Just another day

Is it just another day when you are caught on the roads in heavy rains?

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Just another day, that is what we  say,
Cars are packed on roads, traffic jams whole day,
Everywhere you go, signals on the blink,
During rainy days, how the roads do shrink,
This is Bombay life, welcome to our way

People are fighting for the right of way,
There is so much noise, can’t hear what they say,
Roll the windows up, God! how garbage stinks,
Just another day

Sky is full of clouds painted in dark gray,
If you are stuck on roads, you can only pray,
Umbrellas in bloom -black, blue, red and pink,
Into potholes now, people’s cars will sink,
On the passersby water cars do spray,
Just another day


PS: This is a rondeau written about the Bombay monsoon. As some of you would have guessed, the rondeau  consists of 15 lines in three stanzas split into 5 lines/4lines and 6 lines.

The first half of the first line becomes the refrain that repeats  at the end of second and third stanzas.

 

Rhyming Riddle

The Society of Classical Poets held a Rhyming Riddle Contest recently.My poem  titled “One or two” was featured under  the ‘honourable mentions’ column.

If you want to check the original page it is here

I am giving below the poem itself

 

One or two

 

My name means two things that you get to see

You consume one, the other consumes you,

As far apart as the sky from the sea,

A part of your daily life are these two

 

One causes addiction, another cures,

Their forms and functions are different too,

One gives you protection from illness sure,

Other-knowledge and entertainment too.

 

From the attacks of illness one screens you

One a screen that takes you to another world

One is given by doctors to help you,

One is bought in vanity truth be told.

 

You can’t live without one is what you think

And the other keeps your health in the pink

 

Embrace

When you realise your oneness with God, you become whole

Onesky

 

When you start to sense

The embrace of the One

There is no ‘when’

For always it is now

There is no ‘where’

Because everywhere is here

Time is not tense

For peace is the rule

Desire’s darts do not

Drill holes in your being

And you are whole-

Again.

Social Divine

 

You are the status update

God is posting daily

All your moods and updates

He is planning gaily

You are the selfie

The formless one is taking

In all your little movements

He is only acting

You are the countless forwards

He is sharing daily

Between Him in you

And Him in all

To keep the drama going

You are His emoticons

In all the countless replies

Smiling, crying

Loving, hating

Expressing His feelings

Between Him in all

And Him in you

Through His

Countless icons

You are that

You are the god-seed waiting to sprout,

You are the avatar in forgetful sleep,

You are the statue hidden in stone,

You are a form of the infinite one.

You are the immortal in mortal frame,

You are a ray of the eternal flame,

A king who has forgotten his royal throne,

A capsule that contains a raging typhoon.

You are the ocean that lives in a shell,

A magician bound by his own magic spell,

All-seeing caught in an obscuring haze,

All-knowing lost in a mind-numbing daze.

Wake up from thy sleep now, reclaim thy fame,

Bring out the god hidden inside thy frame,

Know that you are one with All and the One

The One being known everything too is known

(published earlier in medium under the same title)

Kurukshetra

His legs caught

In the quicksand

Of desire,

His mind lost

In the splendors

Of the spirit,

He is the field

Of eternal struggle;

The Light and the darkness

Waging an everlasting battle

For his soul.

Desire, weakened,

Does not let him go yet,

Spirit, not fully awakened,

Cannot set him free.

He speaks like a saint,

Yet is snared by desire;

Aims for the heavens,

Can’t get out of the mud.

He is the modern Kurukshetra,

The animal man

With a nascent Divinity.

 

(published in medium under the same name)

Sound effects

The collective mind

Is now conditioned by complexity.

Simplicity went out

Centuries ago.

The sound of horse steps

Have been replaced

By the screeching of tires

Or the whistle of the locomotive.

The pounding of the pestle

Has given way to the

Screeching of the mixer blender.

Sound world now

Is a structured chaos,

Speed clashing with

Many toned harshness.

Harmony has been demonetized.

Poetry now speaks-

Through broken edges-

It burrs cutting through

Your mind’s skin

And drawing blood.

Words now have to

Spew acid fumes

That burn your senses.

Edgy rules;

The rest – is edged out

 

(originally published in medium under the title times)