If God already knows
What is good for us
Then why pray to god
If everything is an action reaction equation
How does prayer help the situation
If everything is predetermined
The whole task of Prayer is undermined
In the long run we are dead anyway
Why not look the other way
If skill  determines what we get
How is prayer going to be of any help

Stage of my life
Universally described as middle age
Life's real stage
I can't ever guage

The bard called life a stage
He meant it another way
Replaced his writing and its staging
With the creator and his creation

Stage of my life
Performing on a stage
Range of my skill
World calls it the success pill

If the world is a stage
And im acting out my play
World ranking  my ability
There in lies the duality

The curtain falls
Out of the stage
Still in the stage
Curtain opens again

With the curtains down
The make up still on
Headed towards the green room
A change in role for another day

A role within a role
Never changes your core
Always in character
Created by the creator

Roles change as play changes
Stages of life can tell the differences
Yet to understand the nuances
Hoping the next will give you success

Matinee evening or night
Dress circle or the Upper Circle
Performer Audience or the playwright
Roles reverse as easy as the waves recede

Standing at the backstage
Witnessing the set pieces change
Continuity chain already in domain
Life s role no choice to refrain

Raging battles in exchange
Not to be shortchanged
Getting up on stage
Not to be upstaged

Wings used for masking
Already an actor in a garb
Actor within the actor
In the pit plays along the conductor

Coming through trap doors
Encountering multitude of characters
Walking past the proscenium arch
Standing on the apron for applause

Found ****** or Arena
Whatever the enacting stage
Decided on merit the life's stage
No flashback to make it stay

Time to fold as audience fade
Matinee idol once but no one buys the facade
Lights are off in the dark
Past the arc
Stage set  to stop your clock

Been there done it all
Last Curtain call
Could really be the last Curtain call
Curtains up you are only a recall

Worry a feeling or a thought
Or just happens inspite off
Link between past and future
Has no role in the present for sure

Ambition and Fear in a relay
Picking up the baton a delay
Time takes its time to deliver
Vacuum of waiting filled with ponder

Immeasurable out their awaited
Worry the Scale used to get graded
Destiny the back up to call it Ill fated
Unabated feeling to feel elated makes worry never dated

Getting rid of worry
Mans biggest worry
Gods and Philosopher s querry
The ferry to put  man out of his greatest quandrary

Trust gained by integrity
Unifies the bond with friends and family
Should connect internally
Passing time rather watch a movie
Select carefully the company
To keep to satisfy
Your egos needs daily
Rethink the stratergy
If not in sync
Your wasting your time
And the others dime
Misunderstanding just a matter of time
Equal and two way street
Views exchanged as equally
Expression curtailed purposely
Walk on immediately
Character the core
Personality to borne
Taste to match
Conveying hard facts
In times of need
Helping to be freed
A friend in need
Is a friend in deed
Putting up a show
To the world to know
Is of no use in the now
Or in the morrow
Best is to unshackle
Mental independence to tackle
Travel with the rest
Make the best
Spiritual in nature
Friendship not easy
To find a match
Will take years to catch
Quality of commitment
Consistency very important
Everyday leading to step closer
For friendship be a seeker
You'll never be the loser
To share everything
Sorry to glory
The whole spectrum
Syllabus of fellowship
Anything not fitting
Into the frame of fellowship
Not worth the trouble
Burst the bubble
Walk on Walk on

A small drizzle
Emphasizing that it' is
The remnants of a heavy downpour that had lashed
The road

Water going down
The slopes getting together
To merge with each other
As it is Its character

Walking down the *****
Trying hard to contain the legs
Loosing balance as it lunges
Till it finds its level

A woman walking along
Dressed in white
Shirt and a pair of jeans
No other soul in sight

Saw her on the descend
Handled it like a ramp
Gliding to a waltz
If a Rolls Royce had walked

Gazed at her
Drizzle treating her equally
Not partial to her although
She adds to the rains beauty

Drizzle showed its stripes
Deluge using it as a pawn
Rainstorm in its true form
Looking for cover my last thought


Her walk in the middle
Looked like the rain fell in love
Followed her where she had to go
Realising that she too walked slow

No hurry to beat the rain
Every time she crossed het hand
Across her mane
Divine forms both met on a slippery lane

The scene from a film
Antonioni would have filmed
He'd have one job less
The frame he would have found was already perfect

Just captured it
Filmed for eternity
Wouldn't want her beauty
Wasted on a memory

My thoughts would
have run wild
Not this time
Didn't want to waste time

Why think about her
A romanticised future
When she is here
Just enjoy how she adds to nature

Wanted to grasp
Into my heart
Every step of her walk
Rain splashing on the road giving room for her toes


The rain continued
To tango with her
Trying to keep pace
To her beauty and grace


Whispering in her ears
Humming she couldn't hear
A medley it composed
Downpour set to a tune

I watched knowing
Something special was happening
Picturesque like a Van Gogh
He wouldn't have cut his ear off

I stood still
As she walked up the *****
As easy as a snap Zeus had clicked
Framed on a wall in Mount Olympus

Reached the top
Knew it was the last
A sight to behold
Wrongly presumed though

She wasn't humming
The humming birds were flapping their wings
Sending signals her trust to gain
To not trust the rain

She stood for a second
Turned back with a smile
100 million bucks won't win
It for you
If Sotheby's were to auction

Walked down the hill
Rain the birds and rest
Standing still missing a beat
Flapped harder to fly the rain stopped leaving to dry

Michelangelo Antonioni directed  called on by the Cosmos
Captured by Luciano Tavoli
Decorated by Van Gogh
Score by Nino Rota


No spoken word
Not a silent film
The words lie in the beauty
Captured by the silence
That was absent

Seeking her she is lost
Rain and the birds knew it all
I evidenced it  to narrate to all
How do I put it in words for i am at a loss

At your wits end
Just dodged a bullet
Gates remain closed
Catch 22 situation

Grasping at the straws
Last resort exhausted
In dire straits cought in a vicious cycle
Misconstrued and
Misconceived

Fumbled regularly already
Darkness in the alley
Gave it your all
It wasn't meant to be that's all

Adds more misery
When others are doing it easily
What you cannot do once
People repeating it habitually

Do not waste
A thought on the other
They knew how to conquer
You don't and it don't matter

Until you see them
Their existence not aware
If you do see them
Socially be decent

Dice with death
Coming out of this strech
Sailing close to the wind
Reaching ashore is by itself a win

Beware the way
You want to react
To anything that
Takes your dreams away

Any reaction or perception
Is alright given the circumstances
Only one should be avoided
The one that can get most easily addicted

Self Pity and Self loathing
Focused on the  replaying syndrome
Fantasy and Reality juxtaposing
Feeling bad about the situation

Self pity a drug
Addictive with no respite
Absorbed in the rejection
Feeling sorry for self the concern

Focus only on yourself
Will marginalise you
Hoping things could have been better off
Future and past will be the same

Self pity is destruction
Of the Soul
Nothing more worse
Than feeling sorry for yourself

