Circe

the credit card ,illusion of unlimited spending power, temptation.

 

 

Your glowing looks

And slender form

Captivated me- it was

Love at first sight.

When I hold you

In my hands

The world seems small to me.

You make me

Feel like a king

And rule my heart

Like a queen.

You make me live

Beyond my means

And lead me

To the gates of hell.

And yet I cant

Say no to you.

You hold me tight

With your magnetic charm.

You are the circe

Of the modern world.

O credit card,

Get away from me!

Ego

The way of the human ego and how mind encourages it…

Insignificant, tiny ego 

Casts large shadows 

On mind’s walls.

Sizing itself up

With its own shadows 

It gloats with pride. 

Intelligence, feeble,

Clouded by ignorance,

Fosters this illusion

And furthers its growth.

One day the dawn of wisdom

Shall burst upon the mind

And its sun rays 

Light up the mind’s skies 

In a fire-gold blaze;

Then those

Misleading shadows 

will be gone. 

And the ego,

Deflated,

Conquered,

Be dissolved 

In an epiphany 

Of light

Aiyo-Yo

India has moved from a culture of Aiyoyo to one of yo? Are we aping the west mindlessly

If you pierce your ears

Because mummy tells you so

It is aiyo

If you do it coz

Your gang is doing so

It is  cool yo

If you listen to songs

Using radio

Like your father did

It is aiyo

If you do it with

Headphones round your neck

It is hep yo

If you wear your jeans

With not a single patch

It is aiyo

If you wear it with

Holes that show your skin

It is hot yo

If you spell the words

In their natural form

It is aiyo

If you shorten them

And strip them off vowels

It is  fab yo

If your diction

Is just perfect

It is aiyo

If you roll your tongue

And let the words slur,

It is hip yo

If you shake hands

When you meet a friend

That is aiyo,

If your scene is

Doing high five or fist pumps

It is cool yo

If you read this song

On a computer

Like the  old times

It is aiyo

If you read it now

On a tablet or

A nifty wearable

Then it is  mod yo

Animal

Have we outgrown our animal nature…

There was a time

When the animal

Was buried

Deep within the man.

Civilized nature meant

That the veil was thick.

One would have to dig

Really deep before

The animal reared

It’s ugly head.

This, alas ,

Is the age of speed.

And everything is done

In double quick time.

And so it feels

That the veneer

Has grown really thin.

You just need

To scratch the surface now

And the animal comes

Roaring out.

There…

Where does God live? And what gift does he have in store for you?

Where ignorance and knowledge

Are lost in the infinity of wisdom,

Where the battle between

Virtue and sin is resolved

In the power of an infallible truth,

Where joy and sorrow are transformed

Into an immaculate delight

By an all pervasive bliss,

There, beyond certainty and doubt,

Beyond conflict and accord,

There He dwells,

Awaiting your arrival

With His gift of eternity

Back to the future

Battle between yesterday and tomorrow?… my take on time , despair and hope

The tomorrow I painted
In rosy hues
The day before yesterday
Has passed me by
In a grey dust of burdens
Yesterday.
Today was a battle
Between
Grief for the gone
And dreams for the ‘morrow.
Now I am sure
That clouds will lift
And Gods will smile–
Tomorrow.