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

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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)