Pride and shame

Pride and shame

Travel in time

Wars

Weapons

In love

Moon

hides behind the gray curtains

thick with tears

I swerve and hold her from behind

Not too sure though

I seize the side as the beyond

with the drape, a groaning mirror

in front of us

I could remember the tailor

...

Holding her

I must have meant a sorry

else how did I receive her warmth

some distance away from the frozen gloom

...

The curtain falls

we are in the dance
performing on the slippery stage

Light and sound

our same world

beholds

Load

You have a long way to go
For you still carry dead words

Warring world

Push the weapons inside places of worship

They need to rest in peace

In mosques, temples,

churches, gurudwaras, synagogues, and in books.

And those persons with unbounded consciousness,

whom for years

we treasured inside the imprisoned boundaries,

Bring them out in the fields, on the streets,

Where they truly belong.

Weapons and the World,

both will be delivered.

We are all Kalidasa

We are all Kalidasa

With weapon, cutting the branch

On which we nest

O Intelligence!

Bless us

so we could relax

and have the good sense

to drop the axe.

Note:

The poem stands on the story of Kalidasa. The legend says that Kalidasa, one of the greatest poets that ever lived in Indian soil, was a fool cutting the branch of a tree he was sitting on with an axe. When he fell on the ground, Saraswati, the Goddess of learning, came to his rescue and gave him a boon, which eventually resurrected him into a poet with an outstanding talent. However, there are many versions of this story. Later, he came to be known as the master of roopak (metaphor) and had authored brilliant novels including Meghadootam, Shakuntalam.

Health and happiness

Cocktail

Together a cocktail if we want to make

The frozen ice is surely going to break

Dough

Need to war is a germ in the dough

The feed poisons the body, from top to toe

Host

Together let’s give it a toast

Here's to health, for the host and the host

In this world, Weapon is the only unwanted guest

Quenched with bloods now, we'd put it to rest

Free from worries, we’re ready to grow and flourish

Every soul will heal now, every being will nourish

So let's shake our legs now, let’s give it a toast

Here's to happiness, for the host and the host

Owning ago

Ocean of sadness in my ears

Falls drop by drop,

The salty pages fly

With inky clouds

In search of fresh air,

To nourish the still eyes,

To wink or blink, a little.

Mountains don’t move an inch,

Air fails to woo

I am in awe

The same tune beats my drums.

Ode to mind

Mind! O beautiful mind,

Open up your blinded eyes.

Conceive, at least for once

It’s possible to do away with weapons.

Mind! O intelligent mind,

Kill the need to kill humans.

Release your worried horsed eyes

Show us a way without weapons.

Mind! O brilliant mind,

Imagine a real no-enemy land.

Where humans befriend humans

Without guns, arms and weapons.

Mind! O innovative mind,

Re-invent methods to save the world.

Protect the space where we bind

Without guns, arms and weapons.

Mind! O truth-seeking mind,

Alight from hats on their comfort thrones

With defeating powers, fears and prides,

Build a winsome world without weapons.

Mind! O imaginative mind,

Free us from the stereotype that runs

For once, conceive mankind

Without arms, without weapons, without guns.

Happy Republic Day

Earth is my Devaki*,

India my Yashoda*.

In this land, I worship

Jesus, Krishna and Allah

Above all, we celebrate friendship.

Today is our Republic day,

Sweets were shared on the borders,

I wish this camaraderie to stay,

That we realise we’re sisters and brothers.

*Devaki is the birth mom of Krishna and *Yashoda is his adoptive mom.

Made for each other

The sun is rigid, doesn't move,

It is done by the agile moon.

The sun looks strong and bright,

The moon is forever feathery and light.

The sun is colourful, moon is white,

On the stage, playing all day and night.

They unite at times every single day

Dawn and dusk part in their different unique way.

But the blue never leaves the earth in the dark,

Lights with precious, golden silver stars.

They’re just there, present if you please,

Being with the rhythm, glowing at ease.

There is no judgement, no sense perhaps in the move,

Life grows with the sun and rests with the moon.

Ceaseless lights rain from the space up above

The sun and the moon are madly in love.