All differences in this world are one of degree, not of kind because oneness is the secret of everything. -Swami Vivekananda
First, there was an itchThen followed the scratch A mild one, to startAn anxious later, a frustrated final The epidermis eroded, failed in dutyThe ulcer deepens, widens The gape is in the leg, wherevisitors’ eyes seldom reach The blanket of life’s everyday choreMasks the pain of the sore Laziness fuels, neglect pervadesTill fear deepens… AContinue reading “Itch – Scratch”
Our togetherness is not the togetherness of our thoracic and pelvic cagesI stand with the vault of my skull as the begging bowlPour me the nectarThat glues my grey cells to yours. Let the electrical discharges from your neuronsSynchronise with those of mine. Our togetherness, Our union shall not be measured in space between us Continue reading “Our Togetherness”
The needle of suspicionHas no eyeIt doesn’t see the truthIt has a point, a place on the scaleIt does not pierce, tearOnly vacillatesIt cannot rest stillOnly tilts the balanceOf life foreverWith the slightest movement of air. Needle it isCannot inject hopeCannot stitch heartsReaches nowhere into either of the pans.
When things don’t happen the wayYou want them to moveEgo, sitting on his throne,hurls the stoneAnd spreads The ripples of hurtAnger surges from the womb of expectationThe entire image of the world underneathQuakes, shivers, loses boundaries Anger is weakness. Anger is unworthy of a manIt simmers, flattens, compressed and unexpressed, fossilizedAt some innocuous pinhole, violenceContinue reading “When things don’t happen your way”
Men have their dreams Women have their dreams After marriage, they must have common dreams. That chemistry must be decided before marriage.
The moon spills light, but its cold You are with me, but I am still lonely I have no intent to live with you Nor the courage to be alone What greater punishment For being sincere, for bearing kids And bearing your sins Than to live together And Feign harmony? What greater injustice than ToContinue reading “Infidelity”
I am just Clay, And You love me.
Love is true when you lose yourself and surrender your ego.