Formula to Live

Life is a compromise

Between birth and death,

Between body and soul

Between heaven and hell

Life is a compromise

Like a rented room

Less lived

Less owned

Like a colorful  orchard

Less rooted

Lost all it’s forest teeth

Life is a compromise

And those who wished it not,

Lived a less lasting life.

The Freedom Story

In the past,

I never complained-

Of the over arching Orange

Or the sun-eater fat Pines

‘Cause I had no wings,

And never knew what sky is?

You tempered me under your wings,

To dare a sun all alone;

You fed me snow and fire

To fly over the sea;

You held me on your claws

For you know well-

To train in depth and height.

How that you missed

To give me a sky

Though you saw my wings grow?

 

Birth Day

On my Birth day-

Is born-

The birthing pain

With a cry,

‘Who am I? & why am I ?’

Then the empty-

Expansive emptiness!

A soft breath and breeze of Genesis,

Separating earth and sky

Wide apart body and spirit, and am-

Left with a mystery

Of Desire!!

Of Disappointment!!

To Live

To Die.

I thought the umbilical root

In my logical eternal route,

But He was smart, to cut it

Before the earth was born,

Between earth and heavens

Now,

Humans die in heaven!

Angels die on earth!

May be the interlude

Is my answer!!

To my desire and disappointment!

Market Economy

The great wheat field,

No ‘loner wheat’,

All on close to other’s shoulder,

They are, together sown and reaped!

Yet a few ‘loner wheat’,

Left of sickle’s edge,

Left of pride and profit,

Yet reaper names it ‘charity’!!

Export and import it,

And create an economy

Of demand ridden supply! And-

Keep ploughing and plundering

Land of landless-

That the

Lads look for-

Left over ‘loner wheat’!!

Ever, in this battlefield. 

Eye Donor

I am seeing today

‘cause you gave me your eyes!

I am seeing today

‘cause you lost your eyes!

Or you saved your light for me,

Oh I see you seeing darkness!

Would you save this darkness too, that-

When I lay dead like you,

I wont’ be as horrified as you

In me that I know-

I have some light of darkness-

In the midst of horrific death!

Masochist

Standing by-

The infallible shadow-

Of a Catholic wall,

Against the first world,

Started he-

The last rites-

Of an exotic mobile,

As if grieving a death

Of his sweet valentine!

His masochist brooding-

On this fragile-

Palm of a cell phone for-

Having failed-

Of affection and kiss,

Battered its veiled,

Vein-less face.

Standing by-

The loosing battle

Grappling a wreck

Sought to date a cell

That had no cell

Governed by the last

Spell of his dying will!

Valentine

Happy Valentine's day...............

Sweet...yet.....painful.....

the secret of this exotic mix 

is.........your sky of love

is.........Your river of romance

And the worst kept secrets

Of our act of love.

The flower never knows its fragrance!

The fly never knows the flower!

Its lover knows it all.

You my lover

drink this last drop

To your lowest ebbs

And be drowned-

To a honey trap

Though you know it all well !

When out in tears,

Write a few letters

Wake up to your mad dreams

Watch all who come

Wonder what does this Valentine's!