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…
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
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
Familiar and refreshing
Yet unheard song
Sneaked into my mind-space
And started playing around
It hops on various emotions
Through black and white keys
Creating new tunes
With utmost ease
Sometime it tightens a string
To tune the black right
But soon it vanishes from sight
Only do I find it relaxing on a white
That I know has been too tight
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…
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…
Arunoday Times 