Tend to ignore
Others and their problems
Selfishness interludes till
It engulfs you

Alienated from others
So absorbed in oneself
Failing to  try
Or even for a recess

Ingratitude and Apathy
Denial playing victim
Expecting only Sympathy
If not received delving further deep

No one noticed
You are hurting
Obstacle to yourself
Negativity inflicted overflowing

Best way out
Treat it as a blessing
That nothing is happening
Blessed don't feel sorry

Use it to grow
Now you know
What not to do
Greatest lesson rejection can teach

It is the easy way out
Easy never got anyone anywhere
Take the hard road
Face it face to face and say Thank you

Withdrawal effect will
Last many years
Teetoatteler to self pity
Is by not taking yourself seriously

At the age of 10
Was the time when
He for the first time
Openly  mentioned
That becoming an actor
Was his only intention

Lied about his age
To join the Marine Corps
Stationed Different places
5 years with the defence forces

Joined the Pasadena playhouse
To learn his passion
Attended acting lessons
Met future greats Duvall and Hoffman

Was disliked by
Fellow classmates
Deemed unworthy of acting
Mocked and ridiculed for his style of expression

Voted the least likely
To succeed in the movies
Failed the exams
Got the lowest ever score in the playhouse history

Asked to leave
Found refuge in New York City
Doing odd jobs to keep life steady
Off Broadway plays to pave his way

First movie part
Was Mad Dog Call
Had no dialogue
Shared screen space with Telly Savalas

As in Broadway
He didn't start at the top
Bottom is very ugly place
He quipped famously about the acting race

Got more bit parts
Route 66 a series and the DuPont show
A hot Broadway show with Sandy Dennis
Opened up doors for his first major role in Lilith

Warren Beatty cast him
As his brother in Bonnie and Clyde as Buck Barrow
Giving him the biggest break to undo  
The brake stopping his growth

Had solid Supporting roles
With Lancaster Peck and Redford
Each a stepping stone
For what was to come

The dawn of the 70s
Saw him breakthrough into leading roles
I never sang for my father
His first Oscar nominated leading role

A fortuious moment
When he signed French Connection
Collaboration with William Friedkin
Made him the biggest Star in the Hollywood Constellation

Won the Academy Award
Topped the Box office Charts
Created A new breed
Actor / Superstar

Breaking box office records
With disaster films like
The Poseidon Adventure
Simultaneously winning
Palm D Orr for films like Scarecrow and The Conversation

Played  Lex Luthor in Superman
A superhero film a novelty then  Top billing playing the Villain V Unheard off at that time

Turned down meaty roles
Offered by great auteurs
Jaws One Flew over the Cuckoos Nest to name a couple
Such was his faith in his talent and skill

The 80 s were equally significant
Critical and Box office success ensued
Rode the decade with all the Success
Oscar Nominated for Mississippi Burning & Hoosiers named the greatest Sports film

Started the 90 s
With Narrow Margin
Followed it up with Unforgiven
Played the villain took home the 2nd  Academy Recognition

Prolific in the 4th decade
His  calling  in the movies
Worked with young talent
All claimed to be his die hard fans

5th decade in Hollywood
Golden Globe win for The Royal Tennenbaums
6 film a year
Totalled close to 100 his entire career

No dearth for offers
6 films a year 45 years later
Strong legs for 5 decades
Not many can claim that to say

The long haul
Had seen it all
Reached the age of 75
Said a final goodbye

Ability to absorb
Every character donned
On New York streets would walk
Observing all those who pass

George Morrison taught
Him how to act
Assured him of his ability
Method Acting lesson meticulously

Positioned his career
Played Supporting Roles
The part of the Villain
Gave relief with Comic roles and played Lead roles

A great position to be
All slots his name was to be
Name above the title
Any other role that tested his mettle

One of the few
Actor and Superstar. Combination
Filled Cinemas Worldwide
Followed by every prestigious Accolade

Won every major award
Life time Achievement the reward
Oscar BAFTA Globus Golden Bear Palm D Orr and Every other award
That the season brings with

First to act
In the disaster genre
Roles in many other
Captured Audience imagination forever

Now a Novelist who gets published
Written 6 books so far
Out of public eye
But never out of their memory

One of the greatest Actors
One of the. Biggest Stars
Fans all over the World
Trained to be an Actor not a Star his most famous quote

Serenity that the night
Brings with it
Enjoying the solitude
Alone but not lonely
Surprised at it
Crack of dawn
The sky being lit
Making darkness fighting a loosing battle
Taking along with it
The tranquil it brings with it
Is my imagination going haywire
Trying to make sense
Out of a fantasy
Nights lived through many
Sleep not protecting me from it
Travelled the nights awake
Doesn't make much difference from the day
Perception a leftover of the emotion
May bring in a new variable tomorrow
Treating the night differently
The night remains the same
Darkness playing the dual role of joy and sorrow simultaneously
Waiting for the genesis
A new day to begin with
First light at the break if day
Break a leg i wish myself
Eventful or routine
Is routine eventful
How will it play out
Night will bring the results
Of the how the day panned out
A million thoughts
Playing the crossword
Trying to complete
Using life as the clues

Life playing out
Like an Hitchcock film
Master of suspense
The audience know
But the characters don't
Like a character from his film
Giving importance to a macgugffin
Triggered events
But no more important
Unable to differentiate
Between the macgugffin and the real detail
Causing all the suspense
Making life intense
The protagonist figures out half way
I haven't yet done so
How deep am i
Only the director is aware
Hitchcock once said
The film is almost complete
I just have to shoot it
Showed his preparedness
Who is directing my life
Hadn't shown a script in my sight
Even filming it a suspense
Like solving a riddle
Don't know what the puzzle is
Keeps varying day to day
What is the game and how should I play
Hoping to get an indication
To know the destination
Where life is heading
****** can be now
Or decades away
Hopefully not chasing shadows
In a blind  alley along the way
Wonder if it is
A case of mistaken identity
Are we the intended target
Or assumed for some one else
The plot thickens
As the ****** nears
Is the ****** near
I still have a lot to figure
Do i have to figure
I'm not sure
Like Hitchcock does
In his films
Playing a cameo
Who dons the cameo
Directing everything seen in the screen
Did i miss him
Too caught up in my daily rhythm
Have to wait till the end
Pieces fall together
Everything that pretends
Masks removed and identity revealed
How many masks am i wearing
Hitchcock never made a sequel
Can be sure
It all ends here
That gives a breather
The suspense is too long
Enjoying as a viewer
But struggling as a performer
Have only one wish
A magic lamp if you wish
If Bernard Hermann
Is writing the Soundtrack
I would love to hear it
Before i come back
Eager to know
What he would have composed
The background score
Makes it more memorable
Copyright to the music
I share with all
Not because I'm large hearted
But i know the score will make me immortal

