I know not --truly--
what I'll tomorrow be
it's more than likely
I would do something silly

It's infinitely better
      to be honestly ignorant
      than being pseudo- intelligent

Nothing is more frightful
than the secret inside
compared to all the forces outside

How could I pervade
     over another
    when myself
    I'm yet to discover?

Without lies
most of mankind
wouldn't have survived

What's the use
of wisdom
without freedom?
It's dreadful enslavement!

People learned more
from brokenness
than wholesomeness :
they had suffered the worst

Who knows how many chambers
   there are in the human heart ?
   each with its proclivities and nuances
   playing their individual part.

   Is there the congruence
   or the conflicting rub?
   The person has no say
   never has visited that mysterious hub-

   feelings and reason
  are poles apart
  how they struggle
  to be heard- how torn is the heart!

I can't help
loving you
don't ask me
to explain

the mention
of your name
is enough consolation
it banishes my pain

but you know me not
I'm someone hidden
(in silent longing)
behind a secret curtain

I can't help
loving you
but know too well
my love will never be returned

I looked low and high
  for a life- ally
  found finally the one
  who bears the name 'I'

I do what I should (it's my life--verily)

and don't bother to the slightest degree

what others think of or view me

Knowing most things
  I can't do-- I lend
my energy to what's
  within my talent's scan

  there's the very likelihood
  I might not succeed
  still I regard it better
  than not to proceed

Let your poetry flow
as the ceaseless river
each poem a heart-beat
of your enchantment and wonder

I was created
but what I am
alone I made

My future
   in the past had existed
    by the present nurtured
    
    I'm by time
   shaped and moulded

    what am I
    and how defined-

     still an unformed human
    a symbol of a person

     a corpus of uncertain thoughts
     sentiments and words?

    but I do know
   as forward I go

   there will be a coming-together
   that makes me a wholesome character

I don't need
to say yes or no
what my heart holds
you completely know

....but it's in the wilderness
     of space and time
    that my true self
    I could find

If I should love less
than I should
I would be unworthy
of your love -

chide me, leave me
tarry do not
from your memory
just wipe me off

millions of suitors
are at your very door
look away from me
I'd but make you sore

If I should love less
than I must
how could I be
the lover you should trust?

To love is to understand
a whole new world opens
everything else was dim
and dubious then

There were times
when we felt
we were not equal
to the task before us

as though we were slipping
into a state of inertia
dangling precariously
on the rope of hope
without the strength to cope

and lo!   A sudden rush
of courage from nowhere descended
and into our body surged
like the mightiest tide
which couldn't be stopped

'twas because
our innate resources
had been awakened
by the force
that compelled us
not to yield or surrender
or run the risk of total loss

this then was the moment
that had made us each a Titan
the bridge of crisis had been crossed !

From the past
  I came
  no one knew
  my name

  since in some corner
  of space and time, all alone
  my silent life-story
  I ceaselessly write-- just for my own

of me a wandering poet
a voice heard by no one
yet I have no doubt
there's a place for me under the sun

for to myself I sacredly belong
as long as life does still run
no regret or remorse will I suffer
when all my life-work has been done

.... but success has never been my aim
     though most people find it their favourite life-game

I write
  but am not out
  to prove
  I were right-

  only a voice
in the wilderness
of time and space
vapouring into nothingness

Faith
  will open
  every door or gate

    it holds its hand
    on patience
    unshakeable does it stand

    reason
   looks askance
   but doesn't understand

   the heart
   smiles with faith
   and patience-- making the trinity-chain

I don't ask
     for love
     it will be bestowed
    only if I deserve-

    I'll reciprocate
   in higher measure
   to be worthy-
     I should shirk never-

    you and I then together
   our own world we'll create
    in every joy and laughter
    and life abundant to celebrate

Stranger, when we meet
I'll let you speak
I'll be mute-

tell me your story
I'll listen attentively:

have you come from the sea?
or the mountain beyond the lea?

Though we've never met
in trust let our hearts set

for we're one in common humanity
capable of love, understanding and sympathy-

when you've had your full say
gently you may walk away
I'll remember you and regard this a memorable day.

I choose freedom
over wisdom

The day is either
your truth or your lie:
nothing in-between
no else beside

I can't speak
for the moment next
my heart I'll follow
nothing will I expect

may it be bright sunshine
or the ceaseless rain
whether the day is welcome
or harsh-- the grain

I'll sift from the chaff
in hope and faith I'll remain-
wonder and grace will lift the spirit
love and kindness will heal every pain-

if you're sad and bereft
I'll offer you my ready hand
heaven is in what we jointly create
as we in humanity commonly stand

Emptiness
is infinite space
everything
it does embrace

West:  insist

Zen and Taoism: desist

This I do understand:
     where to sit
     and where to stand

Not everyone, I dare think
   is on the path to growth
   indeed so many I've come to know
   do somehow or somewhat shrink

Western philosopher:  What's your skill?

Zen practitioner :         None, I only sit still

I'm not sad
because I don't understand
patiently I'll wait
and indeed am  glad that

myself I still own-
all futility I reject
surely there's a tomorrow
that I can self-correct

No such things
as the right time
the right decision
the right shape
the right size
the right colour
the right side
the right ride

thus
I don't the least mind
I'm a little early
a little late
being off the clock
the way I dress
or walk
or think
or say
the direction
I take
lacking punctuality
free to surmise
ready to visualise
being happily
imprecise

I
you
they
life

the coming-together
the conversation
the collaboration
the agreement
the disputation
the collusion
the deadlock
the impasse
the engagement
the disengagement
the pleasure
the chagrin
the meaningful
the mundane
the inane

somehow, somewhere
in some season
comes the separation:
things fall apart-
the total dissolution
inevitably sets in

the music stops-
the orchestration
sadly ends

Silence
breaks
the back
of violence

the latter
no longer retaliates

How do you define winning
and what is losing?

Inventions there have been so many
above all,  this I alone most treasure:
over-riding  E=MC Squared really
it's my humble denture!

You've got me
totally wrong
I'm not legendary
nor Promethean -strong

only an ordinary bloke
who've just arrived at the block
with his many frailties and warts
who never has claimed great were his thoughts

I'm growing old
but it's not the prompting
that I've morphed
into a non-being

didn't you read
my writing
or hear
my singing?

Didn't you find me
in the village-dancing?
Didn't you feel
my pulse in fullest rushing?

Yes, I'm old-growing
but in my heart spring is still abiding
when into the night-sky I'm gazing
I can't stop my romancing.

I might be uninteresting

    but am really glad not to be boring

.....but I can't change
    for your sake-
    that would be
    a great moral mistake

    but ready I am--as always
   to walk by your side
   to listen, to empathise
   in faithfulness abide

No
no
no!
I don't want
to be a dinosaur

to be displayed
as an item
in the museum
for public show!

If yourself you truly own

you'd never be afraid

of anything in the world--

in whatever state

The moment
    to yourself you said:
    '   I'm wiser than others'
   you courted your very moral death

Lend not your ears
   to others to the extent
   that they are
   no longer yours

Write me a poem
compose me a song
dance with me
take my hand along--

there's still light
  let not me be alone
if you love me
the entire world I'll own

It's enough-- enthusiasm-
not fame or heroism