Thursday 1 October 2020

Real Life

 There's life.

There's life in the swaying branch,

And it's swaying leaves.

There's life.

There's life in the smile,

And in those tears.

In this chair, in this table,

In this phone, pen, paper.


Oh my dear,

Be with me.

I am this moment.

You and I belong here.


Stop your infatuation,

Stop your flirting,

With the past and the future.

They are just your imagination.


This moment.

You and I.

In this moment 

Is all that is real.

Thursday 6 August 2020

At Midnight

A quietness, a certain stillness,
At midnight.

All dissolving in the darkness,
Me becoming a part of the vastness.
At midnight.

The one running the show,
The creator, more than ever alive,
Oh the madness,
At midnight.

Where yesterday kisses, embraces,
Today, and today does to tomorrow,
Only for a moment, like no other,
At midnight.

Me, I sit, and be,
There is nothing else I can do,
But get intoxicated in it's fragrance,
At midnight. 

Saturday 21 September 2019

Are You Listening?

Imagine, 
Imagine if 70% of your body,
The water in your body was reduced to 10-20%.
What would life be like?

Like a desert?

That's what's slowly happening in the tropics,
The reservoirs of water, 
the trees by the rivers,
Over the last few decades,
Have been chopped down senselessly.

Rivers that flowed happily all year long,
Now parched, reduced to a seasonal affair,
Are calling out in despair.

Cauvery is calling.
Are you listening?




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Monday 29 July 2019

Life Death

Life's too short,
Oh brothers and sisters,
Smile.
To the stranger,
To the one you love.
Smile.

What's the guarantee,
Them again you will see?
Be kind.

You might be the last person they see,
Or of the one they dream.
You might be the last person they talk to,
You maybe the one of few they do to.

There isn't enough time,
Enough time to get bitter and contemplate.
Act now, be here, now, before it's too late.

You may call this morbid,
Or me cynical,
But oh dear brothers and sisters,
The only truth of life, is death.

Sunday 19 May 2019

Inward Bound

From illusion to disillusion,
From disillusion to dissolution,
That is what life is about.

It could take a second,
Or many more,
It could take a lifetime,
Or many more.

A self-made cage,
with sticky tape on it.
The longer you wait,
The more things keep sticking,
And the cage starts to look,
Like all there is to life.

Till one day, a ray of light,
Pierces through what's stuck on the surface.
And when you get to peak through the hole,
You realise what a fool you have been!
There is more to life than you have or can see.

The only way out of this prison,
Is going in.
No, not in the cage,
You already are there!
More inward, in you.

Countless journeys you may take,
To lands far and near,
But the truth they say,
You don't have to move,
It's all here.

So as Jalaluddin Rumi ,
I too ask you,
"And you?
When will you begin that long journey inward?"

Friday 28 December 2018

For Rita

She says nothing,
She says not all.
But her eyes, they talk.

Oh Rita,
Hide behind the masquerade if you will
Don't forget to hide those eyes.
They talk, they tell it all.

Saturday 25 August 2018

Your Fragrance

In the morning, before we part for the day, 
And head out on our own ways,
That tight embrace, 
It leaves a small trace.

A trace of your fragrance,
That keeps me at bay from vices like arrogance.

When such influences come searching for me,
I breath a little deeply,
and your fragrance takes over me.

People sometimes get surprised, 
with the way I handle things.
I just keep telling them,
It's not me, I am nothing.
It's your fragrance.

If just your fragrance,
can make me look like a magician
I wonder what would happen,
If I could carry a part of you with me,
Or even better, I become you, or you become me.