A lone traveller
On a trip
I don't know where
The destination is
Drifting along where
The waves of destiny
Take me along
My uncle my mentor
Passed away
A couple of weeks back
Reiterated the fact
That i have no clue
What my future has
Planning predicting and preparing
There of the greatest vices
Detoxification centres required
To rid me of this habit
Facing withdrawal symptoms
Intensity not reduced
Corrected myself of
Not living in the future
Based on the dreams
That play in my head
Self sufficient are those
Who stand alone
The others follow in a crowd
Am i self sufficient i don't know yet
Trying to be in that process
Still work in progress
Not excited not scared
What is tommorow going to bring
Even tomorrow does is not aware
Of the events lined up within
An engine pulling the carriages
With no rear view mirror
I dont await  it
For I'm not sure
If iam in it

Entered a club
At the age of 8
Table tennis being played
Even 8 was delayed

Witnessed pure magic
Seeing the greats practice
Knew something special was happening
Grateful that i was in the audience

Blessed to see the players
All achievers one way or the other
All time greats taking their place
Opportunity to observe pure god's grace

Greatest classroom to attend
So many lessons to comprehend
Every player a teacher
Their conduct the chapter

Winning and Loosing
Attitude towards them
What it takes to win
How lives evolve within

Sportsmanship at its pinnacle
4 tables an Oracle
How empty you are
Decides how much they fill yours

Players winners
Champions and legends
All in the same den
Learning from each other
Lessons out of every counter

Doesn't come easy
Play till go crazy
Biggest lesson of integrity
Equanimity and humility given as bonus daily

Lessons free of cost
Just by observing them i got
Single minded dedication to the sport
Not winning still a sport

Elite not by any other measure
Except their sweat that dripped on the table
Wiping the table with a cloth
Knew what sacrifice was

Today it serves me best
When in doubt i look back
Memory helping to recall the facts
Implementing them i realise how tough they were

Indebted to all
Equally for allowing
Me to be
Part of the elite
Front row seats
To see Greats and greatness
Merging
Feat very few could have claimed to see

A small building
Housed on a small street
Outside hanging a small board
Going in as an amateur and a boy
Come out a champion and a man
Mylapore Gymkhana the wizard
Magic wand its players
Stood the tallest in the World

The day unfolds
Akin to an examination
Experience our preparation
The wrong perception
Using it to handle an unknown
Is like mistaking the shadow for the moon
Unknown awaits us
Distinctive every day the  only known
Awareness the key to unlock
Being Present the best way to answer
Adapting to every incident
Sans an emotional reaction
Look back same time
Which the clock will show again
Hours went by you didn't matter
One step closer
To the seeker
Not elated not scared
Each given its due share
Of attention it deserves
Time will pass or you pass the time
A matter of perception
How real or how false
You know the answers in your heart

Winning and Loosing
Achieve Abandon
Concepts of delusion
Made by man
For fellow Men
To feel superior and inferior
to each other
At a given task
Or advance paid in Tax
Long roe to *** that life is
Ranked on your ability

Unfair system at play
Every person unique
In birth skill circumstances and opportunities
Overcoming them make best selling Biographies

Mediocrity branded by
The powers that be
Mediocrity in the results
Seems to matter
Branded thus sidelined forever
Chances none whatsoever

Those not passed
The chequered flag
Need not despair
There are great people
Who feel it is  fine
To be below the line


To those who failed
The percentile game
Played
An entire lifetime devoted
To seeing how many are better
Or lower
Ironically amongst each other

Thriving on inequality
Man made and flawed theory
Sending on a spin
Those who live within

The world  order defines
Misfits and loosers
Using disparity as their defence
Issuing Injustice in their judgement

Messiah s are present
To protect these men
By giving them a hand
In an equal shake hand

Fortunately the universe
Not capable of judging those
For by the same rules they laid
They were completely outplayed
The Messiah gives confidence
By the sheer worth of performance
Laid out by the system
Beating the system

Follow the philosophy
That says real mediocrity
Not lying in the results
But in the process
Done diligently
They take over automatically
Fight your cause
Only because they were treated with the same ideology of so called meritocracy

Concepts of man
Like he created time
Success and failure
Time controlled pedestals
Set pattern a man controlled ritual
His greatest conceptual failure

Traveling far and wide
Different Countries visited
Cultures noted Languages spoken Lifestyles altered
The toughest journey
Is to age gracefully
Maturity the front end
For every experience earned
No experience is a bad experience
If it is pleasant
Confidence the result
And attained growth
If it is not
Questions asked
Answers sought
Lessons learnt
No more surprised

Every day a page
In the lesson
Taken in the right spirit
Lesser the withdrawal effect
Smooth flow into day 2
The river runs through
With the right attitude
Obstacles a part of aging
Facing it completes it

How well travelled
The decades Inhabited
Decided by
How well behaved
Towards family friends and society
Presence considered an addition
Recognised for patience humility and being soft spoken
Forgiving Learning and Sharing
Helping those in need
Not judgemental of any quality or policy
Equal to all
Rising above all

Anger not the answer
To another's quick temper
Words not going to heal
Countering words out of a sheath
Arrogance not going to neutralize
High handedness
Jealousy not going to stop another person s growth
All for me none for rest
To be met with a simple
Go ahead be my guest
Insults and lack of respect
To be dealt with a thank you
Returning the favor
Not going to change the other
But brings you down to their sewer
Ask not a favor
For when denied
Leftover is anger
Burning like fire
What is given
Is what is due
What is more
Earn it or better luck next time
Large hearted with purity of soul
Not corrupted by any
Is he who had travelled wisely over many

Making decisions
That do not reach
The intended destinations
Involving in Acts
Self defeating and suicidal
State of vegetation
Where status quo is considered a fashion
A person who makes these calls
In more than one occasion
Is in dire need of guidance
Prudent future action
Is the vision lacking in his thinking

Happened to many
Waltzed down the chimney
To the fire
Burnt and weary
But not ready to
Accept that his actions are faulty

Pointing out the fault
Is no problem
The inflated ego gets burst
That's the quandrary
Insult of intelligence
Is the wrong perception
Trying again with no realisation
That the same act cannot
Produce another result
Leading to more insults

Many years in
The advising business
Both ends of it
Giving and receiving
Unless pointedly asked
Do not part
With knowledge on your behalf
Wasted words doesn't stop
Thoughts and emotions given as bonus
Experiences and analytical ability
The 2 power horses
Used as cylinders
To fire the process
Of change in the other

The target misses
Invariably as law of nature
Intends
Each his own
Best cliche in the history
No 3 better words formed
Out of the English vocabulary

Not worth the time
Of both yours and mine
None taken seriously
I ve seen it all already
In my position
Things are different
The pressures i face
Are face to face
Many such reasoning
Based on the conditioning
Running through the mind
Blocking any flow
Of a new process of contemplation

Best answer is silence
Remember you were not asked to begin with
Anything voluntarily offered
Has no value
Its available free
Remain aloof hope for his good

His time is when
He realises it then
Only from within
Until then...

