Sunday, 11 November 2007

While feeling low down


Sometimes (or always, as the musicians will claim),
Music has the power to heal.
But isn’t that impossible
When the ears are least receptive
to any sound
but the throbbing of blood in the temples?


Fear is a stupid emotion.
It boils itself in the
great abysses of the belly
With surges of emotions
flowing up till the throat—
And then you are forced to vomit it.
Shout! Cry! Faint!
Fall into the hands of the waiting support,
And make yourself vulnerable
To the exposure of itself—fear.

Wednesday, 31 October 2007

The Longing


It comes unbeckoned to none.

Begged for, waited for, tantalized,
And yet dalaying till ‘The Time’ comes.

Peace, tranquility- its synonyms,
Are further away.

I thirst to reach there.

In the rush and flow of life,
I have often missed its shores.

But once I do want to reach there.

I wish ‘The Time’ would come sooner.
The longing grows, and grows,
And grows, and grows, and…

Wednesday, 17 October 2007


‘All the darkness in this world
cannot put out a candle that is lit.’

So goes a Chinese proverb.

A ray of hope, they say,
can shatter all despair to irreparable pieces.

But where is the person to light the candle?
Who is the one to give me hope?

Candles are lit,
Every day,
In the lives of thousands.

But here I am,
Waiting with a candle in hand
For someone to light it…

Wednesday, 26 September 2007

Work of the words

All the words in this world
Could not form a consolation
to the despondent mind.
They seemed to be just letters
Arranging and rearranging themselves
and leaving no trace of their meanings.

The ears were echoing these futile words,
And somewhere was found some meaning
that seeped into the mind
to provide some relief and belief.

But how long would these words last
on the monitor of the mind,
until a screensaver diverts it?

And when will someone touch the mouse
to renew and revive the words?

Like a silly computer programme,
the mind runs,
dependent on external motivations.

Saturday, 8 September 2007

Failure poems

A shake of hands,

Few words exchanged,
And then a kiss
To seal my fate.
When I opened my eyes,
His part of the dream was over.
I wait for someoneto fill that part.


Like a pigeon on the window sill,
My heart waited for an entry
Into yours.
But the authoritative hands
of someone in there,
Drove me out.
I cannot fly far away;
I laid an egg in there.
I wanted you to know,
by barging in now and then,
But you never took the cue.

And now,
You have barred the doors.
My poor egg-
it lies-
unknown even to you.
Hope you check your attic
And at least discard it.

I don’t have the strength
to look at it again
in case I can get in again.


The atmosphere is radiating
in the glow of the fireworks,
And reverberating with their sound.
Here I am,
Unable to revel in the display,
Lost in the thoughts that set my heart afire,
Uncontrolled even by the ocean of the eyes.

And like hot lava flowing into water
And cooling itself,

The heart finds refuge in the eyes.

Thursday, 6 September 2007

Against the Current


Things become really difficult
When you want to go against the tide.
Hasn’t technology yet invented a machine
to cross the ocean against the current?

The little stone dropped by someone out there
Caused quite a few ripples in the smooth water.
But what to do when creatures within
Start bumbling up and down,
Never allowing the ripples to recede?


If the clouds can move around,
hit each other,
and rain,
Why not human beings?

Every answer leads to a question.
Answering questions can be difficult.
Especially when you yourself aren’t clear about things.
The problem is,
questions keep arising out of nowhere,
Like mosquitoes after monsoon.
Give me a permanent solution, Lord-

either preventive or curative.

Thursday, 30 August 2007


Work, work, work.
Is there nothing
in this world,
except work?
From an infant,
to a senescent,
everyone’s working.
Except me.

Why amn’t I working?
Let’s see.
I'm lazy.
I'm tired.
I’m sleepy.
I’m bored.
full of excuses.
And absolutely no excuse
for giving an excuse.

Maybe the law of inertia
Is the only one I heed to.
Or else, why don’t Newton’s
Laws of action
propel me to activity?
Science, Psychology or Philosophy
Are too well explored to expose my mind.
It is still a space needing discovery.

Sunday, 19 August 2007


I have work at hand.
My brain is storming,
Not with ideas,
But with excuses
of not getting on with it.

A bout of ennui,
once or twice, is fine.
But what of this permanent siesta
That the mind wants to enjoy?

External factors are prodding me to continue.
But how to go about doing
What the mind does not want to,
is the question.

the day’s predictions,
give no indications of a problem,
or its solution.
I look in vain to find either.
What’s this that is happening,
even without the knowledgeof my stars? Or the planets???