Questions questions

As long as I was there

I was there.

I was there

You were there

But were you there?

You were there somewhere

But not there

I mean with me there

Yes physically we were there

In the same space together

Within two feet of each other

That felt like a light year far

You couldn’t break

The maze of your thoughts

Yes, you did look at me

Or was it through me

You remained focused

Perhaps on the infinity

Did you see infinity through me?

It felt strange

I shook myself, got up

And walked off

Even after a few paces

I felt whizzing inside my head

I stopped, waited and turned

You still gazed at a distance

Oddly enough you had a smile

Perhaps because I had gone a mile

Gem hunter

Let me look into your eyes

To get the comfort of drowning

Once again

In that deep blue, ocean

Or is it blue deep, ocean

Your flickering eye-lids

Getting confused

Finding my eyes so near

Inches away

My hungry eyes wish to dive in yours

Looking for valuable gems

I need those gems

Transparent gems of promises

Blue gems of love

Yellow gems of friendship

Maroon ones for passion

But my eyes got lost

In the maze of your confused eyes

Burning objects crisscrossed

Confusing me

What were those things?

Why did they not allow me in

Beyond that firewall

I couldn’t find any promise

Or passion

Even friendship

Alas there was no love to be found

I am not a gem collector

I am hungry for them

I need your eyes to say something

Give me a faint hint

A little hope if they could

Something like, “try next time”

Or, “of course it is possible”

“I can’t say it right now”

I feed on such flimsy lies

For the hunger of my heart

For the sake of my survival

For the sake of my sanity

Owning nothingness

Gautam announced,

“Today is the best day of my life!”

Everyone was surprised – happily

But strangely no one noticed it

They tried to find it on him

In him,

The happiness

In fact he is never happy

He is also never sad

I guess that is not really normal

He is so ‘in between’,

Sadness and happiness

I don’t know what state is that?

But it seems it works for him

To be in that ‘in between’ state

But how does it matter to Gautam                       

Or to anyone else for that matter

Is it not a good thing to be happy?

Or is it bad to be sad?

But if you are sad and you can find ‘why’

Then you can work on it

To remove the problems making you sad

It is a good approach

Very practical

Very normal

Everyone should try to improve their lives

And other’s

But… what if nothing is wrong at all?

That, I guess is a very impractical idea

No one has that kind of life

No one can get it

Anyone living, has problems

So if Gautam is in that ‘in between’ state

How does he benefit?

Everyone knows he had his share of troubles

Perhaps much bigger than many of us

His family

Parents, wife, children

His kingdom

Violent wars

Watching dead

Cremating friends

In his search for the truth

Search for himself

He is not trying to reclaim his glorious past

He is comfortable with what he has lost

And with what he has today

And also with the thought

That tomorrow there may be nothing

Out of all the nothingness that he owns today

Beauty of incompleteness

Been toying with an idea
To find a world, where…
No no, you don’t worry
Its not about your broken promises
Incomplete plans
Half hearted friendship…
I will carry them with me
To another world
I am not even sure about
After all
Is it necessary
That every wish
Of everyone
Should be fulfilled?
Incompleteness too can be beautiful
In fact it is,
Beautiful
Have you seen flowering buds?
Aren’t they better looking
Than fully bloomed flowers
What about
The new moon
Half a moon
Half naked woman or a man
Half open lips
Half shut eyes
Romance of a half nod
Committing neither yes, nor no
I wish to discover such a world
Where forgotten promises
Broken relationships
Unfulfilled dreams
Friendships left half way
In fact,
Incompleteness itself
Is celebrated,
Respected,
Even if halfheartedly…

What a Wonderful World

This world is so wonderful

Unbelievable and magical

The sun rises cool orange in morning

And sets as deep red in evening

We have dark nights and bright days

Due to hide and seek the sun plays

Sun makes it bright during day

At night darkness gets to play,

So wonderfully they share a day…

Plants too welcome and like the sun

Each day they are happy to see him

Leafs and flowers smile

Appreciate and thank him

For what they get from his light

What a wonderful site…

Birds live on the trees and shrubs

Different shapes, sizes and colors

Each bird loves to sing

They have a song, so they sing

Hundreds of them make a symphony

And for them it is never one too many

Their religion is singing

When one stops other comes on top

This wonderful symphony does not stop…

No one can find earth’s end

It is like a huge round orange

We could run around it

Without falling off the edge

Outside it is cool, crusty and welcoming

But its inside is hot, molten and forbidding

Earth rotates and revolves

It also wobbles like an unstable drunk

Nice to know that she’s having fun…

We also have seas and oceans

Their face may be noisy and violent

But deep inside is spiritual and non-violent

There is much more life in the depths of an ocean

Throbbing, growing undisturbed, quietly

With peace and zero anxiety

There is also a barter going on

Between the sun, oceans

Plains and mountains

They barter in forms of water

The sea cleans the atmosphere

And also regulates the temperature

Oh, what a wonderful nature…

Non-existent existence

I was a just a point

A dot

In a state of singularity

I had no face, no body

No heart or brain

No identity or name

But that was real ‘me’

Entirely me

It was blissful being that dot…

Now there are trillions of dots inside me

In my body, in my brain

All these dots interact with each other

And with other dots in the universe

Getting entangled

They fight and cry

Love, hate, even rejoice

Sometimes outside dots order my dots around

In another moment my dots want to run the world

Want to own the world…

I miss that early state

That one dot was much more sacred

Than all these trillions put together

My originality is lost due to multiplicity

I wish to return to my original state

Non-existent existence