Future?
Future?
They ask me if I think of my future
– have you ever thought of…?
I tell them – I take a day a time
And future as unknown with numerous unknowns and possibilities
I have stopped dreading the future
Out of sheer shame
It is a sheer privilege and luxury
To be alive while many are dying or
Being killed mercilessly
It is not just humans I am talking about
Those are always the collateral
Quid pro pro you see?
No, no – not just life for life
But life for land, minerals, rivers, seas and power
I also mean the other species, climate, air
Trees, rivers, mountains, glaciers,
Ponds, lakes, forests,.estuaries and wetlands
The planet under the great threat
The land sharks are on the loose
They are worse than the sea ones
And they point out to their political masters
Who they say have a cut
They serve the greed, lust and perversity
They point to you and me too
Our flawed dreams and aspirations
We all want an immortal home
In our mortal lives
We pretend to do it
For our future generations
By killing theirs and rest others
We don’t know where the Owlets went
Or the fledglings
Or the big cats, elephants or the tiny ones
When that wild fire raged
Or the bombs dropped
Future? You ask…
I don’t think it’s gonna be any different
We would be perhaps hanging on the walls
In lovely framed photos taken by best cameras
Which would be vintage ones tomorrow
Those who will survive, will ask
Like we often ask –
Why no one acted to end the war?
Or save the planet?
And life on it?
They would perhaps
Live the tragic consequences
Of our inactions
Being gone, is being free too
Eventual absolute freedom
From the degenerating bodies, ailments
From the cells which start dying
From the day we are born
Being free of the conscience
Free of thoughts and guilt
Not having to bear witness
To ghastly progress
Where we prefer algorithmic voice
And intellect too
I want my plants and trees and rivers
and nature to outlive me
I want to dream of a future that will
Breathe in gratitude
And not curse their past where
Everything was normalised and livestreamed
I just want the future to breathe
I want possibilities of the future to exist
While the present is hell bent on harming it
Just for its own imagined ‘collective good’
For the collectives which are exclusive clubs
Of the powerful, greedy and merciless
I know I don’t have a future
One day dying cells will win over
I know I will wrinkle and wither
Just like my flowers and leaves
There cannot be any other way
Perhaps I am already dead, so are you
We watch it all live streamed
Wildfires, melting glaciers, dead rivers,
Erased forests and the lakes
Bombs and deaths of the little ones
We still go out and buy those ACs
Cars, new flats and their abundant lies
We think we are part of the exclusive ‘collectives’, the chosen fittest species
With exclusive passes
To the grand party on the plundered land!!!

Cyclonic Storms
Winds are raging
Cyclonic winds
I hear glass panes shatter
All kinds of sounds
Brought in by the winds
A cyclonic storm
Gathered over days
Inched closer and closer
Then came the landfall, high tide
And the high speed winds
Aftermath is still unknown
We can only hear the sounds
Morning light will reveal
The destruction over the night
When the cyclone struck
It’s a tale of two cursed lands
Year after year
We pray to be spared
Without realising if not us,
It’s gonna be them
27th May 2024
What Ifs…
If there were life elsewhere
With a different Time flow
A day lived in a second perhaps
A year going by in 365 seconds
Shortlived precious life
Much to be done in milliseconds
Much to behold in minutes
Years going by sooner, wilting us
But what if instead
A day was stretched to a month
A year going on and on
Long lived, Turtle life
Maybe wars would have
Ended sooner
If time went by faster than
The weapons could be made
But if the Time slowed down
We would be lingering away
Too tired of long drawn wars
Exhausting all natural resources
Maybe everyone dead
And civilization was born again
And again, either way
Messing it up in newer ways
That’s the trick with time
It keeps us wondering
What if…what if
Unhappy, seeking, lost
We avoid What is…
The finiteness of our being
In the infiniteness of time
We delude ourselves
With immortality of soul
We choose What Ifs
Over What Is
Ignoring the beauty and love
The momentary transience
We trade it all
With Dante’s inferno
Imagination, intellect, beauty and love
Reduced to insatiable lust
For hate, anger, desire and power
War – A Grim Reality Show
It almost unfolds live
On Social Media
On Television
Whipping emotions
As short lived
Till the next reel or news
There is a race
Turn it into an epic
Before the elections
Even before it ends
Scriptwriters have no clue
How will it end?
Or will it end at all?
Who has the controls?