Blinded by race
Color Religon
Is something very common
Met many during my lifetime
Their heart is camouflaged
By the broken mirror they have
Voluntarily placed as the smokescreen
images show up that are split
By their thoughts and feelings
Which are corrupted by the seeds sown centuries ago
Bearing harvest today in the form of a divided society  
Now the soil is fertile
Right up the alley
Of those who want to dissect

A boy of Seven
Visually impaired at birth
Unable to see the world
Understanding of the images
Based on what his father told

Initially felt compassion
And empathy at his
Congenital condition
Observing for a longer period
Seeing him at peace with himself
Clapping hands in rhythm to the music played live
Didn't seem to miss anything
He didn't possess for him to forego

Parents limpid with
His lacking vision
That extra care
To protect him any further impairment also absent
Visually challenged for no fault of his
A sense lesser than his fellow
Didn't seem to affect
Carried on with his defect

Longer i watched
Lesson i was taught
My own experiences
Peeling like a skin on burns
Were opening their doors
To learn a few lessons more
Simple to correct
I had got it backwards
Defect was none in him
He is infact perfect
Defect in the eyes of the beholder
Whose Soul is trial under fire
One sense less
Was i
Who bereft of my soul
Lost due to the deceit of the world
Manipulated my way through
Thinking i had made it too

I may never see him again
Did i see him today?
He never saw me today
But he will remember me forever
He saw through his lack of sight but had vision
I have sight but lack the rest

Started by feeling
Sorry for his lacking
Ended up with self pity
Laughing at my own
Free Spirited deserves the world
Opinionated and all clustered
Deserves to be told

Nox in full splendour
Her beauty transforming
From being slender to the other
Boire n coup without a drop

No stoner neccasary
To admire her beauty
Seductress at work
Femme fatale misleading the ordinary folk

The Sun chose her
To radiate the light
Who observes the world
Drunken on her smile

Stars blazing the sky
Drowning under the moonlight
Asks the night to spread its darkness
Stars can be embraced adding taste

Gliding by night
Growing in stature
Missing for a day
Astronomers don't have a say

Flirting with all
She's seen it all
Man hoping to ask her out
Over the moon about the moon


Sign of secrecy
Brings with her majestically
Time to dine and dance
Will she join

Seeing her from the terrace
Dreaming a copyright she's bestowed upon us
The nights owe her big-time to shine bright
Making it on time time and time

Insomnia a tool
Used to fool others to bed
Exotic moments collected
To be recalled with the other



I seldom sleep
At night hoping
Tonight's my night
Push comes to shove
I don't have the guts

Tilt of the head
Can see her glamour
Half the universe she spreads
Her time to leave one dreads

12 hour wait
To see her again
Does she know my name
Unfortunately It is Daytime

Faith in God
Keeps us on the right path
Doesn't mean that what us due
Will rearrange itself in a queue

Life is unfair
Experiences undergone concludes
What should be ours is not
What we don't deserve is tied itself in a knot

Petty cash book
Of life led till now
Conscience makes the entry
Where we stand proves that we cannot call God for an enquiry

Both are true
It is unfair
It is rational
A combination that we don't know the compounds yet

A relationship soured
Good for all
Not deserving of a place in the heart
We learn to untie the boat and move apart

A series of unfortunate events
May happen at the exact wrong time
An occurance causing trauma
Can make us realise the value of good times and life without drama

The end of the road
Is what we are told
Poison dipped darts
Aimed for our hearts
Things falling apart
Laying the way for
A More better future
On the cards

What we think is good
Need not be good
Backwards holds water
Total scheme of affairs
Played by the man upstairs
Can understand only one move
Mans greatest challenge
Figuring out the entire game
Its not over till its over
Maker by defenition will deliver in your favor

Lessons are seldom
Learnt when things
Are sailing with the wind
Bringing you to light
Cast the dye
A painful process
Without a recess
Enjoy the ride
Rest of which while alive
Back on track
Life now stable
Gallop with rhythm
Tall in the saddle

Not the answer
We are looking for
An hypothesis forming the core
Till a better is proved as right
At hand is deemed correct

A new dawn
Invigorating thoughts
For a fresh start
First day today

Renaissance for existence
Last day for apathy
Ended with apathy
Never knew feeling sorry
Gave a high with reasons to cry

A habit needing detoxification
A depressant masquerading as a Stimulant
Hopefully doesn't have withdrawal
Time to search for an ananymous

Faith and hope
Crutches to embrace
Every corner a Chicane
Emphasis is in the Details

Have our events laid out
The day awaits us with its rest
Mimeographs our plans
Or undoes it with its own

A dog with two tails
Feeling the blues
As the day goes by
Destiny will swing by

Horizon of happenstance
We cannot comprehend
What we can comprehend
Not meant to plan and understand

Routine like a few before
Surprises in store like a few before
Both might take a new meaning
In the meaning lies the message

Don't double guess
Just don't guess
Don't try to beat it
Don't withdraw from it

There is no escape route
Plan B will end where Plan A has reached
Flexible and with the flow
No plan required to follow or destiny's pill to swallow

Sports is never about
Win loose or Draw
It is the commitment
To part of a half that takes part in it all

It is a bedrock that is layed
Heart Soul and Mind cemented
One track mind determined
Power of the will executed

It teaches you the value of effort
Gets you out of the level of comfort
Winning the title is only the dessert
Victory lies in the integrity exhibited

It teaches you respect
The coach who taught
And the coach who wants you beat
The game that makes you sweat
And those who are better at

It nurtures your will
So strong that victory or defeat
Next morning before sunrise
You're back doing your drill


It encourages to dream
Dream of greatness and glory
There is glory in defeat too
You screen your dream
With the entire world as your audience

Wearing heart on the sleeve
Passion a contagious disease
Like it so much
Then its no more work

Burden on becoming Mature
Lies No more with Age
Sport takes the highway
Appropriate behaviour a lot earlier

It instills camaraderie
Only next to the Army
A feeling of oneness amongst many
Is the greatest gift in Triumph or Fall

Conquest brings confidence
Forfeit teaches humility
Winning & Loosing part of any game
Both qualities inculcated simultaneously

Living the sport
Amongst friends and opponents
Congenial rapport built
In harmony with compatible minds

Loosing your identity
With run of the mill mediocrity
Missing out on regular life
Vacations and Barbecues
Sacrifice advance books Podium space

Winning loosing Sports Paradigm
Never teaches the meaning of quitting
Nobody who gave it all
Regret could never waltz

Congrous with the adversary
Willing to **** during game time
Take in like family after
Only Sport gives the opportunity to prove right this theory
An envy which will remain one

Hand shake after a match
Either side of the countdown
You see God in the stands
Regretting that he isn't a Sportsman

That which we seek
Need not be
It is within
In all its glory
Remove the veil
Ignorance building a fortress
Knowledge its prisoner
Seeker' s lacking has
Built its own Cell
Keeping in solitary confinement
Blocking his light from shining
The search the searcher the searched the the cover
All are the same
Labryinth posing itself
Inviting you to find your way
Realise that you need not enter
Exit is the same gate
Labryinth vanishes on its own
Gate presents itself alone
Gate becomes a memory
All merge in glory
Glory removes itself
It also an attachment
Self remains
Nothing the same
All in one
One in all
Makes no difference
It knows it is the maker
No ego to divide the two
Oneness with one
Thusness is
That which we seek

