Life is layers upon layers
of memories
in the labyrinth
of the mind
of every kind-

a present event
or a feeling
or a mood
an imagination
will trigger
their appearance
which will have
to be processed
or attended-
it's helpless
to fight or desist -

memories upon memories
coalesce into a maze
in the kaleidoscope
of time- one's personal life
is written and shaped
in some strange image.

West:  Exert

Zen:   Relax

Most dreams are unrealised
to have them is to be agonised:
on the here and now, focus
that's an easier route to happiness

The next level
        comes on its own
        if your present task
        has achieved the best possible

If myself
    I don't understand
    how could
    I know the world?

The self
that knows
no fear
conquers the world

It's very common

in social media

idea-poaching-

not many have

original ideas

If someone
were always saying
'I want to be positive'
the likelihood is
that person's living
has been negative

The stereotyped
people prefer
what is new
they fear

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

I'm no pearl
only a pebble
hidden under
the sand of time
unknown
to be discovered
by none-
yet I don't complain
or moan-
what I am
happily I accept
being just alone
a tiny stone-

the rose
has my pity
it blows
and loses
its beauty
when the sun
loses its glow
and admirers
are gone

a pebble I am
free to the bone
my life
as in
a perfect cone
abiding
consistent
unchanging
with nothing
to atone.

Every life
is a bit literature
though the person
is not a writer

Life's two words-
'acceptance' and' rejection'
which to choose for people
is difficult- hence the frustration

The now
doesn't exist
but for the past
and there will be
no tomorrow
but for the present now-

time has ceaseless wheels
it turns and turns
on its unstoppable heels
leaving us aghast

we'll lose count
we can't follow
time's moving around
only to be
a cog therein
and unheard
will be our sound

There's no such thing
as a wasteland
there will always be
some small patch
that's worthy
to be claimed
for ready hands
to sow, to grow
to harvest
to tame
later to name
this is not
wasted land-

and here
on this edge
I'm proud
to proclaim:
this I've created
as sacred land
where love
and purpose
I've lent.

Online
offline
never mind
my own line
I'll find

Simply
this is it!

Despite his suffering and loneliness
he overcame them and emerged larger than Prometheus

Don't say to the reader:
Do you like what I've written?
This is rather rude and inappropriate
such words should be forbidden!

..but I'm not worthy
of your effort or time
too many are my demerits -
our coming-together  will yield
no  favourable outcome

Words-
the Alpha
and Omega
of life-
everything
does it encompass
its length
and breadth
know no bounds
every beauty
it resounds-
the heart
is soothed
and placed
in perfect rest-
here
and nowhere
is found
the ultimate
sacred ground

The mind
is the largest empire
it circumnavigates
all continents entire

Love can beauty conceive
   equally,  deceive

I'm content
to remain local
I don't aim
to be global

that reach I'll leave
to other people
in ease I'll rest
without stress or struggle

I'm silent
all because
I don't know
or else
only ignorance
I'd show-

I'll let others
their wisdom
to glow
or blow
while away
I'll go
and be seen
no more

Snow on Mount Fuji
fleet of white birds fly over
dawn has not broken

What a lovely metaphor-
'colours of the wind'!
Deeply felt in the heart
by the inward eye mysteriously seen!

Silence
is its own reward
without having
to say a single word

The healing
is in the silence-
you needn't struggle
nor engage in thinking

It's not enough--zeal-
you need faith, patience
consistency and steadfastness
at your very heel

The best healer
is not your doctor
but yourself
in your not being unwell-
you're your own saviour!

Your wealth
in exchange
for my health?
That I can't accept:
my peace
would be taken away
nothing of value
would I have left

your health
you must cultivate
looking else
is but dearth

I do pity you
for what
you can't have.

I admire the intuition
of women, also their patience

West: go for the  know

Zen:   the getting go--follow

Love is strange
in its hidden
unknown way
and so often
refuses to change

Ah, the world is drowning

fast drowning in 'positive thinking'

overloaded is the boat of living

all set for the impending sinking!


copyright 2025

The pen obeys
the heart
in all ways:
the two never part

The world's greatest culprit-
the ubiquitous, iniquitous Iphone
it never, never leaves you alone!

Life is either
this or that:
those who are wise
choose what makes them glad

Where there's love
there's spiritual growth

I choose resilience
over strength:
it holds me up better
and I'm made always consistent

Those who have conquered
    the most acute pain
    are immune to every adversity:
    life's most vital lesson they have learnt

This moves me so deeply:
   a flight of birds on wing
   across a clear blue sky
   at the first flush of morning

  or upon the in-setting
  of a soft tender evening
  as through my window, watching
  my poem in completing

  with the last lines impending  
  in beauty enriching -
  time I forget, lost in reverie
  with my heart in throbbing

as for my love I'm waiting-
hush, I'm wondering
where the birds are heading
and feeling they and I are in happiness-sharing

Be humble , in this
the world you will inherit