The moving finger writes.............

(2008) Dark night, Silence and shadows… I see a person who sits, all alone, Immersed in thoughts. I take a step Through the shadows. I ask him, Is he thinking Of what he has left behind? And what he is No more? The transition; Simplicity to complexity; “Progress”…… Which has been attained; Has it left a void somewhere, My friend? Do the birds still chirp? Does dawn still bloom In crimson red? Does sunlight still come Streaming through the morning window? Does the child of five Still run after Bright butterflies in the sun And glowworms by the moonlight? Does he still believe That nothing Can go wrong in life? Is he still Afraid of the dark? Does he still know how to cry? And does he still sing From the heart and not Merely the lips? Does he still know himself? …….Or, has spring progressed To autumn, And the shadows turned grey And the embers within Dimmed out with the years? Has innocenc...

(2001) The sun, when it came up this morning, Seemed to ask me, smiling through its rays- "Who do you want to be; Yourself, or another? What are your dreams, desires, hopes, And what are you heading towards? Can you see these walls encircling you, Can you see impending doom in these fetters? And you, complex amalgamation of lesh, nerves, sinew And hopes, dreams, desires- What do you really want To gain from the process you call life? Would you like it to be a petty charade Like that of listless processionists in a rally Or would you like it to be a joyful parade Like that of victorious soldiers?" This, the sun asked me As I lay in bed in morning's early hour. Shortly after, the clouds came, covering the sun, And they seemed to ask me- "What is more important, To set yourself free and suffer for it? Or to be fettered, but to prosper? To be happy might be glorious, And freedom might seem like bliss, But there are bindings everywhere, There are conventions to foll...

(2001) Silent lies the night, Like the deceased's shroud; The wind brushes by, Like the cold caress of mortality. Slumber reigns in every household; The voice of life has subsided. But, I stay on my lonely vigil- Accompanied by the stars, Accompanied by my solitude And my thoughts And my happiness, my tears, My hopes, my despair, My courage, and my fears. Lying under the canopy Of the great, wide, unending sky, My thoughts turn into a kaleidoscope Of emotions, of events, Of faces, of voices, Of jovial days and ruthless nights; My life as a vast unending sequence That bridges yesterday and tomorrow. Where did it go- All that I loved? Where did it fly- All that I dreamt? And when did it happen, how- That I became what I had not been? The night does not respond To any of these queries; It just stretches on Into a vast area of darkness, It just dulls The blazing despair of the day; It does not fill The deep void within. The last dying embers of the household lights Burn out, one by ...

(2001) Imagine you are happy once again Like you long, long ago, used to be; Imagine your troubles melted away And your body and soul set forever free. Imagine you are flying on the wings of the wind, Fuelled by a childlike, imaginative mind; Imagine you are again what you used to be- Happy, loving, trusting and kind. Imagine the melody of a far-away tune Floating in the wind, dancing in the breeze; Imagine the soft caress of the rippling winds As they fly towards you, over land and seas. Imagine you had love, and a lot of it to spare For those who need it, whose needs are true; Imagine all your dreams coming to life And all your wishes coming true for you. Imagine you have left this cruel world behind And all your disappointments to their rightful place; Imagine you have left the dark nights behind And are looking forward to happy, sunny days... This world may be rough, life may be tough, But your imagination can set you free; If you imagine your life to be beautiful again- Reme...

(2001) When the mind begins to stretch outwards, like an ever-flowing stream; Expanding out in the quest of a long-suppressed dream. When logic loses its sting and reality binds no more; When emotions lash the mind like waves on the sea-shore. When beauty comes back to the soul and baseness does not bind; When hatred loses its jarring din and love rules in the mind. When hope comes back to free our minds from the shackles of despair; When bindings seem to be no more and freedom is in the air. When all we have is the real us, and our hearts do not attempt; To conceal the beauty within them from the cruel world's contempt. When God comes down and lives in us, when truth once again reigns; Then hopes of deliverance come to the world easing its despair and pains.