Cannot be purchased or Sold
But can be saved and wasted
Time does time
It knows when
Yours is up
Till then it is a friend
Telling us if we are early or late
Asleep or Awake
It gives us company
It makes you feel lonely
And offers its company
Lest you feel you have a friend
Gives us a dimension
Of everything done
We plan based on it
We accept or reject
On what it takes
Is with you
Giving its undivided attention
On sleepless nights
Telling us to wait till sunshine
Does Its duty
Without being asked
Doesn't fast forward itself
Greatest challenge it has issued
To anyone capable of rewinding it
Theoretically its possible
They keep saying
Time travel is fantasy
Attatched to the harsh reality
Go back in time
When time by itself
Cannot go back in time
Universe Depending on its accuracy
If it were to take a break
To visit an earlier actuality
Devoid of its presence
Will end in catastrophy
Dual existence in timelines
Calculations made by advance science
Time alone heals
World's greatest Psychiatrist
Reduces the trauma caused by pain and hurt
We pass through it gradually
Find ourselves healed eventually
Time warp retro good old days
Indicate its been a pleasant ride
Or else we won't miss the days
Might have been because of people or events
But we always say
We had a good time
Its only a witness
It takes the blame when things go Cross
Events occurring causing us immense sense of loss
Events don't get the blame
Time takes upon itself
As it knows it is the medicine as well
And gets credit for the good as well
Good Bad Ugly and Finally
Time carries us with it constantly
Memory of being lively or ordinary or melancholy
Nothing lasts forever
This too shall pass
Are great philosophies
Time as Its protagonist
Timeless in time
Time is timeless
Time and time again
Time waits for no one
Time is a creation of man
Time is a concept
Conceptual discovery
Carries life and death
Decisions with precision
Expands itself from Seconds which can be further broken down
To decades centuries eras and ages
Its all the same Time
Time doesn't have a twin
To share its burden
Expands and Contracts
For the purpose of human calculations
Fully aware that beyond
The Calculator and a Physics paper
Mankind is Its puppet
Having  no other indicator

Race decided by lineage
Seeds sown  centuries ago
Different societal norms prevelant
Deep rooted emotions passed through generations

Creates many lines
Superior Inferior Mediocre
Based on DNA
Judged on these parameters

Paradox in search of answers
Qualities acquired can add layers
Race Cast Creed decided already
No act to acquire these neccasary

Rating man within mankind
Putting in a pedestal or kicking him off
Not his acquired sensibities
But a different eras identity politics

A man should never be judged
If at all one does
Its the goodness within himself &   Respect given outside of the self

Generous to a fault
Honesty fills his talk
Living life for others
Trust his better half

A man who possesses
The above as his character
Is not superior or inferior
But a needle pointing to understand human behaviour

Humanity lacking human beings
Lying their tool for bargaining
Divisive of people based on immeasurable
Is Society's most dangerous criminal

If you want to divide
Divide the prosperity
If you want to multiply
Multiply the generosity by paying it forward
If you want to add
Add value systems to society
If you want to subtract
Please delete this race caste creed permanently

We are all one
Borders are only for geography lessons
History should be remembered and forgotten
A twin edged sword

Life life in harmony
With every member of society
When you are alone and needy
You'll understand the value of your own hypocrisy

Mastery gained by learning
A philosophy or Ideology
To your understanding
Most in tune with your personality
Getting recognised by society

Read teachings and explanations
Or learnt it step by step
Hearing discourses
A lifetime commitment
To learning what lies within

Everyone had a conviction
They have adapted themselves to
Feel very strongly about the lessons

Has helped in their progression
The change it has
Caused in you
That you credit your doctrine
Is not decided by the opinion
Of anyone outside of self

How much has it altered
Is decided not by
Proving that your learning
Is better than the rest
Its popularity versus another
Comparing the Masters who espoused them

Catalyst of reform
Is judged by none of the above forms
There is no norm
Each has the right to a place to belong

Integrity to yourself
How much you implement
Areas you cannot help
Combination of action and faith

How honest you are
In your gains and flaws
The status quo's you wanted to change
But so far could not

Seeking ratification from
Others whoever it is
Will lead to heart aches
Something so dear but they may have another take


Best way to know
If there is a flow
Is not in giving back
Insults or wisecracks

Thrown of balance
How quickly you recover
Emotions played with
Anger replaced by composure


Clarity in the fact
It is not victory or defeat
It is honest expression
Without hurting any sentiment

When insulted or cornered
Untie the knot and release the boat
A fight to prove superiority
You have already lost the fight

No philosophy or master
Asks you to be a fool
People will throw darts
Be unapologetic about your chosen path

Hurt  and react
Emotions and Thoughts
How quickly you
Are able to move to the next task
Forgetting this happened at all

Walking on ahead
Leaving this behind
Not even aware of its source
You are flowing in the right course

Don't get lost
In the tough path
Knowing who you are
Identity crisis may last
Are you the successful person
Who sets targets achieves his goals
Are you feeling inferior because your goals were wrong
And plans didn't work
Defined by the clothes you wear
Are you the popular one or the one no-one misses at all
Are you with friends and family
Or alone and lonely
Two sides of a coin
Choices to be answered
By questions raised daily
Cultivate natural behaviour
Trust your instincts
Be sure of not aping others
Deep down at the core
You will one day know
Who you are
Your real identity
Answer coming from inside
Never be wrong or right
It will be
So just be

Open your eyes
What you see is a dream
So unreal in its existence
Deserves appropriate importance

All our troubles
Giving reality to the unreal
A form to the illusion
Knowing only way out of this delusion

Like watching a movie
Screen projecting images
Narrating a tale
With all the human emotions in place

The dark side of the hall
Which Seats us all
Watching with sheer awe
One with the story

Loosing our identity
To the characters on the film
Take it into the subconscious
Becomes part of our living

All the while aware
The irony of a Cinema
A  figment of imagination
Takes over an entire Theaters consciousness

Fantasy is narrated
Reality is the audience
Told before hand
Still both together blend

Will o the wisp that movies project
Motion pictures as companions
Seeker who knows life
Aware of the amnesic  sight

Aware of the confibulations
Filling our reality with the reel
Could turn out be a Spectre
Also fake in nature


The rainbow lines
Make it clear
It is not real
Human indulgence blurring the effect

Like a hall of mirrors
We are reflected in to the other
As far as the eyes can see
Only images to perceive

The seen is fiction
The seer is non existent
The Cinema a Dream
Awake or Asleep the dream continues its theme

The movie plays
Actors become the characters they play
We remain we
Aware Its an illusion

Our reality doesn't change
But fictional reality inspires us
This emotion makes Superstars out of actors
The reason that the house gets sold out


We worship the hero
Knowing that Its acting
Nothing about it real
Acting the word says it all

The happy and sad events
We know is unique to this movie
Our problems remain the same
And do not change

