The Bond

In life what we can't create
That bond, the after-life builds.
The jeers of life are blinding
Before it, even the strong wilts.

The heart does not always do what it is meant to do
The soul can't look into our eyes at times.
In this life it cannot be
Just for me and you.
In that life all comes to life.

Above us
Near us
With us
In us.
Those that life let go
Become more of us
Than the rest of us

Abandoned like a robe once worn
Now kept in a dusty place in a corner of the cupboard.
A lesser life every now and then
Would help lives from being torn.

Shanta – The Sister

Eternal are some stories,That even time cannot decay.A father’s boon, A son’s duty,A wife’s service, A brother’s sacrifice.Of commitment that none could sway.

From heavens did they ascend,
Whose blood was indeed so pure.
Yet lies forgotten
A saga within the lore.

For there was a sister,
Away from it all.
A spectator ever so silent,
From the same blood at all?

A mind she must have had,
And if she had so what?
The epic has no place,
For what she felt or thought.

Given or not for adoption,
Married to a sage was she.
And that was her story,
Could she more important be?

Forgotten because it could be forgot,
Amidst the great truths that were told.
An identity left to rot,
The wise sometimes choose to live blindfold.

What happened next,
Was just as trivial.
A life went on and ended,
To the sages it was immaterial.

The sister of a God was she,
A blood so blue was hers.
Shanta was her name,
With not one but four mighty, righteous brothers.

And so it happens,
Even to this day.
The wise few decide who to pray,
And who to let slip away.
And we. We, the people,
Well, we just obey.

You silly old cow

Where are you off to

You silly old cow

You have a chain in your neck

That keeps chaining your step

Yet you walk on and on

As if in a daze

You silly old cow

Don’t you know

You have nowhere to go

And you won’t get anywhere

If you don’t know where you’re going

You silly old cow

Have you had anything to eat

Or you’ll manage just fine

Go wash up at least

You should have been in line

You silly old cow

Did you look at others

Aren’t they better off than you

You should have been more like them

Then you would have been better too

You silly old cow

Just walking on and on

Dragging that chain in your neck along

You silly old cow

“But. But I do have something to say

I’ll say it anyway”

“It won’t be that long

Before I break that chain”

“I broke it once before

When my walk began”

“I walk on to see

What part of the world is me”

“Confidence and poise

Well, I’ll let them be”

“I don’t know what

And I don’t know how”

“I guess that makes me

Your silly old cow”

Sufferings

Sufferings bring you closer to God

So we all know.

Not God; but The God.

A chance, though dim,

is what if

It is this suffering

That He inflicts is

So that we don’t come too close to Him?

Sufferings are known

To have the powers

To change one’s course,

Neither by persuasion, nor by force.

Are we coming too close?

To Him? His plans? And Him?

What if

We know so much

That We reject Him and His plans.

Is this why the cruel command?

Is this why the Holocene Extinction?

Is this why We must end?

And till then

Closer to sufferings We remain

Than to Him.

When the night falls

It's a dim silence,
when your demons come smirking.
and you,
wounded by their laughter,
defeated by their love.
the ties that once made you swing,
today hang so limp.
what the so-called fighter
can do,
and you,
either too strong or too slave.
in the new light,
only you and your night it is,
and the Gods play naive.

from it all

That day was a day

But what a day

I saw a bitch

Running from one end to another

And her pups running after her

Milk they wanted

Tired she was

So she wanted

Some time off

Time off

From duties, responsibilities

Just what we need

But don’t get

If only we could die a little

And then resume life

A little break

From it all

And then a plunge

Yet again

And again

Pity a cycle doesn’t end

Somewhere a circle

Must be needing a break

It doesn’t have to be endless

It suffocates the existence

A little away

A little death

And then back again

Fresh to life

Fresh with life

The Other Side

From a distance
what seems
like moon on a dark night.

Turns a 100 shades of new colours

each colour

a lash on black and white.

Dreams, hopes, smiles, strengths

set ablaze

but the story doesn't end here.

Anger, hurt, sadness, pride

burn bright

like dust settled in the eyes.

Two parallel worlds,

Two polar lives,

Two different minds.

Yet it's neither black nor white

mine, yours and theirs

dark other side.