringing to us
The tale of Ship-Wrecked Sailor
And the woman who trained her dog
Trained it to visit her grave
For Hundred Years of Solitude
And Love at the Time of Cholera
For teaching me Love and Death
Mean the same
Thanks, dear Gabo
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