A soulful wish on World Soil Day

Let all human beings

Of the global village,

With their heart and soul,

Connect to protect

The soil of the earth,

Where every single moment,

The flora and the fauna

With their diversities

Happily take birth.

Thursday 5 December 2019

a fallen grace

My hands,
made of gold,
couldn't touch
the flower
that separated from the tree,
like a teardrop,
to grace the tired road;

to pick it up,
my poor hands,
engaged,
couldn't stoop so low.

the blossom was caressed
by the sun though

I wasn't able to
take my eyes off
this neglected piece;
a fallen grace,
a curious chef-d'oeuvre
built with utmost care
that Gustave would've taken
to build the Eiffel tower,
standing tall;
or Leonard could've
yearned for days,
to bring the smile
on la Joconde's face,
years ago.

twin birds

Micro and macro,

they are of the same feather,

twin birds

that crow in the same manner,

not mere words!

you heal the micro creature

lo it cures the one bigger,

you mess up with the petite voleur

have both of them under the weather

Peter becomes Sunil's friend.

David, like a poor cousin, feels threatened;

we find groups in sports and families

breaking up into sub-groups

to safeguard their local identities

all become unsafe with their disparate disunities

the mirror image reflects

in schools, colleges, offices,

in places of worship, 

in political parties;

the pattern, replayed in towns, cities

in industries, in countries;

it spreads its wings in every community;

it is ageless, not a modern trend

we sense animosity even in friendship,

no thinking-out-of-the-box, no change

nothing new here, a universal challenge!

we have learned this strange relationship

for years, thanks to our esteemed education,

this is our culture, our civilization.

we believe in war, we mistrust peace;

little wonder that war is 

seen applied beyond boundaries,

the flyers perch on every branch of the trees

everywhere, the same song they sing,

from huts to homes to the global village

our race, trapped for good in the invisible cage

harmony remains an outcast sage.

let us first bring a change

in the way we bond and behave

world will willingly unchain

from the meaningless bondage,

herculean burden.

micro and macro are crowing birds

cuckoos in their nest, the crew can nurse.

Ukiaha3!

War is an invention,

Discover peace.

...

Monotony is mechanical,

Nature knows none of it.

...

In the world

There is no refugee, 

Or, all are.

...

We are more of being,

Less of human;

Human ages, like a calendar

Being doesn't, like nature.

...

Equality resides
In the priceless thought,

Not in lifeless words.

...

Talking about peace?

Working on its homonym, 

Walk the talk. please.

...  the end ...

Buried leaves

I buried heaps of leaves
Under my cosy bed;
Years later, they turned
A uniform brown,
Those, which were once
Green, yellow and red.

To have a glance

I dug them out and reread;
Left out for long, they appeared
Indecipherable, blurred
Lost their outstanding stance.

Once upon a time

They were also words;
I felt them alive within, afresh.

Keep writing

Keep writing.
If praise gives you a high
Watch out when you fall;
For both are obstacles, big or small
In the jungle of opinions,
You become a sensitive prey, a puppet
Writing your treasured texts.

Keep on writing, 

You have come here
With a purpose,
The words you write
Would unite
The wounded worlds.

Keep writing.

About the inevitable garlands
That encourage or demoralise,
You may let go or wear them at ease,
But make writing your fetish,
Your unconditional habit;
You may pause a while if you please,
But never ever would you quit,
Until you bring down the golden garden,
From the paper paradise
Onto this living, loving earth
Where, years ago, like other writers,
You also took your birth.

Same page

We may not speak the same language
But we can be on the same page.

Ukiaha2!

I kill the flies
I am alone in my room
Waiting for another world
...

I ring my doorbell
Just to check;
I see welcome
On the doormat
As I key in.
...
Sun shines on the sea
Captured in the golden frame
Lightens my tender eyes
...
Sand, a yellow bed
Waves thrashing on the seashore
Rewriting stories
...
Sunlight caressing
Green dancing leaves
Mom playing with her newborn
...
Dawn -
Dew drops silence
A day breaks
...
Order! Order!
Grammar hammers!
Helpful rules
At times rude
Simply overruled.
...
Nemo
No ego
A good omen
-the end-

Showstopper

Power, sprinkled
As magic powder,
Shows all over the place,
Its unkindness,
Without dignity, grace.

Ukiaha!

Peacock shuffles its feathers,
Eyes flash
Dance drama begins,
Leadership changes
The political climate.
...
Child smiles,
Mom looks at the sun.
...
Moon -
Singing lullaby
To the earth
...
Sun has left
For his better half,
Keeping the mistress
Moonstruck. 
... the end ...