Nations who are sparring?
Or nations who sell
Arms and weapons
To both sides fairly?
Is this an long over due upgrade?
Of war technology?
Old stocks need to be used or sold
For the new ones replace them
Weapons lead to wars
Or wars lead to weapons?
Damn the vicious cycle!
Everyone wants to stay in power
Even when they don’t have any
Wars and revolutions rarely go by the script
They often go rogue, off the script
Resilience and resolute is never factored in
Soldiers become immune to killing
And civilians learn to mourn the loss
They understand they are
Important but
Unacknowledged collaterals
Unbelievable!
What a techno-feat!
We witnessed and debated genocide
Inbetween binge watching shows
Even if war comes home
We will watch it on screen
Not realising the proximity
In denial glued to the screens
Life must go on after all
Everything is for greater good
Even the greater evils!!

Time Stood Still
Time stood still
We giggled and giggled
Like a pair of good old kids
But in their fifties
Time Stood still
As we stared at those benches
In the front of the canteen
Where we often sat and sang
Time has stood still
In that college campus
When pleaded the guard
To let us in
We went back in Time
Through those gates
Perhaps to seek our younger
Gullible, ugly and clueless selves
We patted on their backs
For making it through
For finding each other
To make up lost time
But who knew
All sand was about to slip
In that damn hourglass
For one of us
What a chance it was
That we took
Instead of standing each other up
We finally showed up
And we made the Time
Re-wind and replay it all
We relived our nostalgia
And made fresh memories
Re-unions are the sweetest
They take us back in Time
To meet ourselves and find love
Even if it is for one last time!
The Bell
For Whom will the bell toll?
In fond remembrance
Of ones we lost?
Or for us who lived?
The bells can no longer
Keep the count perhaps
The bell no longer tolls
Where are the Hemingways and Orwells?
The ones who toiled
In armies and in kitchen
To write about how it felt
To hear those bells
For whom will the bell toll now?
And how long?
Wars are unending
Ceasefires rarely cease fire
The bells can no longer
Keep the count
Of who is on which side
Who is the winner or loser?
And whom should it toll for?
The ones who lost yet won
Or ones who won yet lost
The bell no longer tolls
There are mourners
But no graves
There are lovers
But no love
For whom will the bell toll?
For you and me
Or for the one who went away
And who can no longer hear
Time has set itself free
It doesn’t count anymore
How can it possibly measure?
What we no longer value
6/3/25
Bangalore
A Place Called Home
For some it’s a place to return to
For some it is a place to escape from
For some it is a place they cannot return
And for some it is a place they cannot escape
A Place Called Home
That illusive space in time
Where we think we belong
The place to fight for
Or die for
A Place where we wake up
And go to sleep
A space where we thrive
It becomes an identity
Pride and asset
A place called Home
Yet it doesn’t take much
To tear it down
The home of your childhood
Or to lose it to the occupiers
Who too think it is theirs
A Place Called Home
Wars are fought and lost
A lifetime is spent as refugee
What remains is in our memories
And in imagination that illusive space
A Place called Home
Where I am me
Unapologetic me
A place where we can be
Let alone in peace
To go on with our daily drudgery
Watch our flowers bloom
While I looked for it
A place called Home
I didn’t realise
I was home within me
On this planet
Which is our home
We often fail to protect
While fighting to save our idea
Of a place called Home
Unseen
They are in plain sight
Yet they are invisible
They are dismissed
Ignored, unloved
By life itself
Who condemns them
To remain unseen
Unheard and unknown?
Just like blank spaces
In between words
Once you erase them
All sentences seem
Gibberish
Blank spaces that filled in
Also gave meaning
Alas! Life too needed
Such lives
unseen, invisible
Lurking around
Humiliated
Blank spaces
Humiliated by words
Unseen in sentences
Yet giving meaning to
Those very words
When will we learn
To respect
Those unseen
Invisible
But essential?
15th Feb, Bangalore
My Dear City…
What do I say to you
My dear city?
Should I regret the joys
I was robbed of ?
Or should I thank you for
Gifting me a new me?
I have smiled and cried too
On these shores of the sea
The sea that you seem to hide
I came around a full circle
What I thought was a closure
Became a spiral
Yet I am back here
Asking no questions
Nor seeking any answers
Your hidden vast shores
Are welcoming as always
As though waiting to hear
My song again!!