In Love With Imagination

You are the one

In my thoughts

My vision

Perhaps, surely

You are a stranger certainly

But have always stayed inside me

Inside my mindscape

On my thought’s page

You may be something unsaid

But you are the poetry of my life

Silent movements of your lips

Are symphonies in my life

With my face on your bosom

I long for the comfort of your dark hair

And inhale the familiar fragrance

A figure emerges in my vision

Perhaps personification

Of a thought,

That has been around

For ever…

I remember

That dark part of the day

Tight grip of hands

But our looks away

Growing warmth and sweat

Hearts that beat together

Were to separate

This had to happen

I was in love with someone

Created by my Imagination

I think…

Theater of Life

What am I to say

What am I to do

Whether I am to stay

Or must I go

Is it up to me

Or is it up to you

I guess,

Nothing is up to anyone

It happens when it happens,

Till then behind the curtains

We must arrange our things

When the time comes

When the curtain opens

All will be exposed

And judged

By hundreds of gods

Sitting quietly in the dark

Watching like a hawk

The gods decide

Who was good and did well

Who was good but did not do well

Who was bad yet did well…

40 Years of Prithvi Theater

Unique World

Today may be the day, that will change everything

For me, for you and for everyone else

Be aware, be alert and be open to openings

Look deep into the eyes of new opportunities

Don’t reject anything just because you haven’t seen it

Life is not about recycling old stuff

It is about generating new ideas from that stuff

Or ideas from the newer stuff

Don’t be scared of the new

Every day the dawn is unique

This day has never been in your life before

Every moment of your life has never been around

A bird that just said something;

Has never said it earlier

A leaf that just fell from the tree hasn’t ever done it

Every wave that you see on the river is unique

It has never been exactly the way it is now

Every emotion that is being expressed

Has never been expressed before

Exactly the way it is being done now

Every spoken word is unique

Every moment is unique

Every breath is unique

Every ‘she’ is unique

Every ‘he’ is unique

Everyone has to chart his own unique path

With unique routes

Unique steps

We cannot be anything

But unique

That is the only way, we all are

And always will be

Future Steps in Present

I have been noticing that my present

Seems to be reducing its presence

As though a process of fading out

Of life in the present has started

Though an impossible situation

Fading out present!?

People, situations, conversations

Seem to be gradually getting distant

If not distant, exactly

Hazy and unclear; certainly

The things that were, right in front

Started moving towards unknown

As if a curtain is falling

Between me and them

Reducing visibility and hearing

I need to figure

Why does my sight get fogged

With color of brownish earth

And why do I hear the chirping birds

A large banyan tree appears

It’s beautiful shoots eagerly stretching down

As they look towards the ground

Hidden under numerous banyan shoots

Someone sits, quiet and aloof

Long hair, long beard, chest bare

Looking somewhere with a constant stare

With his eyes half shut

It was difficult to judge

The object in his vision

But he surely looked down

At bare earth or the ground

And then with a pleasant jolt

I discovered the source

Of that nagging brown layer;

In front of his relaxed constant stare

I was seeing what he saw there

I know, it is impossible; but it is here

Living Dead

What is life?

Is my life or your life, is life?

Or what throbs between us, is life?

Are the people around us living?

Are they living because we see them moving,

Eating, drinking, walking, talking

Fighting, loving or… even thinking

Is that considered life?

For a businessman producing a good product is life

For a worker, working sincerely is life

For doctors saving patient’s life is life

For patients following doctor’s advice is life

For teachers educating young is life

For students learning from teacher is life

For soldiers fighting with enemy is life

For citizens being alert is life

For a baby-sitter caring is life

For rich and powerful being kind to weaker is life

For farmers producing for the nation is life

But are all these living doing,

What they are supposed to be doing

Or they are merely walking and talking

Six men rape a 25 year old student

Three men rape a 15 year old in a car

A politician and his forty cronies rape a young girl for months

Girls in a home for handicapped raped

Fifteen year old raped

Twelve year old raped

Ten years old raped

Seven years old raped

Five years old…

Crowd protests against unceasing rapes

Police officer slaps a protesting girl

Minister says watch TV at night for population control

A minister tells farmers to urinate

And irrigate their fields

One group burns down another in a train

Starting a long retaliatory killing chain

No one is there to do anything

Stop anything

I think no one here is living

I guess the buck stops with me

All this ends with me

It ends with my end

I am also dying

Dying, because I am thinking

We all are dead

Dead nations

Dead priests

Dead faiths

In a dead world

Dead people in a dead world

Our Secrets

We have days and nights

Due to the sun, and its light

But does the sun itself know

What is day and what is night?

I was told that all the stars

Go to sleep during day

I wished that next night again

They will come out to play

Sand storms blind him there,

While the rain does it here

When it is so hot here,

It is freezing cold elsewhere

Let us sit together and narrate,

The tales from our side of life

Me, then you and then she

Will throw open her life

The shames and the secrets

And all that mattered

Throw out everything

And make your heart lighter