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!

SALINE NECTARS

Where were these clouds when i wasn’t home
and the roses in my garden were drying?
don’t they know,
all my roses are now withered,
and no showers will ever bring them to life again?
nectars from heaven now console the parched earth-
a million new blossoms will take birth
But amongst those buds which will abound
the petals lost before time, shall never be found...
and what about the ones waiting to be born?
these clouds didn’t turn up; they did never come
Now drenching in the rains as the desiccated form of earth cheers
Its spirit secretly sneers...
for mixed inseparably in the pouring drops
are the clouds’ hidden tears!

Last Night...

Last night,
i saw you,
ready to bid “farewell”
to the place i’d left two years back;
i hadn’t then felt so unwell...
but i was filled with unspeakable fright,
last night...
i too had said “goodbye”
and i had no fear...
but when I saw you ready to disappear
it was a different sight,
Last night...
yes, the sun will again rise
and by the evening
the chirruping birds will be on the wing
i’d witness all this,
but what a funny thing,
of you i’d know nothing
that’s how things are...
perhaps, that’s how they’re meant to be-
neither dark nor bright..
why then, was i filled with madding darkness;
and there was no hint of light?
Last night...

victory of a rose

the world had gone nuts
pebbles were preferred to roses
basking in the glory of being
her best friend,
a pebble sneered at a rose and said-
what use is your transient beauty?
I am her beloved friend
Fair, dark, dumb or witty-
Whoever she be!
On a table beneath a mirror they both lay
the rose couldn’t be in the fray
It knew the statement’s veracity,
it would live for a day;
the shiny pebble for eternity
you picked up the rose
and wore it in your tresses
by the evening it would begin to wilt
but it had no sense of guilt
the shiny stone still shone...
but the rose had won

colours of the rainbow...

you were drawing outlines,
on a canvas without boundaries,
and filling them with colours-
colours of the rainbow
time had stopped,
it was the realm of eternity;
so much like the creator you looked
creating shapes in the void
and pouring into them colours-
colours of the rainbow
a devil silently stood by, watching-
surprised, mesmerized, tantalized!
“kids can make it better”, he said,
maliciously; trying to ignite a fire
there was no fire; yet there was a glow,
as you sat there, adding colours to the space
colours of the rainbow!

if i were a ghost...

if i were a ghost,
can you guess what i’d do?
no, i wouldn’t haunt you,
not even if our paths crossed,
standing somewhere, in the distance...
i’d silently watch as you passed..

Lies

Because I’ve been told to tell lies,
I can’t play my trump card; sound like a bard,
And talk of “you”,
taking everyone by surprise,
Because I’ve been told to tell lies,
about some object,
I can’t make you my subject; at any rate,
and say, an object can also be animate,
using argument, a lawyer’s sole device,
Because I’ve been told to tell lies
So, I can’t talk of your being,
which certainly isn’t a “thing”,
and say, it’s more fragrant than all the blossoms of spring,
I don’t have that choice,
Because I’ve been told to tell lies
Hence, I can’t say your beauty though indescribable,
is not a romantic thought,
you’ve truly been, the symbol of an imperceptible “ought”,
I can’t risk being true and nice,
Because I’ve been told to tell lies,
And so, I can’t talk of your inimitable gait,
which has no turbulence of youthful rivers,
and say, it is naturally tranquil, not deliberate,
I can’t pull off that stunt and confront, all the “Hows” and “Whys”
Because I’ve been told to tell lies
And do you think I can talk of your voice,
which isn’t another sound in the cacophonous noise,
and say it is music of silence manifesting itself in disguise?
No, that wouldn’t be a lie, howsoever precise,
And, I’ve been told to tell lies
So certainly, I can’t talk of your eyes,
and say, they’re not a pair of dark mirrors,
reflecting darkness of the world outside,
but doors to your luminous inner skies,
I can’t say that,
Because I’ve been told to tell lies
And obviously, I can’t talk of what I feel in your presence,
and see in your face,
and say, it’s a clue to some inconceivable grace,
as it would be true and unwise,
Because I’ve been told to tell lies!

Even Alphabetically!

wait I could till eternity...
but last i shan’t forever,
there’s room for serendipity
happen it might though never!

in this life you’ll hear me not;
again, i might not come
chance one more though if i got
may you be my mom!

my incurable malady
should then have a cure
with my self-styled enemy,
i’d settle then every score...

you might never hear my words,
not until the last day,
but can you escape silence too
and hear not what it says?

even when I’m gone,
will you never see?
“L” will always follow “K”
even alphabetically!

your hate, my trusted mate

long have i carried
the burden of your “hate”
and it’s been kinder than love,
for it makes no claim on my freedom
as love so often does.
Hence, i’m free to love you,
with all my heart,
without having to bother
about your expectations.
But Beware!
when i see the purity of your loathing,
my heart is filled with a deep longing
and i secretly conspire with it
to spoil it,
and endear myself to you.
May i never succeed,
for my freedom,
which is the source of my love,
would be lost
and i would not remain myself
as soon as i did.

WAVES

One wave rises, another subsides,
Who seeks whom?
And who hides?

being in love

“Am I in love?” you asked me,
Is there love in you, I ask thee;
Make no reply, just see.

Names and Humans

Great names fight,
wars for Greater names.
worthless humans die

A CRY

Fleeting clouds conceal,
The boundless, eternal sky.
A silent cry!

Grace

A tangible face,
conspicuous in absence-
an intangible grace!

love-hate

You love hating me,
I love your hate too,
It’s purer than their love!

FIGHTING A FLOWER...

I thought i could find a substitute,
but, i left a place n my heart turned mute,
And don't you see that nothing makes me write...?
the dawn breaks, my eyes see the light,
i wait for the muse until it is night,
hues all lost, its black and white,
N i can stand against the whole wide world,
but A FLOWER i cannot fight...:)!

SANITY-INSANITY...

when i hear the morning birds sing in their mirth,
when i see an untouched soul who's just taken birth,
When I watch the dancing stars- dots in the boundless space,
and feel this cosmos holding me too, in its loving embrace
when I turn to all the hues
and find that I have eyes
how much do I want to sing
to convey my sense of surprise
I did nothing to have it all,
and yet, it is true…
So to show my gratitude
I just say "I love you",
And when no trace of craziness they ever see in me,
of my sanity i get reassured,
and if that be insanity, may i never be cured:)