Urban India landscape, of developing cities, chaos and hope

Sour

Paint-peels

under the temple tree,
on wooden carts with bicycle wheels.

Coins and plastic cups of tea.

Grouped into two: deep red and dead black;
Sleepy fruits, on either side of rusting

iron scales down with weighing stones,
unsold and unappealing.

Hopelessly sour
your face, your mind

resigns hour by hour,
burnt by the afternoon sun.

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Rainy season

It surely is good to be alive to see the rain beating the roofs and streets furiously forcing all shapes and sizes of people to take shelter, waiting in submission and reverance for the sky to clear up. It's wet muddy monsoon-time; people always become one under the power of mother nature.

Anger

Things to do when I get anger attacks

1. Kiss my toes.
2. Drink iced tea
3. Sing a nursery rhyme
4. Look up for 10 minutes without blinking
5. Stand on one feet with both hands stretched upward.
6. Wear my lucky pants and dance.
7.
8.

Poetry heals

Let Love

(Laden with anxiety and disbelief,
you seem to have lost all hope
of finding comfort and relief.
you wonder if you can cope.

And I must let you know
you can still sail through this
if you did not know.
You are much better than this.

Do not whine or beg but...)


Let love come to you
like a sudden storm in the night.
Let it soak you
to the bones with wonder;
let it drench your heart
with laughter.
Let it come naturally
like flashes of lightning in the dark.

Let Love show you
the colors of life:
the glory of every sunrise
the warmth of friendship
and splashes of happiness
on the canvas of bliss.
Let it paint you
with smiles and promises
of trust and faith
and visions untold.

Let Love come to you
with open arms
vibrant and passionate,
like lilies in bloom
waltzing with the wind;
let it envelope you
with its fragrance
of abundance and joy.
Let it come naturally
like sun-kissed petals in spring-time.

Let Love take you
to a higher plane
of fulfillment and peace;
a spiritual journey
of unconditional loving.
Let it soar with you
above the clouds of doubt
gliding in freedom and hope.

Let love whisper to you
the secrets of life:
the power of belief,
the pleasure of giving,
and the beauty of togetherness.
Let Love grow with you
like a river
flowing endlessly,
into the ocean
of eternity.

Trapped in Time

There is no beginning, no end. I am here.
In the distance float dreams inside bubbles
down from ages drifting but cannot be here;
vision of “then”, fictitious and bleak, hobbles.

History and its waves of delusion, aged and unending,
conjuring up what is not: mirages for tomorrow;
disgruntled ripples of yesterday, loud and fuming,
rushing past what is; the body is drowned in sorrow.

Buried and bruised under heaps of foaming fear
brought by streams of screams—unheard noises,
deafening echoes of time—and madness, can’t you hear?
A Soul caught by rumbling dissonance of million voices.

Squashed between boulders of past and future, Mind rules
obsessed with maniacal speed--machines cannot care.
Drugged in deep slumber of mechanical dreams, time fools.
Body trapped in an illusion, lightless, can one dare?

From nothing to nothing—space to space—
to wake up to no beginning and no end, in space,
untangling the mesh of Time’s mess.
Here. Now. This Is. Timeless.