Often too quickly the new becomes old
A beautiful story is no longer told
The crawling toddler is now a limping aged
The sunrise has soon returned to bed.
By days or moments, we stay locked out
Shielded by something raw and round.
Like a tyrant wielding a rod
Ready to whip one that runs
These rules bend us, break us, belittle us
They tell us the things we can’t want
They remind us of our disabilities
As if humanity shares not one disease.
They are codes, invisible symbols
Crafted into people standing by walls
Staring at you with the corner of their eyes
Ready to drill you till you pay the price
We soon cower under their gaze
Too frightened to try to win the race
So we accept in simple resignation
Our million doses of painful portion.
Your body has set its own alarm
No longer in need of the clock on the wall
Your mind has drafted its own courses
Sharply discarding your to-do list
Withered seconds scream your name silently
Too selfish to let themselves go by untouched
Your feet hurry like the wind, not pausing one moment
To smile at the leaves and trees
Or enjoy the sensual healing of seas.
Can you take a day away
To rest at ease and save your face
Can you kindly forget your name
And your friends all around earth’s space
Can you perform like a mannequin
Without thought of timing anything
Can you take it slow like the snail
Since life loves the liver of it.
Life happens when we stop being afraid to stare our fears in the face
Life happens when we cease trying to answer rhetorical questions
Life happens when we just sink in the wind and fly nonetheless
Life happens when we let love lead and follow faithfully
Life happens when we forget to wear masks to hide our hurts
Life happens when we take each day like a path of grace
Life happens when we suspend all doubts that wear us out
Life happens when we cry even under the rumbling rain
Life happens when we keep our promises not because of gain
Life happens when we decide to win amidst the oddest odds
Life happens when we laugh even if no one understands the mirth
Life happens when we kiss a new moment goodbye with no qualms at heart.
Amidst the harshness of the economy
And the endless plight of the needy
There’s a desperate self-investment
Leaving millions in a cantonment
Lips quiver in unbecoming wailing
Eyes glitter with tears ever filling
Joints and frames lack the grace of life
Or the gaits of satisfied men in time
Doors stay shut, hiding from the single
Ignoring the panic of the unforeseen
Pretending to care about plenty things
All in the name of reckless ambitions
So the lacking become the wanton
And the sated lack knowledge of hospitality.
Even before our eyes blink, we are awake
As last night, we surrendered to the dark with open eyes
At the fourth hour of the day, we jump from our beds
Like leopards eager to leap
We wipe away the sticky saliva glued to our lower lip
The remnant of the barely sufficient hibernation
Like a dog in want of a mate we pace swiftly
Enclosing our frames in a bath so hasty
Like thieves evading suspicion we depart
Leaving even before our suckling babes awake
We discard them lovingly into the maid’s arm
Or into the embrace of the teenage relation
Like pegs in hell, our toes boil from nine to five
Hurrying to meet targets and deadlines
Our tongues scarcely find a soda
Neither do our bellies receive burgers
We drag our behinds fatigued and weary
Back to our most wanted beloved
Drowsy and sloppy, we kiss our already sleeping babes
Days become months and years
And this is all we pursue
We chase the wind and walk on seas
Despite all we pursue
We crawl carelessly behind our families.
Who does reality leave less than puzzled
Does Plato’s theme not disturb your thoughts?
That our rich wild world is one of appearance
And world of forms is saved for the mind.
Were our frames fashioned for frivolities
Leaving us destitute of diamonds
In whose purse were our dreams stored
Or were they less than Joseph’s dreams?
What happened to having vivid visions?
What happened to wanting to save the world?
What happened to the childhood dreams
Of living in a castle with prince charming?
What happened to finding light at the end of the tunnel?
What happened to waking up on the right side of the bed?
What happened to becoming the world’s champion?
What happened to soaring on eagles’ wings?
What happened to being untouchable?
What happened to planting gardens and fields?
What happened to happily ever after?
What happened to not waiting for forever?
Socrates taught interrogation
And my soul has made a decision
To never undermine reality
By burning the roots of fantasy.
We spin and spin till we lose our fill
The skies decide to bestow the rains
Though questions tagged to yesterday
Don’t always have the best of says
The shadows over the little house
Soon shuts out all illusion of light
And mindlessly we faint at ease
Forgetting pleasure heals
Take out today and mix it with purity
Laughter unhindered, love undefined
Take out today to heal your soul
From every bitter disappointment
Is today not better than a future in design?
Can you decide tomorrow and give it wings
To take you on the flight to ever-land
And abandon every vain thing
There’s more to hear than baseless melody
For if today is stolen, how rich will you be?