Tears

tears only you shall get,
being a poet
that’s what in your fate.
if it’s only tears
that I be blessed with,
shall collect all the tears,
yes, I shall,
and treasure them well.
the day when
nature takes her blessings away,
and life becomes a barren desert,
may be, just may be,
my dear,
those drops of tears
shall be most precious
gift of life.

Live your own life

the bird sings merrily

oblivious that it makes

many happy.

does the bird sings

because it is happy?

does it even know

what happiness is?

does it even care?

it sings merrily,

as the hawk up above

eyeing its next meal,

prepares to dive.

as the song ends abruptly,

observer comments

on cruelty of nature.

does he even understand

the bird had lived

its own life?

Performance

heart in turmoil
a calm face
emotions masked well
we dance through the day

trained actors we are not
but give an
Oscar winning performance
those who are blessed
to enjoy life
as they chose
nature’s beauty abounds

those hunkered down
by the weight of the world
oblivious,
focussed only from
where the next meal comes

panhandler on the street corner
is she there by choice
on this day there will be someone
who will lose all hope
and give up
as the charade continues

life goes on
we chose the masks
that fit us well
willing or not
performance must go on

Sunday musings

If life would have followed mathematics

Life would have been simple

One plus one would be two

and two plus two would be four

But in life one plus one

May be eleven

Or the answer may be zero

Or intedeterminate

All depends on what’s

Wanted from life

And what’s willing to be given up

Many a time

Need and want

Passion and profession

Belong to mutually exclusive clubs

Maybe, just maybe

Life still is a mathematical model

Built around a set of

Complex equations full of

Irrational numbers

Bitterness of sweet(talk)

My love, don’t ask me why

Amongst friends we argue and fight.

Why we seem to be at each other’s throats,

At all times when we meet and talk,

And then hug and part with eyes moist.

Don’t you see all the sugars in sweet talks

Resulted in the problems of life now,

That we pay dearly to untangle and solve?

Friends who seen through bitterness the love beyond,

Will never be enticed by the poison of meaningless sweet talks.

Others are just pebbles on the road, here today, gone tomorrow,

In search of sweet talks to drown their sorrow.

Busy

I keep myself busy

To find answer to the puzzle

Why do we need to

Keep ourselves busy.

And for that matter

People call me lazy,

Their logic, I found very fuzzy.

Or they must have a life very easy.

While they sweat running in circles,

And jump into their cars

To sit in traffic that’s quite busy,

I scratch my head to think

Why solving pollution is not easy.

I call my friend to discuss the issue,

But the line is always busy.

Get an instant message back,

Very, very busy,

Send me a text, will respond,

When find some time

From a schedule quite busy.

Answering thousands of social media messages,

It’s not very easy,

Of late, social media keeps

Everyone very busy.

Being social,

It’s a life not very easy.

Lost my chain of thoughts,

Brain must have been quite busy,

How to keep safe from Corona virus

It’s a task not that easy.

Life won’t stop for you

Only absolute truth,

Once born,

One day have to leave.

The date, time, place

And mode may be hidden, but

Truth shall make us free to

Concentrate in living.

Explore unfettered by the constraints

Of figuring out what’s going to happen,

Because the answer is already known.

So engage vigorously in living,

Every day, every moment.

Will be confronted with challenges,

At times seemingly unsurmountable,

but the path only moves forward.

In the barren deserts of past participles,


No flower blooms.


Nothing happens there, except

A sense of gloom and doom.


Can do only what can do,


What’s not in our hands, why bother?

Move forward, move forward.

Life not going to stop for you.

Love is not blind

Those who profess by

Love at first sight,

Are also the ones

Brainwashed by the notion

Love is blind.

Like a fine wine

Mellowed by age,

A taste enhanced,

And value soared,

Love that has withstood

The test of time,

Seen the ebb and flow

Of life,

Good times and the bad,

That’s the love

That thrives.

The wrinkles of time,

Unkind to the beautySkin deep,

Dims the sights,

Enhancing the glow

That burns steadily

Deep down in the heart,

Whispers,

Love is not blind,

Love is not blind.