Possibility, a thought away

I don't want to rise so high
That I get lost in the sky;
Everything, everyone
I look down upon,
Write their future
On a polarized piece of paper
And say, hey there
See here, you've all lost, I have won.

I don't want to lie so low and buried

That I get trampled, stampede;
Everything, everyone
Walks over me,
Writes my designed destiny
And say, hey there
See here, we have all won
You are just another loser.

I want to walk and fly steady in the middle

Involve all in the most engaging huddle;
Encourage naysayers, failures
So they fight and taste success,
Motivate high flyers, achievers
So they humbly help others in the race
Everyone wins, no one loses
We grow hand in hand, in medias res.

All for life

I never wanted to quit
Day dreaming.
Now that I have,
I am in the dark.

Moon-beams still
Melt through the window.
Heavy lights glow inside
The profiteering rooms.
The graveyard shift
Devours them all.

My dreamy eyes,
Once juicy with life,
Turn into stones;
All for life. 

Black hat, new world

You look at good things,
Yes dudes, you dance and sing;
I find faults in children's bags
Sins nourish and flourish
in this and that. 
Yes I'm negative, you darling brats
for I am the one with the same black hat.

Toy guns! All for fun, huh? 
Innocuous, boisterous,
Far outnumber real revolvers. 
But so what, you'd say,
It's not dangerous.

Tom and Jerry, hitting, hurting
fighting with each other
hurling abuses...
Our children are entertained,
rest assured, they're also getting trained
to face the bitter world, 
sure enough, in time they'd find
their counterpart
waging wars, to break apart.

Nursery rhymes! Humpty Dumpty falls...
Ha ha ha, the class laughs!
Jack and Jill hurt themselves, 
children learn their lessons
to giggle at others' troubles, 
they memorise not just the words, 
they take with them, their worried worlds.

For a new world to begin,
however good and effective, 
we need to unlearn
some of our old learnings.

Balance

Balance without bias
Is the basis
Of being in bliss, 
Beauty blooms
Body bounces
Like a football
Light as a balloon
Beholds the bounty
In bewilderment
Ball dances in the blue
Sings with the stars
Liberated, for ever.

After a while
It descends on the dais
As a Being
Carrying the body
In absolute harmony, 
Experiences 
Rhythmic symphony
In Medias Res
Bright, bold, benign. 

In search of

When the stage
Is stabbed all over the place,
When the fields, that once fed
Millions, look robbed, broken
Into pieces, deserted;
Fatigued, famished families in famine, have fled...
In search of greener patches.

Intelligent people,
Busy, occupied, engaged;
Spending millions of dollars,
As though under the influence
Of some weeds,
In search of other planets.

Uninhabitable places,
Barren lands,
Sterile meadows,
Brown fields,
Weeping, wailing, wandering,
In search of wise attention. 

Nameless

Refugees weeping.
Blind eyes
Unable to see
The storm,
Love levels in silence.
Sea waves rising.
... 


Amazon drying
For fresh flesh and blood
Parasites stretch;
The world,
Running out of breath.

For how long

For how long

I talk of love, purity
I am a sissy
I talk of caprice, vice
Hatred, bombs, weapons
Am smart, taken seriously.

I worship Messiahs and Saints,
Chanting their words, I am all in tears,
While on the field, they're redundant, in vain
For there, I follow the stillborn Hitler.

I take occasional vacations
Go in the lap of nature.
While every part of it is a giver
I am a snatcher, taker
Or, to say the least, a beggar.

Mountains and rivers
Deserts, seas and oceans
Have treasures to offer.
By design, we distribute their fruition
To make the rich richer, the poor poorer,
If I turn around and say it's vulgar
I become the bad Peter.

Whatever I do, I compare, judge and compete
Who is more peaceful, more harmful
Between me and you,
How I can war, win and defeat!
Nature's acceptance is total and complete,
It doesn't recognise any warfare,
It shares, takes care and repeats.

Mistakes such as these
Abound in scores and dozens
Repeated in time and space
Paradise, by choice, has become a prison.
For how long, one doesn't
Know, this failing game will continue,
For how long, without logic, atonement and reason
We will have to beat the blues.

Words into action

I am a storehouse of words.
Yet I am so far from the lighthouse.
Meaningless churning of words
Freezing in the knowledge mart,
No walking the talk is what's making it worse,
The worried world, no wonder, is falling apart.

I don't hate the sin, I hate the sinner
Instead of loving, I fight with my neighbour
Yet I know the scripture by heart
And the sacred eight-fold path;
I have full knowledge of Trinity
I never miss prayers to the supreme.
What I haven't learnt is to put the divine words into action,
Hence I keep my heaven unsafe,
Leaving it perpetually in the dark.

If my words do not inspire,
If they fail to empower,
If they hurt, hate, not heal
If they kill with skill,
Then what is the use
Of melodious prayers
Arranged with lifeless letters,
Engaged in the failing battle of win-lose?

When wise words are put into action,
Our Intolerance would fly off like the dove,
The golden garden will bloom into fruition,
Where the winsome paradise will fall in love.

Oh times

Who is the liar
Who says time
Waits for none?
For it doesn't leave,
It stays with me
All the time. 

Winner

I was set to sail,
On a paper boat.
Others had battleships,
I wasn't focused to win,
Just barged in
Without contemplating
The winds.

When the waters
Touched my tool,
I couldn't keep afloat
Appeared like a fool
Went round and round
Until I had to drown.

Deep inside
I settled for a while;
The spirit in me
Swam like a submarine.
Although out of sight
I reached the other side.

I saw everyone there
Fatigued, lost, sad
Standing hand in hand.
There was one loner
Standing like a loser,
He was also glad
As a single solo winner.