Just work on

Daily Chore, tedious it may seem

The mundane routine, circle traversed

Yoke pulled for fun or despair,

Drudgery that I indulge in

Have its some unusual perks for me.

In its refuge I escape the pain

Inflicted by the memories

Those come scavenging on me

Those without repair but bring remorse.

I just slog in the time of strife or fun,

For I may continue to dwell

In the elongated shadows of obliviousness

That may dwarf your sweet retentions

For I will not bear the agony

That they impregnate me with

When left in solitude.

 

To the Himalayas

Oh! the mighty one.
The bosom of the mother earth.
Adorned in pristine snow.
That shines like sheet of jewels
Bestowed liberally over you.
The nourishing stream that ooze out.
For ages cradle the life beneath
You haughtily stand, the sole guard.
The chosen dwelling of the Gods.
Habitat of the Yogis.
Numerous mysteries enfolded in your lap.
Older than the old yet newer than the new,
Inviting to be explored yet un-submissive.
Garlanded by the serpentine roads.
Camouflaged in the wealth of green
You bestow the boons to the man.
Yet they seem to challenge you.
Engage you in a mindless war.
Where whoever looses
Defeat is ours.

The Melodrama of Election

The Drama enfolds.

The actors appear for their best performances

(Not literally though)

Yet they say they are the best.

Say? They proclaim it aloud.

The game of mudslinging they indulge in.

And they are good at it.

And only thing they are good at.

Accusations fly, the air is thick and hot.

None to be left behind.

It’s the Kumbh of democracy.

All want a dip in the confluence of power.

But the dilemma shall prevail.

For the good words veil the intent.

No touchstone could revel

The good from bad.

Yet The We would choose.

And bundle the bouquet of thorns

And gift it our own selves.

And easy will sit the head that bears the crown.

Prisoner of fate.

What remains…..as all fails.

When the darkness sollows all

In deepest of menories

The shadows that lurk.

All what remains is errie.

I muster some courage

To make a dash

All soreness does permit

Is a limply drag

Who hopes escape?

When the angels prey

Upon what they defend.

Sounds of Sorrow

In the Bleak times,

When lights dim,

Feet falter, Sadness engulfs,

Piercing wail curbed in the heart

Fails to announce

The pain I bear

Foreboding load that mind carries.

Crushes the soul.

Could I unburden the past?

The fountain of sorrow

Still untraced,

The perennial spring flows

Drenched I stand.

Still unscathed?

Now that I doubt!

For Long I endured

The earthlings limit

Spares me not

So I too do crumble

In a soundless shatter

Shreds Strewn all around.

What courage will it take

To gather the tatters

Which no tailor could sew

The garment one whole

So let me remain without soul.

Poet of fit and start?

Streak of creativity strikes,

A rare muse crosses my path,

Yet fail to ignite that fire,

The rusted pen hardly writes,

Scarce words the hardly express,

Mind conjures faded images,

That holds not long,

River of thought runs through the desert,

The drought is long,

Could the famine of ideas end?

Will the barren mind bear the frit?

Scorched and parched the heart remains,

Thirsting for the downpour,

Denied the nectar that configures,

Sweetness, scent that bees seek,

The thrust that impregnates,

Plants the germ,

That when grows fulfills the life. 

On Loneliness

No spark of light shown,

No feet to crack the twig,

No breath to stir the wind,

The silence reigns.

For years in the fortress of loneliness,

Confound to an un-ending slumber,

Glass walled from the outer world,

The solitude prevails.

What force could bring me out?

What desire be lit?

What noise will stir the heart?

For untouched it remains.

In you I shall find all

Alights from the chariot of Light,

Dressed in Garments that dazzle,

Bestowing peace and surround in serenity,

The sorrows dissolve in thee,

The calmness explodes and fears absolved.

Spreading the radiance in which

The long entrenched darkness absorbed.

Freedom dawns…

The chained mind breaks away

No boundaries enclose the true being,

When you descend on me

The real me rises

Awaken from a never ending slumber.

Leave me not in engulfed in the dreams

That I may walk away from thee

Forge a bond and pull me closer

 For I belong to none but you  

 For In you I shall find all.

The lull before the storm

Silence!

Did you hear that stomach rumble of hunger…

The rumble growing to a thunder…..

Thunder that drowns every other sound

Listen…..pay head to it.

What  stamped as downtrodden and lowly being

May be soon slithering up the throne

To spew the venom

Hear!

The sounds of churning…..

Halahal ready to be brewed .

And no Shiva in sight to drink it.

The parched throats have waited for long

Quench them before they may seek the blood

Minds need to be chiseled

Achievers may be carved out.

Or they may develop the edges

Sharp to inflict the wounds.

Arise, and act to avert the storm that comes

Damn it path with the boulders of some action

(Action, a rare commodity these days)  

Mitigate it with tremendous desire to serve.

For the hand that rules should be the hand that feeds.

 

Where Love Leads?

This morning (like all others) world will wake up to raise the toast to it.
I embark upon a journey to know it yet.
That so pristine feeling that fills the heart,
Yet leaves some void,
I dare not step in that uncharted land,
You pull me in, with an unknown might.
Shall I succumb to it?
Mystery lures me and reason fails
Fortress crumbles, and the defenses gone.
(Who cares, the smile says)
Thoughts sucked out, blank mind remains,
Fill it afresh, clean slate awaits to be chalked
Heaven or hell, it’s a new world,
Will take some time to come out
Of this tricky maze you lead me in.
Alone I will be lost forever.
So leave me out or make it to the end
For once lost is lost forever.