The evening is hot and humid
The gray sky is cloudy
A heart filled with guilt
Restlessness prevails!
Wednesday, 31 May 2017
GRASS OF HOPE
Though a crack on the highway
Moistened by yesterday’s rain
The grass of hope sprouts!
Sunday, 30 April 2017
TURKEY TALK
The son of man has finally risen
But alas! Me, the son of an egg
Must die!
And for me!
There is no coming back!
Every year
We give up our lives
The day the son of man comes back to it!
Why is it that when he comes to life
I have to lose mine!
He is the messiah of the whole world!
Yet why is it that I get to be martyred
I know he was crucified and all!
But tell me frankly
What did I do?
To get marinated and roasted!
And hey, he is supposed to my Saviour too!
And I too wish to celebrate Easter!
Oh! Son of men and women
As you celebrate in happiness this blessed Easter!
Spare me, my flesh and bones!
DISSONANT SUNSHINE
No knowing my heart is broken
The sun shines brightly!
Troubled by this dissonance
I wonder which one should change?
CREEPING HELL
In mindful contemplation
Focused on emptiness
I sit selflessly
Not judging
Not elaborating
But Alas!
The ego that I hate
Suddenly Creeps in!
Paradise collapses
Hell breaks loose!
NEITHER ONE NOR MANY
No, one, can see!
Not, many either!
All that is
And all that can be!
Neither this
Nor the other
There lies the truth!
Where there is silence!
WISDOM PRAYER
Oh! Lord benevolent and merciful!
Praise and glory be to you!
As a lost soul in the darkness of the night
With no path is in sight
You were my only beacon
When sorrow was drowning me
You were my only hope
In this journey of life
You have blessed me abundantly
You have brought me thus far!
Oh saviour of the world! Oh compassionate one!
As I walk through these unchartered worlds
I pray! Give me the wisdom to do your will
PUNGAI TREE
The warring sun fills the sky
And its crimson wrath drives the blue away
As green withers to brown
And lakes and streams vanish
The barren hills glow
The parched plains pant
Unfettered by this solar malady
Fed by some mysterious spring
Fresh, green and full of blossoms
The graceful Pungai tree!
BUDDING MISERY
Ever so careful
Not to cause the slightest pain
Soft on the ends
And flexible in the middle
I’m your best friend!
Especially when the itch is out of reach
Yet! Alas!
All I get is used, smeared and thrown
Oh! How miserable!
My life as an ear bud!
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