Who hasn’t known sorrow or the failings of tomorrow
Who hasn’t seen sadness in all shades of white and black
Who hasn’t fought fear or the most fickle reasons
If you stand strong even in the sunset, I adore your pluck.
Our folks suffer on the journey to fulfillment
The nonchalant rulers remain tyrants still
They toss them to and fro like a ball on a field
They ignore the sand grains falling in the hourglass
With voices screaming, shouting and sullen
Our people try to find salve for their swollen sores.
But in the end, the sheep is just like the wolf
Scaring the defenseless to flight
Stealing our days and nights
And leaving us doubtful that we made a right choice.
As this day fades like dust long sprayed
As the moments of the twenty four hours complete their course
As the moon overlays the skies
And the stars appear in their graceful apparels
I think to myself of the minutes saved
The moments lost, the times poorly used
Perhaps brooding over misfortunes gone
Or wishing for future fortunes.
Many like me archived today
Storing it in a briefcase without codes
Hoping that we may repair yesterday
In our ideal sketch of the morrows to come
We keep tiny bits of our breakfast till nightfall
Often too panicked that our bowels will scream
And cry pitiably for want of satisfaction
Or dearth of seas in our intestines.
What if we became buffs of the present
Living a day at a time, one step in the line
What if we turn off yester woes and future fears
To live in the present and just dance in today.
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.
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.
Old friend, I read your biography
Your words were succinct and real
And your inked imagery played well
Like daring dew on leaves’ end.
You talked about anxious ageing
Losing your hold on your youth
Parting too quickly and drying daily
As if there were no more life to use.
You described your betrayed bones
How they sullenly screech and fold
The way they bend without a bell
And how they many times you fell.
Your words painted your unhappiness
Careful to not be careless and faithless
For the end of the early mornings
Was only a meagre mansion in the evenings.
In your last lines you drew a circle
Though to me it was a circular cycle
Showing how you lived your little life
So breathtakingly in harmony with time.
The walls of my room speak aloud
Their voice is gentle and mild
Sending in wishes of the last night
When they shall see this second double.
They remind me of the travels
And rides through light and night
They remind me of the whispers
That were too silent to be murmurs
They remind of the tears
That fought battles words lost
They remind me of the laughter
That films and books brought
They remind me of those family times
And homecoming with friends.
This night, their hands wave goodbye
For this is the arch where the second
Bends in humility for the third
For everyone must wave yesterday goodbye
And receive tomorrow
With a gleeful heart about today.