someone told decades ago
you smile
as the big bang of a blast
flashed over the land
mistaking a people,
it was the only light
in the darkness.
.. .. ..
you have the noble truths,
and assets,
the path to the cessation
of all the agonies
pains,
no satisfactoriness.
either noble
or ignoble feelings
of intense jealousy.

but i know
you are not in meditation,
you are in a trance
thinking deeply
about the girl
who is sent away
to get some mustard
from the homes
where death has not been peeped
at least once,
though you know
impossible.

and you may be pondering over
a full moon be risen,
and the moonshine of sense
be pervaded
throughout the universe.
but alas!
even from your own home
you have been evicted
and now
your children
are in deep fights
in a state of consciousness
how to bring
the shipwreck of icons
in the hegemony
of colours.