NATURAL LAW

If you call once..
I shall leave all engagements and come
And no reason shall be asked,
Like fire burns,
Like water flows,
Like the sun shines bright,
Like a dark moonless night..
It shall be natural!

If you call once..
I shall come and not ask “why”
Like the monsoon rains,
Like the tidal waves,
Like a blooming rose,
Like a face morose,
It shall be natural!

If you call once..
you’ll find me around,
Like a silent sound,
Like a barking hound,
Like a cuckoo’s song,
Like the right held wrong,
It shall be natural!

And should we meet,
We would not greet,
There won’t be words,
But a silence deep,
And, like the skies look blue,
and the sugar is sweet,
like the rainbow’s every hue,
and the sparrows’ tweet,
it shall be natural!

FREEDOM OF SPEECH

a lovely morn,
his lordship speaks on...
on freedom of speech,
to a SPEECHLESS class
speechless not by choice,
speechless not by chance,
but by compulsion not to raise voice,
while his lordship goes on...
on "Freedom of Speech"
Beautiful words may induce and inspire..
set many a noble mind afire..
but they can surely interest and charm,
faces that look pretty..
particularly when the words come from-
a position of authority...
Freedom of Speech-
a PRIVILEGE to some in the right form and age
Freedom of Speech-
a COMPULSION not to speak,
for others not worth a gaze!

decent guys

When it rains…
They meet,
- far away from the world of “is”
-the symbol of an imperceptible ought…
very much existent,
palpably present..
in another dimension…
when it rains…
and the lazy sun lies under fluffy blankets
half-asleep, half-awake…
they secretly meet
beyond the gaze of the world..
at a place where wakefulness merges with sleep..
and reality unites with thought
when it rains…
they say nothing…
like in the world of “is”
they speak to every “is” nd play it cool…
but never to the ones close to their ought..
it makes them feel like a fool…
but when it rains…
they do meet
in another dimension-
from where they return
with a smile,
and move on…
life goes on...
in the world of “is”
where they never meet…
and perhaps they never will,
and its good!
they’ll create another world..
a world more beautiful,
they always do..
and once again they will..
one more story…
one more song…
one more painting…
a world of art…
where they meet
and “is” becomes one with “ought”
who are they?
seekers of some ought?
no certainly not...
they're a distinct class of morons-
there are no "hows" nd "whys"
they're born-lovers of insanity-
the so-called decent guys!

its raining outside!

its raining outside...
-a changed weather;
what was crisp nd warm till yesterday,
is now damp nd cold,

its raining outside...
i'm in my cocoon
presumably safe frm the chilling effects
sounds of the patter reach me nevertheless,

its raining outside...
a stir within...
in some dark corner hard to locate...
it was dark always, but its darker today...

its raining outside...
a flower died before it could bloom
the rains had to come; only they came too soon
and there was no place to hide...

its raining outside...
8:30 in the evening....
time to have dinner..
down there in another mess...

its raining outside...
yes its still raining outside!