Can a universal law be made when the skies are divided?: A poem 

I wonder if my old wounds hurt  more than the fresh ones  I apply dignity and humour,  like balms, on them  I seldom cry  I am no novice to pain  Is the history of the universe to blame?  I live with it, anyway, in this life’s stream  I wonder what the sky would feel like  ifContinue reading “Can a universal law be made when the skies are divided?: A poem “

The ignoble’s victory has the oddest sound: A poem 

This is an eternity  folded like a letter in my pocket  Even if I didn’t read it again,  I had memorised it  I think of the star greater than all  that birthed the universe  like it was its creation’s soul  And I thought of the treason, the crime  that orphaned creator from His toil  And I forage helplessly inContinue reading “The ignoble’s victory has the oddest sound: A poem “

Communion and awakening; and purposed hesitating: A poem 

My cells breathe the wind and sunshine  as if they know the reason and rhyme  of life and time  And there are no punctuations and commas  A freeway without traffic lights, or cars  until death’s stars  And this day and night, my senses behold  as I watch passed lives become alive and bold  like heatContinue reading “Communion and awakening; and purposed hesitating: A poem “

We could be at an end or beginning: A poem 

You may figure out if the universe  is alone; and beyond it, nothingness  But you may reckon that there could be   tiny specks of photons in a vacuum  intelligent enough to turn energy into form and life  In Jainism, it is believed that  we can all ultimately become Gods,  after seemingly endless cycles of reincarnating,  responsible for our own creation  Is creationContinue reading “We could be at an end or beginning: A poem “

Whisper between the sun and moon: A poem 

The sun that lived between the age  of the universe and now  never changed colours,  But it may, before it thinks it is its business  to take us all in a gigantic burst of explosion  How must life seem in hell,  where the lights never go out?!   I can see that many of us live in a sea ofContinue reading “Whisper between the sun and moon: A poem “

What a laugh, G20!: A poem 

G20, you think you did much more than plenty!  Do you actually know what came out as your identity?  You were in fact left with just nineteen!  Whatever you COP, it topped, a burger with nothing in between!  And you can turn left or right, you cut a very sorry plight  The celebration was a fakedom; with smoke and no light  WhateverContinue reading “What a laugh, G20!: A poem “

The pictograms of the future: A poem 

When you think you are the greatest civilisation on earth  When you think you are where history, itself, took birth  When you think the entire world should know what you are worth  The pictograms of the future leave you convicted of paydirt  I can see you think you have a historic right to grab sea and land Continue reading “The pictograms of the future: A poem “

My poor India, have you been hijacked?: A poem 

O my poor India, I don’t know if you’ve been hijacked  By the arms of the treacherous, have you been knick-knacked?  Is your destined future irrevocably packed?  Your partitioned sea of a neighbour has you hacked!  Have you, against the wall, helplessly backed  Sometimes, the evil on your own soil can have you cracked!  Dilli was a heart that was so often whacked Continue reading “My poor India, have you been hijacked?: A poem “

O Mercury, did the Western Europeans hear you cry?: A poem 

O Mercury, did the Western Europeans hear you cry  over two millennia, when they did, you, deny?  Now they think they can hunger for the moon  because their greed doesn’t want to miss out on any boon  Do you wish to flush them out off your soil?  Does their treason make your blood boil?  You are the crier of the sun Continue reading “O Mercury, did the Western Europeans hear you cry?: A poem “

Pope unLeonine, call out the liar; put out his lamp!: A poem 

Have you counted all your misbegotten victories  on your pretentiously humble knees?  What do you ask for in prayer,  an outer evil darkness be our layer?  How does the deep abyss become our tower?  Only Christian preachers know that power!  And we know that every successive Pope does hope  that the lie is what everyone prefers toContinue reading “Pope unLeonine, call out the liar; put out his lamp!: A poem “