Movie making is no secret
Universities and books teach you that talent
They've made it hoping you'd like it
Planned out move to circumvent reality

Identification with the star of the film
Is their objective from the beginning you took
It was an actor before he became a Superstar
Performance of unreal things
Makes him the superstar


The Mirage projected
We assimilate inside
Believe it for a period
Come out with an altered subconscious

Reality and fantasy
The brain acting selectively
Fantasy becomes reality
Reality not taken so seriously


Akin to having a drink
A high that happens
Everything seems better than what is
There's no hangover is the positive

Transported to places
Riding in a horse along in a western
Flying Wingman in a war picture
Falken for love with a beautiful woman in a Romance
Laughing hearts out in a comedy

Lights on Screen blank
Merged both realties
Wanting to see it again
Is exactly what the makers want it

Out of the cinemas
Feeling good about life
How long does the feeling last
Depends on how many drinks you've had

Seconds given to us
Opportunity for investment
Thought and deed together
Make the best of time

Like any other venture
Takes time to grow
Adds upon itself
Repaid slowly but surely

Unlike any other venture
Funding not required
Goodness the competence
Everything else taken care of

Reap in the future
What you sowed today
Invest in welfare and growth
Comes back cleansing the soul

No risk undertaken
Downside or stop loss none
Stagnant lifestyle the  downside
Can't recoup time the bigger loss

Trading or Investment
Not for you to decide
Price fluctuations in your own mind
Bulls and Bears don't have a say
Only market forces of good and bad at play

Postman always rings twice
True for good deeds as well
ROI gets credited in the most appropriate manner
Here God himself is the Banker

The phrase God Willing
A defence mechanism working
A result awaited eagerly
Burden shifted expediently



Roll of the dice
Results never precise
Twice or Thrice same devise
Required result odds provide

Outcome a combination
Of actions and emotions
Gestures derive the values
Logical equations put to use

Need not be that
That is where God sells
Unmeasurable actively engaging
Want God to do the counting




Can't be bribed
Cent be threatened
Pleading to no avail
Writes the verdict to be signed by the judge in  tow

Your tasks not his problem
He already has taken care
You just do the rest
And leave him alone

Future holds in store
Judicious extension of present  actions
Is it shock or waves
None can say

Is it awaiting
Mapped out the proceedings
Just have to enter its gates
To undergo the experience

Will it transform itself
Acording to the need of the hour
Basing its estimation on its own laws
And deliver judgements on call

No point fearing it
No point embracing it
Embrace the fear
That's more like it

A distance to travel
Between present and future
Once reached it ceases to exist
Again it awaits our arrival if we are on the list


Triggering a new event
Up until now unforseen
It starts its circle
Future includes these hurdles

Existing and not
Shortest duration apart
Eerie that we  know
Its existence and disappearance

It journeys backwards
Becomes the present then the past
Predicting it we use the wrong formula
Only prediction is that there is no formula

Best way to endure
Be in harmony with it
Until it exists ignore it
When it ceases ignore it

It never exists in the present
Therefore the problem does not arise
Like chasing your own shadow
Futile is readying yourself for the morrow

Dream compete with dreams
Where do they originate
Some we've seen some a mystery
Both not reality but kickstarts a query

What happens in the dream
We narrate like we see a film
Playing out as it did
Was the time already decided

A powerful illusion
Make you believe it is real
So real that wake up state is an illusion
So we presume from the dreams perception

What is its dimension
Sub conscious fears
Giving themselves an outlet
Hidden desires playing out their prospects

Is it to foretell
An event yet to occur
That would make it a miracle
Fortune tellers would become tenants of our imagery

Some we forget
What happens to that
Fading away half way
Is there a sequel

Time of sleep
Doesn't make a difference
Dreams searching for the resting mind
Collaborates with the unfulfilled mind

Hasn't really meant
Much to anything
Past or future
Cannot be the present because you are dreaming in the present

Their color schemes i wonder
I really can't remember
Black and white or color
Seem to miss it everytime it occurs

Unable to fathom
Being our thinking pattern
Not in a free flow
Many stories merging half way through

Can give you a scare
Elements you fear and aware
Unable to let go
Come back to haunt you

Sequential in nature
Hours of stories told together
Wakes you up with a fright
The sequential dreams might


Source of the dream
Saints write thesis
Answers we understand
Doesn't get rid of our  Dreamland

Dreams while awake
Not yet made their way
Daydream a term for lazy
Hope it remains so and protects us from becoming crazy

Brothers and sisters
Braving the hostility
War in your backyard
You didn't ask for
Biting the bullet
With all your courage
What can I say for your loss
Sorry won't take me far
I pray from deep within my heart
Enough if being used as pawns
I bow to your armed forces
Taking on all the might
That takes a lot more courage
Alone taking on the opponents barrage
I can't share your grief
But i understand it totally

A life that's totalled
Is all in figures
Followed by zero's
Balance he hasn't used
For his own good
Decides if he was useful


The greatest joke
God played on man
Was to allow him
To discover cash on hand

Worthiness was decided
Talent was judged
Skill was valued
Religions too participated

More the better
The thumb rule
Everyone with the same goal
Bring in economics to fool

Complicated by its nature
Man added his nature
Never happy with what he has
He played with ideas to increase the money in hand

A million things were added
Nothing was ever subtracted
Multiplying money the purpose
Division of society the result

Rich and Poor
Indexes were formed
Wants remaining constant
Rich had the better hand

Wants too increased
Desire for money proportionately
Division grew with disparity
Some had all and many had none

One more section cropped
Having some but not all
Stood between the rich and poor
Appropriately named middle class

Where did class come from
Assuming that one end us all class
Their unlucky brethren is no class
Money decided Class

Worth Want Class
Rich Poor Middle
Not a plan of God
He's included so to hell with it all

Under the sky
Value added immediately
Market forces they say
Decide the value themselves we hear

Money the only motive
Equity Land Interest
Different names given
Those who don't have don't understand is the way its planned


Distribution of wealth
Con game of the Universe
Shared only amongst themselves
Not amongst them then deemed worthless

A place for people
Now rated second
Wars waged in their name
People killed money remains

Humanity laughed at
Weakness to cover the indigent
Cover the tracks and remove the guilt
Fill the empty pockets with all the sin

Religions now wage war
Money needed to spread it beyond far
Waiting for the day to deliver
Where God is sold to the highest bidder

State of flux
What do we want out of life
A good Education
A job befitting the study
A salary to keep ends tied
A woman to marry
In order to love
And raise a family
Wonderful kids growing under the care
If these points are connected
Is the graph perfect
Do these happen without hitches
Are we luck to have them
Or is the person lucky
Who doesn't posses any
But his life he's able to carry
Without much of a worry
He didn't know
Where to fix the points and
Join them later on
Or should he bleed of inferiority because none of the above worked out unapologetically
Where and how do we grade
Useful to ourselves and to others
Not creating nuisance to self and the rest
Both can be marked
As long as he ponders where he went wrong

