Thursday, July 16, 2015

We, the herds

One foot behind another,
lefts and rights, in tandem;
Slowly they clump, together.
Marching up the hill and down,
Going round and round.
Inevitably in circles, stranded.
Nudging one’s nose
in
    and
out
of each other’s rears;
Followers snooping into followers
And eventually into their hypothetical leaders.
A congregation led by different doctrines,
blindfolded, dipped in a myriad of shades;
Baptized, whitewashed, charcoaled
and a sizeable number: daubed in grey.
With a minority, rainbow smeared
And a majority faking the polychromatic paint;
We, the herds, of HIS pasture;
Mooch in self-righteousness
Snubbing the Shepherd.

Monday, April 06, 2015

Once the Sculptor 
dropped the chisel 
and the hammer;
He heaved a sigh 
And humbly smiled.
For he knew his creation
will one day, crumble;
And it could be when
he still has a pulse.
Or, when he had
fulfilled his purpose.
That dawn, all sorrow
would turn to joy.
When the resting
and he would rise 
to meet the Risen.

hide

Between the curtains,
Under the table,
Beneath the cot,
Inside the dried up
overhead tank,
Under the staircase,
Behind the couch,
Atop the roof or
Tucked into an attic.
We all had our own fort
where even the sun sought
our permission to seep in.
Our kingdom where
we reigned and
found refuge;
And then came Time;
The sly intruder to mess up the order.
Invincible,
Irreversible;
Slipped right through us
When we seldom
had a clue.
Greasing our grips
and loosening our fists
From the gates
Of innocence and imagination;
And we outgrew those spaces that contained us.
Alas, for many,
the forts remained.
The walls:
Invisible,
Unscalable.
Built around us
with our minds.
Then,
we had our hiding place some place else.
Now,
we conveniently hide within ourselves.

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

The Privacy Fallacy


"Trespassers will be prosecuted"
"Do not disturb"
"Beware of Dogs"
Well, some of these signs 
along with two or more locks on your door. 
And a sky high fortress of walls,
four or more;
Is all you have to ward those
eyes in the sky.
But your windows
are as bare naked as
their peering eyes.
With blinds rolled up
and curtains slid to corners,
they have the best view 
to your so called private suite.
After all, privacy is a fallacy.
For the fortress you assume 
you live in
Is nothing but 
the Emperor's new clothes.

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

flip

Unfurled and gliding;
Like a waving flag 
Torn free from its pole.
He just hovered for a while 
till he caught an airstream.
Riding high, 
riding low;
Rode the currents 
like a ray in the ocean.
Melded amongst 
the circling Kites, 
in perfect symmetry;
     
He saved his verve 
to soar in one go.
Slipped stealthily, 
And detached from the coiling tornado.
Making rectangular shaped slots
In gigantic, unsuspecting clouds; 
He winged and slid 
through the slit of the horizon.
Making way out of this earth 
He wished to leap in outright elation; 
But, he lay suspended in space, in doldrums.
The Magic Carpet was now under a vertiginous hex; 

That instant, a pair of soiled boots
Marched and halted on his face; 
Stomped, dusted;
Waking him up 
From his routine pipe dream;
Ruffled, for not more than a minute;
He resumed, slipped back to slumber.
Awoke swooping down, 
And took off over
a floor of dandelions.
Dream after dream 
The Foot Rug chose to live, unperturbed by reality.

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

ForbidEden

Mankind’s quest for greener pastures 
Has seldom ceased, since genesis; 
From the time when the first seed 
of greed was sown by the fallen;
That lured them to sink their teeth 
deep into the forbidden.
To this day as He commanded, 
through painful toil
they eat off the soil.
Cast out and on exile,
they still labour 

to reclaim the lost Eden.

Sunday, October 12, 2014

ink

She was 7 when she got back home
from school with ink on her palms;
He smiled and offered her tissues.

She was 21 when they were getting back home
from the parlour with ink on her arm;
She smiled and offered him tissues.