When things don’t happen your way

When things don’t happen the way
You want them to move
Ego, sitting on his throne,
hurls the stone
And spreads The ripples of hurt
Anger surges from the womb of expectation
The entire image of the world underneath
Quakes, shivers, loses boundaries

Anger is weakness. Anger is unworthy of a man
It simmers, flattens, compressed and unexpressed, fossilized
At some innocuous pinhole, violence clouds the sky.

Ego is god’s perfect work,
And so it crowns by default
The epicenter of the galaxy
Repels, rebels
becomes the octopus that spits
ferocious ink on fragrant advice.

It knows all, except itself
That its the grain of sand
On the beaches of universe.

No pestle can crush the seed of anger
No axe can cut down the tree of violence,
So long the soil of Ego
is wet and alive.

To vanquish your anguish
Vanquish your Ego.

Zealous or Jealous

This is a world of competition.

Whenever we come across someone who is better than us in our field of activity,

We either get jealous or get inspired.

The type of reaction reveals our inner strength.

If we feel low about ourselves, we get jealous.

If we are calm on the inside and our level of confidence is optimum we get inspired.

When we get jealous, we want to degrade the other person. In the transaction, we lose our peace of mind.

When we get inspired, we outperform ourselves, and earn respect.

Choose to be zealous, not jealous.

Saga of Iguanas

An iguana crossing the street
Looks up, scans, scurries
Stops a little, Turns
And stills.

A greener garden tempts
A tastier prey invites
Fears vanish
Eyes rotate and abet the desire
To risk the run
Runs the risk
Perpendicular to the machinery of life.

Win or lose, life or death, glory across or
A corpus flattened to earth…
Under the rush and roll
Of  blind tyres.
No matter. Iguanas scuttle. For goals
Alcross the street.

One Amongst You

I am one amongst you.

I donot need a certificate of purity
I dont need a cloak of honour
I don’t mean to defend myself, my virtues
Or attempt to dress my shadows in colors

You neither need Fall at my feet
Or thrust the Dagger in my heart

I am as good as you
And as evil too..
I am as human as you
I need no mask to cover
I need no pedestal to stand

Do not decorate me with flowers
Nor beat me with stones
There is nothing exclusively mine
I am another leaf in the storm.

Invitation for a Long Night

DEATH, I wait for your embrace

Come hug me tight and squeeze out the little spark running in my veins

What has your foe, life
offered me..
A lone throne of priceless thorns
Sinking in slush,
In the midst of a lush garden
of flowers.

Take me into your arms and sing the song of peace…
Dissolve me in your graves and break my bonds
A few or more tears for one or more reasons, from some or many eyes
And they, dropping on the plate of life would seal the gaps
As life springs new strings, recreate bonds and carry on for its clan.

In all the darkness of the world, I rush to hold your palms
Unload this heavy heart and silence the tremble
In one stroke, erase the scribble of God on the slate of life.

My dear angel of DEATH,
Snoop down from your high skies
This fruit is ripe to be plucked
Skinned and reclothed
Throw me anew on
A new sheet of grass
And a slice of sky for my roof.

I am no coward
To drop my guns and run away
Its just that I am ready to dissolve
And start a fresh leaf.

Death, yours is the pleasure
In inflicting pain
Yours is the pleasure in
Sorting & stripping
Take me as your offering
For tonight.

The Limits of Curiousity

You died with the pain
Of wanting to know
What caused your ills

For, if you had known
The cascade of events
That lead to the fall

Perhaps, you could have stopped it..

In wanting to find one good reason,
Often we fail to see it solved
We search, we google, we doubt
We review, we discuss
We fail to act wise.

God gave us the powers
some problems to solve
Some others to resolve
But we in search of the roots,
Kill the fruits of cure..

Everything happens for a reason
Every reason is not seeable

So, look for the ways to cure, learn the ifs and don’ts..
If you won’t taste the fruit,without looking at the root,
Sooner you will be buried beneath and the fruits would wither and rot.

Curiousity Creates
Curiousity also destroys.

A Brief Case of Grief

The grief from an oblivious past
has sunken your cheeks

The worries that echo from the morrow
Have bent the corners of your lips

The bows that shot cheers
Are wet with your inessential tears
Quintessential Fears

The lights of a thousand stars are clouded in one dark wrap of suspicion

The hairs have wrinkled
The forehead has turned grey

The battlefield in your gym
Empty platters to fill a void energy
Have robbed your beauty
Its no weight loss, to thumbs up
An irreparable loss to us
Of our Peace.

Perfectionist, idealist, the curious crow that you are..

You kill yourself silently
Unknowingly in pursuit of
the nonexistent

From which galaxies, do these dark colors replace the hues in the kaleidoscope of your eyes

Which ocean feeds the glands in your eyes

You hear nothing, remember nothing, your inside is noisy,

Searching for truths, you think were buried when you believed…

From the pedestal of your justice,
Me, the victim is the accused
And you, the victim of this victim.

What craziness the world believes that a man could sin against a woman, and not vice versa… And even you who love me, speak the same, bathing yourself in the murky waters and battling to prove my sin.

I am worried of the crazy ways of your self torture…
I am no insensitive rock to see you sink into the loose soils of the accidental past..
I am trying to pull you up, and getting sucked instead..

Remote Reunion

This little volume of air wants to call itself a pot.

It can never be the pot, but only the ocean of air.

Still it clings on to the clay pot.

The glimmer of a soul wrapped and woven in the fathoms, occasionally seems to see some light, probably that generated from the small creatures in the ignorant depths.

The light of the sun is deeper and farther outside the surface than the depths inside.

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