Very rarely and very few
get finally really
settled,
We are forever migrating,
We are a jumpy species,
Never on solid earth,
It seems the only inheritable
things are
pain, sorrow and
suffering,
But joy and happiness
we have to create in this
very life,
Nurture as a dream, a
destination
as we move on the
default mode of misery.
A hardness building up
in the soft, mushy zone
that enveloped us,
And the night even though
aglow with fireflies
lost its charm
like candles going off
when hit by
a howling blizzard.
She was silent outside
but screaming inside,
Crispy above
but pain-roasted below,
Flitting, flirting and
dancing on surface,
but weary and bedraggled
inside,
There we were
forcing ourselves to
assume that
things were normal, even
though
there were many proofs to
the contrary.
There we were
pushing each other
into the pools of pain,
Earlier it was a
joyous jaunt in the rain,
A fragile world we set up
around ourselves with our
dreams,
destinations, envy, hope
and fears,
Then we create a shell of
hate
to keep the pearl of love
in it,
It glitters,
But it isn’t a love-gem,
It’s our hate crystallized
for self-deception.
Love comes with the
inclusion of
more and more around you
into your care,
And in this fertile soil
blooms a flower,--
Mother earth says:
O ye children, give me all
your blood,
gore, filth, garbage,
poison, chemicals,
I’d still give you
flowers, trees, pastures.
A mother can’t stop
giving,
She has to keep giving,
Till her last breath,
Till she perishes.
When the last flower on
earth will die
along with the mother’s
last breath’s sigh,
Her children would then
be replaced by a new
species,--
the humanoid machines
that’ll infest her rotten
corpse,
It’ll be a global grave
swarming with metallic
maggots.
Sometimes apparent luck
is leading us into bad
luck
further on the way.
Then you realize you have
a mountainously bulky
foolishness
inside your little shallow
brain.
The more he came to know,
the more he realized
how little he knew her,
It was all there to see
now,
Her pointless rambling
pride,
Concisely pointed
narcissism,
Habitually despondent
demeanor,
Her efficient effrontery,
Swift certain selfishness,
Extensively ornamented
body
covering a poor soul,
Her manners laced with
coquetries and jealousies,
All this he saw now.
Earlier, the whirlpool’s
vortex
sucking, pulling him into
soft languor and pleasure
swoons,
Shaken, swirled by the
eddying currents
now he got spewed out of
the vortex’s pointed base,
Gasping for breath,
he came to the surface
from the edifying depths,
Looked at her with a
frigidly disagreeing look
on his face.
Falling out of love is perhaps
just to know more about a
person,
Maybe we are addicted to
the fall,
And fly just for its sake,
Because, however high a
kite flies,
it still survives by
constantly eyeing earth,
Maybe love also flies
to enjoy its habitual
crash-landing.
When you steal
and nobody is watching,
Remember You are there
as the judge and police.
When you tell a lie,
And all believe you with
an ‘aye’,
Remember You are there
standing mute with a cold
sigh.
When you are angry at your
enemy,
And find the cause in your
foe,
Remember You are there
looking at the enemy
within.
There will be a day
when this You in you
will come forward
and make you stand
in the witness box
to turn witness against
yourself.
Don’t meet in the court as
enemies,
Meet You in you
before it’s too late
and die as your own enemy.
