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.

 

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)

An app for that

an app can solve every problem..can it?

Do you have an app

To quell the thousand thoughts

Thronging on my mind’s shores?

To taser the countless desires

Threatening to burn me up?

To vaporize the numberless fears

That are crippling me with

Their vice like grip?

Do you have an app for that?

Life

A look at the origin and meaning of life

Why does a lie

Engulf this life?

Why does this life

Conceal an if?

Is life just an entry

In God’s mystic file?

An evil snake, a vile lie,

A forbidden fruit-

Was this the fault line

On which life rose?

Is life a lie

Struggling through eons

Fulfilling itself and

Forever joyless

Seeking a truth

It does not even know?

Or is it just a failure

An impotent darkness

Trying forever

To hide the effulgent Light?

At the heart of this life

Is a mighty if .

Two are the branches

That rise from its fork

 

You can choose virtue or

You can choose vice

You can choose the false or

You can choose the truth

 

If you choose to walk

On the path of the false

Maya will be life for

Ages more to come

 

If you choose right and

And follow the Light

An embalming peace

Shall engulf thy soul

Vast grow thy soul

Vaster than the universe

Ego shall be dissolved

Dissolved the ‘I’ in life

Transformed by thy choice

Life shall be the triune glory

Light, Felicity and Eternity

Change

The changing face of India…

Sex before marriage
Is no longer a taboo
Living together
Has become so passé
Our weddings have now
Built in western elements-
The bridegroom
Now proposes
To his fiancé
The day before his marriage.
Divorce is no longer
Rated on par with
Death in the family.
Single parent families
Are part of the
Social fabric.
Don’t look now,
The elephant
Is changing.