Sunday, May 8, 2022

World Play

There is no excitement in monotony
And so we are given our little plays
There is no thrill in peace, and off 
We go to the war with little delay
What's so special about beauty?
What matters is the power to destroy
We rake old wounds on the mend 
Refreshing pains, we seem to enjoy

To despair, we cling
So life may have some zing
What purpose does the scar serve? 
To bind us to our pains and pleasures

Is this all a game, you wonder?
This world, so full of blunders?
Different levels one must cross
Before finding the treasure across

Buttons like triggers
Moving us hither and thither
Rolling on, trying to find purpose
Each different, performing in a circus

Claiming, 'I am right'
For a few moments in the bright light
Only to slip into darkness
To merge with blankness

Our identity wiped out
Our existence as if not at all
All our angsts and outbursts
Just bubbles, in a moment, lost?

Is this the game He plays
Till we find we are one and the same!
One, too, with that Supreme
Flashing in and out like in movies 

Sunday, May 1, 2022

The Silent Core


Foamy waves
Child-like and eager
Touching the sands
Chasing each other

Innocent and happy
Noisy and teasing
Reaching out joyously 
Quickly retreating

Saturday, April 23, 2022

The Insignificant I

Wave after wave
of generations rise and fall
In that tumble of people
I am less than a little drop

Saturday, March 26, 2022

To Be, To Be

To be the mother
Who carried you in her arms
To be the father
Who was disarmed by your charm

Tuesday, March 8, 2022

Sunday, February 6, 2022

The Flame

The body burns
So does the heart
The world burns
Angry and hurt in parts

Saturday, January 22, 2022

The View

The Batra family moved to the second-floor flat hoping now for some privacy. The earlier house, located on the ground floor facing the main road, had been perpetually subjected to prying eyes. Well, whether anyone pried or not, Seema Batra always felt vulnerable. She had to keep the windows closed and ensure that all the doors were always locked. When the children complained of stuffiness and lack of view, she would snap back, "What view do you get in any case? Just the boundary wall."

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