Don't behold me
With contempt
Because I floated in
Just like a driftwood
I had a name
Born to someone
Isn't it enough
To qualify as a human?
Do not fear me
Do not hate my folks
Simply they couldn't afford
- love, pyre or a grave
They probably thought
Water should be my grave
Instead of fire or earth
River being the river
Did what it does best
Buoyed me back
Just like a driftwood
I had love to give
But there were no takers
In the land of hate
River could have set me free
But it returned me to you
As a nameless corpse
To be counted among
The countless
River will remember me
Even if you don't
This beloved river is
Our memorial!
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Tag: love
Spin
What kind of a spin is it?
What goes around, does come around
Yet, its never the same!
Laws teach nothing is lost
Yet, much cannot be retrieved
The top is also below
A walk on the mobius strip
In a world so self-similar
Nothing is familiar
For – What is, is never,
What really it is!
What we know, is actually,
Only the depth of the unknown
And that bond also decides the drift
Stuck on a blue planet in a vast abyss
Where war literally is sold as peace
I wonder,
What kind of a spin is it?
Jump
Unable to find answers
Unable to bear the questions
Acutely aware
Of all closed doors
And humiliations
And all silences
She decided to jump
As she walked along the edge
Too many thoughts
Crowded her mind
She wanted to cut loose
From the past
From the present
The questions
The helplessness
The despair
Her luckless and
Loveless life
When no one pays heed
When life is cruel
What’s the point?
What’s the point?
On and on
The thoughts fogged her mind
Tears blinded her vision
Suddenly a stranger stopped her
“Please take one bunch please.
I haven’t eaten whole day”
A blur of bunch of yellow roses
Were staring at her face
Prodding her was
Another voice of despair
Carrying a bunch of bloom
What an irony!!
She paid the boy
And watched the train go by
She brought home
The yellow flowers.
She wondered…
There is a point maybe…
There are people maybe…
There are doors maybe…
There are paths maybe…
There is a future maybe…
That day she didn’t jump
But took a leap of faith instead!
Strange
Strange is the light that blinds
Strange is the light behind dark shadows
Strange is the joy that inflicts pain
Strange is the love that teaches to hate
Strange is the life that must end in death
Strange is the meaning that is absurd
Strange are the dreams that cannot be real
Strange is the reality that is a dream
Strange are the clouds that don’t bring rain
Strange is the regret that hides the pride
Strange are the journeys that never end
Strange are the words that defy the form
Strange are the doors that never open
Strange is the religion that robs the faith
Strange are the bridges that separate
Strange is the war that is fought for peace
Strange are the journeys that never end!
The Storm
Light breeze kissing the leaves
Dancing waves touching the shore
Whisper to me
A storm is on the way…
I want to be silent
I do not want to burden the wind
For my words might trigger a storm
I wait silently for the storm to pass
Once again I shall be ready
To throw my words to the winds
1999
Juxtaposed
Man against man
Man against women
Women against women
Man against Nature
You against me
All of us are juxtaposed!
One defines other
One ends other
One begins other
On a dark night
We seek light
On a sunny day
We look for shade
Light and dark
Day and night
Love and war
Life and death
Juxtaposed!
Sad seeks joy
Happiness
Sadness
Juxtaposed!
Broken against
The Whole
Nothing can stand
On its own
It needs the other!!
You eliminate one
Other loses meaning
Yet the fight remains
Eternal!
Juxtaposed
One belittling the other
Forever!!
Time
Time is wrapped
We move forward
But yet in circles
A new beginning
Another New Year
All dots
On the circles
Time is a trap
An endless wrap
Moving forward
Yet in circles
Histories repeat
Dictators return
But tyrant
Time
Beats them all
Let us not despair
No one colour or
One faith can
Rule Forever
Light refracts
Even through
The Prism of Religion
Into a Rainbow
All mighty forever
Will bite the dust
As children of soil
Will rise yet again
Time goes in circles
Some look ahead
Forgetting the wrap
Others who look behind
Fall in the trap
There is no way
Back into the womb
Only death awaits
Ahead
Time moves forward
While moving in circles
Maybe Sisyphus is happy
For he knows
The clock ticks…
The Day Freedom Was Won and Lost
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!!
Mad Decadence 