Being alone,  I stare at the sky,
Wishing its laws were mine to command;
I would dim the moon's refulgent light --
Might that help Heaven to understand?

Just as the moon's radiance would be missed
If it were abducted from its realm,
So my ship sails with no guiding light --
Too long I've stood alone at the helm

Would the dreary woodland not rejoice
Hearing the song of one faithful bird?
Yet, alone I trudge down Life's harsh path,
Deprived of Love's reassuring word

Being alone, I find no reason
To greet the dawning day with a smile;
I see no sense in praying for strength
To carry my cross another mile

Being alone, I cannot believe
There's a God who feels pity for me;
Without Love's light my ship navigates
In the darkness . . .  and I'm lost at sea

And if it's a sin to renounce faith
In a God who cares,  then cast your stone!
No form of chastisement could be worse
Than this bitter pain of being alone

It rains now
As you rest your head on me

बादल गरजे बिजली चमके
सावन बरसे सब कुछ सरसे
मयूरा नाचे पपीहरा बोले
पीहू पीहू की ध्वनि गूंजे
      घुंघट पार साजन ही सूझे

हरियाली ने सेज बिछाई
तितलियां रंग भरने को आई
देख देख कर मैं शर्माई
सखियां करें सवाल अनूठे
‌        जवाब इनका एक न सूझे

साजन लगे सरोवर सा प्यारा
मेरी आंखें चंचल लहरें
रह - रह कर साहिल पर ठहरें
यह प्यार की पहेली कैसे सुलझे
       साजन मेरे सीमा पर उलझे।।

And then
the night
comes flooding
in, like
a spilled beer.

Fear is a
rabid bat;
fatally
infecting.

Loneliness is
an ice cube
in a bathtub
melt-
ing
slow-
ly.

Love is a
flat toad in
the road of
life.

Hope is a
broken dish,
an empty
pocket,
a shattered dream.

Life is a sparrow
in the cat's mouth,
an abscessed
tooth, with no
antibiotic.
It's a whale
in a frozen
ocean;
an eagle in the
city.

Insanity is
digging for the
courage to
continue
day after
day
after day.

He sought revenge
On all those who wronged him
So he dug a grave for his enemies
And one for himself
For he had nothing left to lose

some things done when alone are fine
but some things should never be done.

'doing' over 'being' is not for everyone
'being' over 'doing' is not for everyone.

balance is discovered through practise
practise is observed in the balanced.

silent lightning
dead cat lying opened mouth
to the pouring rain.

covered with my coat
sat to mourn the lonely cat
night broke into dawn
6/8/2021