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

Guest Song

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

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…