High tides of grief
Drowning my heart slowly
Tuning off to the outside
Solitary confinement in a crowded place
Departed a dear one
Not knowing how to handle
My sorrow surprised me
Made me cry like I'd never been
Melancholy overflowing taking
The form of tears from the evening
Barrage of grief making me weep
A cousin equally in despair
Summoned me to the door
Walked slowly toward
His daughter in tow
Handed me a poster of CRY MACHO
Silver lining to that evening
An unexpected gift during mourning
Gladdened by his gesture
Started regaining my composure
Aware that i love Clint Eastwood
From a  very young age
Thoughtful of him to purchase
My excitement made me forget for a second
The poster and the warmth
Injected hope that the earth was a decent place
Had watched the film
Loved every frame like i did every Eastwood film to date
The quality and the size
Made me hold my head high with pride
That's always what  watching Eastwood made my inside
Spent the time till the creamation
With a little less burden
Thanks to Eastwood s latest cinematic affair
The innocence of his daughter
Who handed me the poster
Increased its value
1Sitting in my room i can see the Poster of CRY MACHO looking at me
Owning it makes me feel special coming from genuine emotion
A work of art representing the same work of art giving a glimpse into what's in store
The life-size poster of CRY MA

Why were we born?
What purpose do we serve
By our birth ?
We all are soon gone
Nothing is permanent we were told
Now we ourselves know
How does contribute positively work?
Why do we brand the folk?
Each is unique and unaware of this trip
The next stop its going to take
Or is there a stop at all
What is success?
What is failure?
If both are temporary in nature
Accumulated knowledge on a subject
Makes feel worth the while
Someone disinterested in that subject
Doesn't matter what we project
Why do we try?
To get affirmation
From others about our usefulness
Useful to who ?
Useless to who?
Why is being part looked down upon?
Why do we want to stand apart?
Stand apart is to stand alone
Why be alone
Why be special
There is no limit to feeling special
An ambitious mind
In an illusionary world
And the joys and sorrows that follows
Answers find in any philosophy chosen to follow
Ask yourself these questions
Answers lie wherein
Use philosophy to explore
What you know and don't know
If the philosophy doest answer
It is not meant to be learnt
The baggage is not cleared at any boarding gate
Follows you wherever you go mate
No escape no solution to these questions
Till answers found keep asking them

Fragile like glass
Derail a bit too fast
Relationships that don't last
Reason evident on the cards
A nature to express
Dislike  straight to the face
Dominating personality
Tilting the scales
Inferiority complex multiplies its fate
Arguments tangential makes a date
Equality is a delusion
In it searching for the solution
Fooling oneself beyond reason
It is skewed is the acceptance

Dignity and class
Consistency and empathy
The glue keeping
It from falling apart
Selfish reasons play a role
Denying it making oneself a fool

Breaking the chord
An easy affair
Took years to build
Ready to say farewell
A moment of reflection
On the good that was done
Slow downs the process of a hasty conclusion

Simmering differences kept
Under pressure for a time
Exact time chosen to stop pretend
Explode simultaneously at both ends
No


Respect the other
Don't cross the line
From a bore to a villain
Swings the perception
Aware of the qualities
Not indulging in whataboutery
Being blind to the faults
Is the only way to see the whole thing last

Referred in past tense
Value to the human given
Now just a physical presence
Waiting to be taken to the creamation
Till a second ago
Dealt with as real
Spoken about in  present
Now avoiding going near
The only reality hence fear
Arrangements made to keep the odour sane
Hours decided before removing the same
Planning involved in completing this game
Not even referred to by name
Sense of relief as the smoke exits the flame

As the day dawns
Knocking on our doors
From the skies
One day lesser
Left in our lives
We still welcome it
With hope and faith
Recieved it with respect
Logically we should detest
If we value life
Of ours and our near and dear
Countdown being announced
No hand made Swiss clock
But by the one above all
Who is never slow or fast
Because he decides the time after all

Its not the lead
That puts you to rest
Its not the trigger
That sends you in the direction of death
Its not the slinger
Deciding that you should meet the maker
The Gun The Bullet The shooter
All can't miss together
If the  breaths and beats reach their number
More time here
The sharp end of a knife
Stuck deep inside
But design decided despite
Knife resigns knowing its fighting against time

I cried for the first time
In my adult life
Weakness or Strength
I did try to find
Dawned the knowledge
That majority i met
Only thought me to let go
Whilst a few had tattooed themselves
In my heart
With a glue so hard
Unable to set them apart
Memories of their acts
Fruits still enjoyed today
Times of fun or learning lessons of  wisdom
The days filled with anectodes
Heard with rapt attention
Go on playing in my heart
Show never seems to stop
Hoping for an interval
To switch myself off
Never comes as the projector
Is my thoughts
Beaming the feelings across
Been strong too long
Tears welled up to say solong
Words don't express in full
A few drops of tears carry out the role
Expression of sadness
A form of defense
Felt shallow before
Not for this reason though
You may be watching or not
A matter of faith
I can promise you
That every heart you left behind aches
Still to come to terms of your absence
Crying themselves a river
Where's the boat to cross-over
Special to everyone
Made to feel as your favourite
How did you manage
To fool all of us into believing
That we were your closest mate
Everybody s life a value system
Thought by you to them
Your presence felt in words and action
Or in the pages of a book you had given
Greatness found you
As you ran away from it
The purity of your soul
Greatness found a refuge
Took your work seriously
But never yourself
Knew it was temporary
You were wrong here
It stayed with you permanently
God choses a few
Lucky to be around
To know what it is all about

Days have slowed
Nights have paused
Where do we go after we passed
Tell us from wherever you are
After you brought the farm
Ready to leave this all
To be in your company
Our bucket list consists of things you taught
Kicking the bucket now doesn't seem so bad afterall

The real deal Big time Class Act
The name of your autobiography that you wrote
Each of us knowing a chapter
That you shared to make lives better

Fifty years to the day
22nd March 1972
Premiered the movie
In Hongkong theatres
The second film of Bruce'Lee

Fist of Fury
Same team at the helm
The real test to his career
One film wonder or a full fledged career

The immortal story
Of Chen Zhen
And his quest for revenge
Huo Yuanjia his teacher

Poisoned by the Japanese
A legend in his lifetime and a legend after
Founder of the Jhinwoo school
Taught many westerners the truth

Turn of the century
Set in Shanghai City
Under Japanese occupation
I'll treatment of Chinese the narration

Taking revenge his mission
One by one the murderers his victim
Japanese Karate school behind the intrigue
The school in its entirety single handedly pursued

Raymond Chow of Golden Harvest
Placing his bets
Putting this genre to test
Do or die for him and the rest

Lo Wei again at the helm
Million dollar director his middle name
Joseph Koo s wonderful score
I use hands the song a chart topper

Chen Zhen real or mythical
No one knows for sure
Many versions of this tale
Have come before and after this film was made

Fortunately a success
All involved continued to progress
Bigger budgets were allotted
Artistic and financial freedom rewarded

Wishes to the team
On making this theme
Hopefully will continue to grow
If the new generations taste bestows

