outside the field

outside the field

in an open field
i saw krishna
playing with jesus
with a flute in his hand
i also met rumi
who showed me to me

Teaser

Teaser

How long will the seat remain on the ground?

It should be floating by now,

Could be on windy air or warm water around!

Neither will it prevent,

Nor allow.

It is full with beings,

Ears covered with stings,

Eyes closed with thoughts,

Knees marked

With bruised knots.

Mind has borrowed scratches in turn,

Legs limping without work to earn,

Hands heavy pushing the wall of dissent,

Tooth and claw crippled

With words thrown and sent

El Dorado and Xanadu have lost their ways to Eden?

The seat so still somehow carrying on and on,

Nothing gained nothing lost in the bargain!

Beggars begging beggars everywhere,

Without a drop of corn.

Role to play

Role to play

You have a role to play if you so long.

Puppets are the actors,

Frozen white and strong;

In silence

Audience,

Go to alter the authors.

Don’t sit and see Othello and Meursault

Kill Desdemona and the Arab,

Reason is out of dais you can’t even grab;

Don’t let the Montague and the Capulet,

In the confused and helpless hamlet,

Fight for nonsense; Audience!

Lovers, innocents kill and strangle to death,

Like you they too need their space and their breath,

You have watched so far with popcorn and coke

Bickering and simmering your bubbles did choke.

Hey audience! Are you there? Heard the poet screech?

‘Up! Up! my Friend, and quit your books;
Or surely you'll grow double:
Up! Up! my Friend and clear your looks;
Why all this toil and trouble!’

Off your seat-belts now and on to the stage!

Written word is here, out and off the page

Save the couples now and all those timid players

Who kill and breed killers with victimized rage!

…

The curtain falls; the audience sees

They are on the stage with countless layers

Actors with audience melting at ease

Released right inside their same old cage!

Go to alter the authors.

Audience,

In silence

Frozen white and strong;

Puppets are the actors,

You have a role to play if you so long.

Cheers!

Cheers!

I would try not to take part in pressure,
Lest I’d miss ‘le non-dit’ of a pleasure,
My peers are a kind urging to react;
With words that are said for a response so warm,
The play wouldn’t wind nor will the act,
Being in the game in the world full of charm!
 
Peers are all good wouldn’t mind them succeed,
I will find it through my own little deed,
I know I cannot rule for I cannot talk;
Let me serve the speech and let me just work,
We may not be the same sing the same melody,
For some may be crowned in silent symphony!

Taking off

Taking off

Throughout my line I was fooled and ridiculed,
It wouldn't even dawn it was because of me,
When I saw the sordid dude,
In the mirror clearly.

In declining real time,
I haven’t even thought to look at me with pride,
Words insipid, full of curse and crime,
Wherever I went I couldn't ever hide.

Am happy that it’s now coming to a pause;
Left a shadow bit to fly without a cause. 

Here's to night

Here's to night

Day breaks night unites,
With light, we see and sense difference;
In darkness, trees, meadows and seas and borders
Appear just the same without fear, shame and disorders.

Night covers, comforts and blends,
At night, we seldom fight
Need to wait until comes the light;
White clouds do not rain.

Our mind is so set against black,
More often than not we seem to lack
The vision of the color that takes its form,
When all colors converge absorbs to reform
The mind that perhaps needs to check,
That all nights make the days that break.


Influenced by the eminent writer Chimamanda Ngozi Adichi's talk on TED Conversations: The danger of a single story

Ode to Martin Luther King Jr. - I have a dream

Ode to Martin Luther King Jr. - I have a dream

Fifty years ago on this very special day,
You shared your dream; you had your say;
The two colorful worlds stood and listened to you,
Your speech of love and peace had blended them anew;
The bond was always there you tapped them on the spot,
With ‘humanhood’ that flew from the heart of your thought;
We are done with it, that meaningless dissent,
Black and white came close to every word you meant.

Down the time pipeline the issues though have changed,
People tired fight they are not engaged,
I’m hopeful men women, if the color magic worked,
Fifty years hence we’d have a peaceful world.

For this to be true, we need the August man,
To unite the world into a happy caravan.


Written on the 50th anniversary of MLK's famous speech: I have a dream

Life unbound

Life unbound

This is life dudes!
Come on face it, embrace it,
Flow with it before it deludes,
Race with it all the way,
It’s not here to stay;
Fight it with your zeal!
Through the way you’ll heal,
Otherwise it’ll hurt,
Will have your fingers burnt,
Turn it all the way;
With so much wealth around,
Catch it if you may,
Your fists are strong and sound!

This is life dudes!
Mighty it includes,
You might have a laugh,
Know it’s worthy enough,
If you’re rough and tough,
Whenever you can,
Help a sad human;
The weak needs your strength,
To walk along at length,
With so much wealth around,
Kindness needs no ground,
Give it if you may,
Your wrists are strong and sound!

Love as much as you can,
From your caravan,
Life is like a sea,
Helping us to see,
It’s also the sky,
Letting us to fly,
Fire it is in turn,
Helping us to burn,
Know it’s now your chance,
To sing and play and dance;
With so much wealth around,
Your charm that knows no bound,
Your trysts are here to found! 

Known stranger

Known stranger

We've been together for quite some time, 
It seems as if it’s a little while; 
You came unto me to write an old rhyme, 
With your big eyes and angelic smile. 
  
Been through our bit to compose our song, 
The story that had its own right and wrong; 
‘twas real for sure, so sweet and sound, 
We walked along we danced around. 
  
The days like these sailed by and by, 
I became old you remained so young; 
Left me behind I couldn’t fly, 
To traverse the sea so vast and long. 
  
Here’s to past our good old days, 
The key to the room with so many tales; 
Has many more bits that could have been told, 
Together with us that weren’t so cold. 
  
I bid you a bye I haven’t a way, 
To ask you to be and beg you to stay; 
Now if you meet me anywhere, 
Smile at least to this known stranger. 

Familiar

Familiar

Five hundred thousand years ago, 
I would be strong, bold, replete with ego. 
Would kill and rule the weak, 
Snatch, rob, plunder and steal, 
From the pipe my strength would leak, 
Reproduce a monster refusing to feel. 
  
Even today I do so much the same, 
In a different court with some other name, 
I don’t realize I didn’t an inch change, 
And it’s all okay with nothing so strange. 
Five hundred thousand years ago, 
I would be just as strong, bold, replete with ego.