Just a single page
of a person's life-story
is infinitely more important
than the millions of world history

Mistake once
is acceptable
twice is trouble-
thrice--a debacle!

No one
could put a halt
or bury an idea
which has found
its time and is bold
enough to shatter
the very foundation
of  falsehood
that has kept
mankind captive
and deceived
the most intellectual
of minds-

the game
is over
no more
the charade-
truth shall rise
to set
in a new era
and the die
shall be
inexorably cast-

lies shall die
the mask
of false prophets
shall be stripped-
no longer
shall life
be dehumanised:
a new voice
shall echo
over every corner
there shall
be a new order
that all mankind
shall readily embrace
and trust

I've to go away
myself to renew:
it's too crowded
and noisy here
life doesn't ring true
with voices clamouring
to be heard and slogans
being painted
in public walls
and 'save the world' gurus
are unwilling
to cease
their uncompromising

I've had enough
of exhortations
which are bursting
my ears-
if to myself
I wish to be true
I'll have
to withdraw
from this cacophony
to find myself

From Chopin's diary, through my eyes

So calm, gentle and tender is the night
though there's no moon, stars or  the faintest light
my heart wells never as before in such longing and sorrow
let my music tell my heartbreak-story though I know

love , the love of my life, will not once gain return
while my feelings within me so grievously burn
at this hour so bereft and solemn as I write my Nocturne
if I've died a thousand times,  for this love I'll still tearfully yearn

Life is the water
we are the filter
when its pipe is stuck
we'd all run out of luck!

We refuse to be
a footnote of time only
but to wear life on our sleeve
not a single moment to miss-

we will never be
but the remnant of history
its tide we'll rise over
to become our saviour and master-

we will not die
in regret or sigh
nor lose out in default
we make our unequivocal call

when the last hours should fall
the best of ourselves we'll recall
  no beauty nor love have we left behind
  and all that lives within us is noble and sublime