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 “
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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 “