rocks hold my secrets
rocks hold my secrets
river reveal my game plans
you cursed me no less
but why did not you ask the
dried leaves about what was the purpose
what was the destination
why did i love you all
why i did i nurture
in your eyes
my hopes and smiles
what will i take with me
when i actually die
will it not be these curses
will it be the ash left by the fire
you lighted in my storehouse
of memories
of all the struggles, and laughters in vain
and promises to change the world
just in our life time
just in case
harvest the curses, care for the weeds, who knows, when will scatter, the flowers of hope, their seeds
mind, as if it matters
mind, as if it matters
the mercy may be celebrated
they acknolwedged our feet
and chained our hands
to the hammers that break stones
for keeping us alive was a necessity
death destabilises
hunger mobilises
it gives hope
for those who rule
will some day find
difficult to cope
with their reasons, they have always tried
to justify menial over mental
as the only choice ahead
for do not we actually, think,
they just, do
and thats what we call
the paradox of persistence
with ideas, that have driven
many to despair
but some will defy,
and cause ruptures
that will be difficult to repair
will u now stir
tea in your cup
lest the creamy layer
obstructs
the smooth sip
and spoils the joy
of an intellectual
whose monopoly over the mind
has for millenia
explained
why he prospered, got recognised,
when the subjects just, struggled
inertia legitimises cynicism, and the latter justifies indifference, hope lies in assertion, effort matters.
ways of kn0wing, feeling and doing
what we know but donot feel any thing about, we know less. What we know and feel but do not do any thing, we know even less.
why do i keep awake, when the world sleeps peacefully
why do i keep awake,
when the world sleeps peacefully
what is the anxiety
what is the worry
whose pain is central to the being
and whose vulnerabilities are calling for change
in our ways of knowing, feeling and doing
has the mix gone wrong
or have i lost my way
a drop of rain fell in an ocean
a drop of rain fell in an ocean
unable to persuade any wave
to change its course
it just stayed still
and then slowly sun rose
and carried it away
from the swollen arms of the ocean
to the sky
why do u cry
when the garden of curses blooms
when the garden of curses blooms
my friends do not know what i sowed
and what will i harvest now
but then soon, it will rain
and new growth of seeds
of smiles scattered all over
will flourish
may be the crevices of life
in which curses grew
may heal, by then
when floating on the surface will woe
annihilating the surface
on which scratches
stay
like stains of love
i ask,
if this is what one seeks
dissolution when
precipation will do
and siltation
when floating on the surface will woe
the waves
that are undecided
whther to be burried on the shore
or remain at the core
of the deep
enigmatic sea