Tag: poetry

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…

Strange Imprints

As the night falls

I wonder what

Set the pace

Of Time

It moves

Freezes

Goes back

And forth

Yet always

Arrow of Time

Points always

Ahead

It circles

Around the

Life and Death

Beginning

And the End

I look at the stars

I look back

Millions of years

Wonder how do they

See our history

Unfolding

On a tiny

Blue Dot

Strange is the

Arrow of Time

Pointing into

Nowhere

Ticking away

Turning

Itself into ashes

Rising like a phoenix

Yet it always

Moves ahead

Stubbornly ahead

Leaving behind

Strange mute imprints

A sand dune there

Or a mountain here…

Blue and Red

They both argued

About glory

Red being red

Flaunted being important

Underlined with Red

Called Blue

The scatter brain

Blue being blue

Mellow in being

Simply said

I make most of my

Wavelength

And let small particles

Scatter me to the Oblivion

Thus played out

The most spectacular sunset

Blue sky smeared

with Vermillion red

Sun smiled as it set

Ah! the usual fight

Forgetting they

Both came from white light!

Kafkaesque

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 Right

By the Brook

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

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!!

Immigrant

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!