Rest

So deep in rest am I today,

And I think it won’t be enough.

I won’t wake up until it’s night,

Or a morning that I so hate.

 

Clever these people are, knowing where they would go,

And will move their bodies in hustle.

Messages will be pinged, appointments be made,

Places will they travel, quite a spectacular show.

 

Love, hatred, riches will be on display,

Their learnt lessons will be applied.

Will they lose or will they win,

Their day will answer all their queries.

 

Stepping out of a gloom and entering another,

It’ll be easy to forget which one was worst.

Juggling a lot each time will be the thing,

Till their days won’t be over.

 

I’ll watch them go, there they will be,

I’ll secure my wants for another life to come.

I’ll go once, a shot in the air,

Never to reach back, never to fear.

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Stay Home

Don’t you move, neither a bit,

It’s hot outside and it’ll hurt you bad.

So dear are you to me, chirping and eating together,

All life, all places, all eyes are you and me.

Pile up the stairs with poison,

On the floor should no concrete be left.

Hide all the blessings presbyter gave you,

Somewhere else should you be resting in peace.

That’s a moving car displaced in space,

Need not you care shall you be stationary.

Stay calm, silent and reverb in the past,

That’s what will drive you from all your misery.

They call you free, close-ended motionless body,

Let them know you think what they don’t.

And let them be mad about what you do,

Because work alone won’t fix what you want to.

Care not you what seasons come,

Hilarious they are, some falling leaves, ice on a mountain.

What careers there are, people to fall for,

Some dreaded corner of the world, some disguised serenity.

I go and you stay home,

Should you obey what these walls tell you to do,

These pathways leading you to bedrooms are heaven’s,

Keep them enchanted and let no complain come.

The Good Thought

It’s a good place to be, a bed,

Cozy, safe, away from the world, closer to heart.

Leaving all the sense people make,

Leave it all on the pillow and blanket.

Pick up a screen and skim through places,

Pristine, supreme, rough or dry.

Oh! Wee-wee what’s she upto?
Another guy and another dress she’s draped in!

Look, hear and believe what they say,

Willing to continue as long are you.

Letting to lead you some pixels, some sound waves,

Coming from a device so dear to you.

Well, here it’s a cakewalk, easy and calm,

Breathing before you die is necessary as it is.

Yet use it for what you please, your every right to be,

All that it is after all what you wanted to be!

Hours go by and the room becomes alive,

Littering some wise words when the silence takes the side.

When did this happen, why would you do,

Does that really mean a world to you?

Not less than a day has elapsed, your mind is hungry,

Tired and relieved at the same time, it needed to dream.

A day or two to get a few more hours,

We’ll begin when there’s another new game lost.

I Wonder

What do you see in my eyes shining and sparkling,

Your hustling lore of fantasy, a myth?

Call me by my name, in your head juggling a piece,

Some lended work of art, splendid place to be.

Pick out a memory making you hurt your back,

And push it closer to me, flowing like an accusation.

Can’t you go ahead with all your fear to a sleep,

Thinking you don’t understand what are you upto?

Standing you are, saying a lot but listening none,

All the world see, it might be something like love.

Your feet held up at work with no movement,

Not coming for me, are you?

I wonder if I be here, where I might be,

Coming for you or just letting you go …

Tik Tok

I’ve seen the clock struck the same hour every day. Saying it’s tickling all round the degrees and coming back and forth.

It creates a magical sound. Something like ‘Tik-Tok” or “Click-click”. It depicts the time is moving. Someone’s taking a birth, someone’s dying. Explain the process of getting closer to the happenings in the world every passing second, you can’t! We’re not supposed to.

So, even if it clocks not moving, time departure is not being depicted, or you’re careless enough to forget about time, time’s still on the move. Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok, can you hear it? No? Maybe you need to.

Tell me, how’s your life. That you can.

When Wreckage of the Past is Erased Not Built

It’s been a while when the world has shifted a century. Industrialisation, privatization and Foreign Direct Investment has let the country of India observe an unprecedented scale of development. But that development at the cost of natural resources, are we becoming more normal with this kind of exploitation? Well, actually we are!

I take the case of highways for now. From centuries these roads have been letting us reach places. Cities, towns, villages, you name it, the importance of roads are always uncalled for. With more people plying on these roads to reach destinations, it calls for expansions unless it’s an intention to create chaos.

What we see in a corrupted democracy is continuous delay in plan executions. Improper planning is also a first hand problem. No visible ‘work-in-progress’ indications to the commuters causes life threatening inconveniences. Uneven compensations for the acquired lands calls for life long protests. Merciless cutting of trees causes huge threat to environment. Delay in reaching destinations may cause someone lives.

Who cares?

An expansion project of just 50-60 kms may take years to complete. This means years of suffering. This means our country has failed to deliver to the taxpayers money, to the votes in the favour of the government and to the promises that utterly discouraged a dream of a better future. And just for 60 km road that actually is serving lakhs of people connecting two important cities and yes, which incidentally is also a national highway?

I’m being personal here. In my three years of regular commute on this road, I share millions of memories. Talking to the trees enroute to my college which occasionally would make the road look like a heavenly cave as they would usually entangle themselves with the trees on the either sides mark my memories of a beautiful past. Now, a four lane would make the summer travels merciless and winter travels bleak without drop of fog leaving the leaves making my travelling body shiver with cold. Now, newly built milestones would tell me that here were some relentless trees who were once martyred without a title for us humans to ply faster to reach nowhere.

Colossal

I hear not the whisper, my memory making me wince,
Of those few words, moments long lost in wilderness.

Straight, cloudy, road and sky,

I tear my heaven to know if it’s you.

Your shine, paused with ample happiness,

I fear my eye, fate if I come see you.

 

I paint back from past, things, chats,

New like a pinch of fairy on my cheeks.

I fly out of my mind, towards you,

Off where you begin, the world ends.

 

I hear not the whisper, my memory making me wince,

Of those few words, moments long lost in wilderness.

I wish not to bring it back, but bear fruit for today,

Whose seeds time sown years before this today.

 

I’m now out in open, dark land,

Easy it seems, looking at sunlight, you.

Overfilling my pain, your happiness,

Your hopping body and motionless time.

 

Seeing you if I can make it possible,

I’ll get wind of this crawler, me.

I lift my spirits not in pray, but in convention,

I’ll look for me and then I look for you.