Ability to **** in hostility
Proves you can **** when neccasary
Powerful and Invincible
Don't go well Torture and ******

Individual or a Country
False sense of security
Innocents displaced and killed
Buying fear never respected

Insecurity costing lives
Cannot be a matter of pride
Women and children on the run
To teach someone else a lesson

Power measured by prosperity
Not the count of dead bodies
Feeling endangered in a society
An anethma to civility

Exploiting the weakness
Not a cause for celebration
Celebrating the weakness
A path to oneness

Ability to fight
To make the enemy bite the dust
Puissant folks getting together
Trap the weaker in a street corner

Capacity to lay waste
Letting go as a matter of taste
Real power lies in the grace
Saviour Faire conviction alone dictates

Dislike and hate
Will appear in haste
Love and like
Takes a lifetime

Making people look small
Always the need of the hour
Keeping them there forever
Core of human endeavour

Peace should prevail
The sufferings ending
Borders noe the barriers
Interactions now senior

Include a thought  everyday
It is the small things that add up
Let peace prosperity prevail
All happy inspite of their travails

Destruction no problem
Building a Himalayan solution
Insult no dearth of vocabulary
Memory functioning in full capacity

Dividing is easy
Leaves things messy
Let us all live in peace and prosperity
Please infuse Harmony

Thinking of you
My heart skips
Images of your face
Forever before my eyes remain
100 million dollar smile
How did i put a price?
Days pass without a message
Surprisingly i feel relieved not sad
Hope the status quo remains
Missing you badly
At peace missing you
Irony in my thoughts
Over time i realise
it was clarity
As the gaps proved
My heart approved
Predicting an interval
In our daily conversations
Would not last forever
Ego boosted that i thought correct
Patted meself on my back
With my palm intact
Creating the required impact
Ratifying the feeling that I'm always right
So much that even the wrong feels right
Is a high higher than the high i get when we spoke day and night

Jack Nicholson as lead
You don't cast him
His name even rumoured
Sells a few times its budget in every territory internationally

No one  directs him
You don't micro manage
Pablo Picasso
Give him suggestions on color

You can't hire him
You don't buy a Rolls Royce
And check its mileage
There is no quoted price
He takes what he wants

You don't give him awards
To ratify his talent
Fish don't need the Olympics
To prove their ability in water

You don't teach him class
Mozart need not hear other compositions for inspiration
The cars the wardrobe the partners the shades and the islands
Are for him simply common
His current habits are fashion statements
Doesn't even make them
But people follow them

You don't advice him on films to choose
Rejected The Godfather and the The Sting
To do The Last Detail and The King of Marvin Gardens
Small films till he is attatched
Won best actor at the CANNES
Film festival
Made 5 times its budget
Box office register ringing or awards accumulating
There's only one place this happens
The independent republic of Jack Nicholson

Highest paid actor per film
World's most recognised face
Worlds most identified voice
Sexiest man alive
Most girls in the world wanting to marry
Best dressed man on the planet
Every conquest scaled
Topped every poll
Without even participating
The crowns knows the head
That's worthy of wearing it
Adds value to the crown
Not the king
For he's already ruling the hearts of his fans

Cover of the TIME magazine
Newsweek and Life
Face sells everything
Doesn't make a fuss
Hears from others
Stays balanced forever

Vast lands of Emptiness
The sound of the winds
Given a tune heard before
Words made to fit like a pro
Lyricist and Composer at one go
The Ocean reflecting the sky
Illusions of blue everywhere
Silence makes you hear
Heart  providing the rhythm
Not yet acquired Sea Legs
Legs a slave to the brain wave
Unlike the heart which contemplates
Dancing to the beat
Of the waves kissing the Keel
Composer again without pressing any of the keys
Land and Water as it were
Their 9 to 5 under nature's care
Intrinsic qualities illustrated
Propitious to all
Putting the Ritz  equally
The Land and the Sea
Emptiness not in them
Reflection mirrored outside
At peace with yourself
Inside out mirrored inside
Waves and Dunes merging with each
Thoughts and feelings becoming their shadows
Honkytonk man picking his guitar
As slowly the Drifter ceases to be
At land or Sea
Empty

Religon and caste
Conversations across
A refugee in our
Sub conscious mind
Finds itself a form of expression
Division of man
Made permanent
Lineage taking credence
When nothing should
Lucky are the pets
No division amongst them
Fortunately man has
Not been able to create one
In harmony with each
How many ever there may be
Birthed has no role
Neither a wardrobe
Names don't trigger
Thoughts about race or gender
Addressed to as such
They respond as much
Expressing themselves
Not made up for role play
Simple in their living
Thinking stops with being simple
Under the sky Under the heaven
We are but one family
Style seperate man
Don't believe in style
Universe tries to pretend
That as the major goal to tend
Animal kingdom evolution
Above humans in the podium
Willing they are to share the spot
But we humans want it all
By toppling them off
A game they don't understand
We presume from our grandstand
Laughing within themselves
Shallow human behaviour
Larger in Number
Divided by another
At war with each other
Over things that don't matter

On a bike Ignition on
Fitted with a sidecar
God seated there
Guiding us thereof
Spiritual force right next
We've got the best
Navigating the path
Wrong turn of thoughts
He tells us to stop
Forgiving us every sin apart
Throws light when darkness falls
Provides shade when the Sun hits Noon
In case of an accident
Falling down we  still turn up again
Hostile terrain
Rides from within
House made of Marbles
Holds your hand
So that you don't slip
Trust and faith
Used as investments
Makes sure you don't get lost
Whatever is right for you at any cost
Without his presence
Your bike wouldn't have come this far

Pain and loss
Matters of the heart
Feeling of intimacy
Attachment wrapping itself strongly
Creating a bond life long
Trips to the heart
Pilgrimage for those who sought
Open and large with a place for all
Barren and Forlorn
Woefully at the wrong end
Pilgrims galloping away
Like a race horse
Even betting on them wouldn't stop
Hit the pitstop where Pelagic birds stop
Moana drowns our tears
Which saved us from
Drowning from sorrow
Anchoring by fastening
Our feelings
Haywire and intertwined
Can't find the Origin
Not even a delusional one
So scarce it has become
Black cat in a coal cellar
Seem dime a Dozen

One sided relationship
Between the maker and us
Feel obligated to oblige him
Doing everything to please him
We visit him
We obey his laws
We never fault him
We dare to even raise our tone
We use only prayer
As our tool
And devotion as a vehicle
Hoping to catch his attention
In this one way transaction
Guilty made to feel
If we skip any of the above
Got it backwards we're told
He always does his best
As he is epitome of love and trust
Be grateful to where you are
It's his will afterall
Can never go wrong
Scorecard in his hands
Decided by your thoughts and acts
He only totalled them
Your marks a  reflection of your good and flaws
Which is true
I don't know
Will the truth answer my questions
Or is the truth in the question
Why is his presence relevant
If I'm creating my own destiny
If he is destiny
What's the point in worry
Answers not required
Knowing it won't change any