Flowers changing to stones

Love leaks out of my body, 

drop by drop,

Her cuts are incurable,--

the non-healing holes,

The ever-existing outlets 

for the mellowness inside 

to seep out and turn stones!

The beam of hope

A ray

and a day

making hay...

The axis

There is no goodness bigger 

than that we spot in others,

There is no bigger evil 

than that we generate 

by our own hands,

There is no bigger holiness

than that we see in someone's heart,

There is no bigger sin

than that we plot in our mind.

The usefulness of thorns

In the mist-veiled silence of a dream, 

I sleep-walked into 

the crazy grasp of a thorny bush,

Nature's way to see us clearer,

We just need a prickly bite 

to see the reality;

to know more 

and be wiser.

Crystal clear vision

 In the naked folds 

of the darkest night, 

I clearly saw 

the fake, shining, artificial clothing 

hiding my real self.

The kingdom maker

 The kingdom maker 

With sand grains grasped in my hands,

 fleeting clouds in my heart 

and enforced, customised philosophies

 in my head, 

I set out to win the kingdom 

that never existed!

इंसानियत

 कीचड़ भी कुछ और बनना चाहता है,

रेंगना चाहता है,

और बन जाता है केंचुआ।

सतत् सत्य है 

बस एक निरंतर प्रवाह,

कुछ और होने और बनने का।

कुछ और होने और बनने का प्रयास 

अच्छे बुरे की व्याख्या से परे है,

बस इंसानियत की एक ही कसौटी है, 

कितने लोगों के हृदय में आपने रंग भरे,

कितनी आंखों के सुनहरे सपनों

को जिंदा रखने में मदद की।

बस इतना ही।

यही अस्तित्व आपसे चाहता है 

एक इंसान के रूप में।

तारे तो ब्रह्मांड में अपने आप टूटते रहते हैं,

उनकी फिक्र छोड़ो।

The walker on the bridge

Walk with awareness

while crossing the torrential stream of life,

Use the bridge of a stable mind

to reach the other shore.

The eternal sleep of a honeybee

As the night shades prevailed 

over the last rays 

of a musty, hot and humid day, 

she lay on the fragrant bed 

of a Champa flower 

and went into eternal sleep. 

Another day rises. 

The once smiling cup of nectar 

now merely a little sombre coffin.

A politician

Very sweet is your tongue 
to sugar-coat your lies,
Very thick is your skin 
to give you an armor 
against the arrows of truth,
Very dark is your heart
to enable the ghosts of envy,
anger, lust and greed
to go fattening themselves in it.