Because I've no need
       in my self-sufficiency
       nothing do I hanker after:
      I'm totally free-

     the plight of the billionaire
     comes immediately to my mind
     he's far from being satisfied
     no peace could he find-

    a tiny cottage by the river-side
    the cleanest air I breathe
    with Mother Nature I converse
   she has such valuable lessons to teach

   in time I patiently abide
   waiting for the harvesting of my field
   watching the smiles of my kids and my wife's
   the greatest joy does this abundantly yield

Let not ever yourself
         be that of someone's else
        this would calamitously be
        your total self-betrayal  

       you'd surely only be
      a bud-graft of another
      an unattractive carbon-copy
      and court the world's sinister laughter!

Remove your mask
    you can no longer hide
    the more yourself you shield
    the more grievous will be your plight-

   isn't nature at her greatest
   in her total nakedness?
  Does it need lipsticks
  of her beauty to convince us?

  What does your mirror say
  when it sees you with your mask?
  You can't hear what it whispers
  its words are:  You i don't ever trust!"

The song you'll sing tomorrow
   will be much better than that of today
   your feelings and technique have been refined
   nothing will obstruct you on the way-

   as love is,  it should stronger grow
   the heart has been made more pure
   all around is splendour and glow
   love has never been so effulgent and sure

Everyone uses the term
'madly in love'
I'm yet to hear someone say:
' sanely in love'

Life:
     words and sounds
     those of ours
     others'
     punctuated
     by silence
     (even awkwardness-
     in our uncertainty
    and doubts)

     weren't it be better
      if we speak less
      contemplate
      more---avoid
     the lacuna
     that sours
     our relationship
     with others

    words Wittgenstein
    disputed and never did trust
    they were riddles--he regarded
    as soon as they were uttered,

    how wise is Zen and Taoism
    which doesn't seek to acquire
    enquire, label or grasp
    in holding to emptiness
    and voicelessness
    the truth emerges
    as naturally as the grass.

Because we languish
  in time--we've hardly lived
bearing the weight of living
often in moaning and grief

for the right words we struggle
in vain our very angst to relieve
in vagueness we know other people
life is the perennial lacuna-- not a gift