While passing the lamppost,

Looking down
      I witnessed the light
     Quivering on the ground

Looking up
    I saw the moths
  Circling the lamp

Who teaches us
How to share a place
Even by ten,
On which even
Two cannot stand,

         Is the rain

Your laughs
Sing songs
In my heart

Your sighs  
Blow storms
In my heart

Your silence
Plays operas of tears

I did not cry at all

And
I did not tell Anybody that
I was not crying

Whatever happens
God is happy
That’s why many things happen
In the same instant

Well, I am no God, but
Whatever happens
I am happy too
That is why I survive

Whatever happens
God is calm
That is why everything
Comes to stability so quick

Whatever happens
I am calm too
That is how I keep
My sanity, but
I am no God

Whatever happens
God is shrewd
That is why
The Universe
Keeps running

Well, I am no God, but
Whatever happens
I too find a way forward
That is why I still
Keep marching

I know that I think
Therefore, I believe I exist
But, I cannot say whether God does

A fake!

The sky-moon
Called the lake-moon

To prove it
The sky-moon hid
Behind the clouds

When it came back
Triumphantly,

The lake-moon asked
Hey, sky-guy,
What happened to you
When I hid behind
The lake-clouds

I did not see,
My Lord.

Why?

Because of Sun.

Being inside the room
I looked outside

The outside was of
Little little squares

Being outside
I looked inside

The inside was of
Little, little squares

Where does this path lead to
Inquired one who has lost his path

This also leads to another path
Replied another path searcher

A butterfly?
You are not

A dandelion
Flower seed
Floats in the breeze?
No! you are not

A little bird
Gliding in the sky?
Certainly not

Your dancing stroll
In the field of orchids
Carefree and aimless,
Carries an aurora of
Grace and peace

Heart! go out there
And be like her,
At least be a
Dandelion flower seed

The tormentor of time
Has tattooed
Abstract Statues
On his face
Using clay of wrinkles

His eyelids were sagging  
For the weight of excessive skin,
And almost hid his pupils.

I gave him food,
But he really needed
Was happiness-
Which I never had enough.

His image
Stages dramas
In my mind

Was his outer self  
A portrait of my inner self?

Being on the rock
That stands in the river,
When I look down
I see the river.

The river is me.

Then I see
My reflection
Quivering on the water.

It is the river

In the midst of the thickest forest
On the top of the highest mountain
In the darkest, loneliest tiny cave,
I reside.

The sun is bright in the midday sky
But its brightness is no match
To the darkness living in the cave
Ferocious loneliness of the forest
Subordinates the loneliness of the cave

I reside in the cave
I reside nowhere

I am bound by the cave
So, I can go nowhere

I am freed by the cave
So, I can roam everywhere

Here, I am
Here, I am not

Oh, my dear Lord, Hermit
I came to see you
In search of wisdom

Oh, my dear confused one
I came to the thick of the Forest
Because I despise wisdom and all that

Dreams,
You sleep,

Then I can stay awake


Dreams,
You stay awake,
Then I can sleep

On the river bank,
Taking cover
Behind the thick fog,
You keep walking.

Nearby,
I keep waiting
Until Sun rises
Higher

Will the fog have
Eloped with you?

A drop of dust
Under my own feet;
Me!

A mountain
Borne by it:
Me!

The Sky:

The rental home
For the stars
In night times;

In day times,
For the Sun

My Retina:

A camera  
For their cosmic dance

My Mind:
The playhouse

When you flow
Dancing rhythmically
On the top of the mountain
Nobody is rallying to see you

When you fall
Suffering turbulently,
Down here in the valley
Many are saluting you
With standing ovation

In day and night
In the heat and cold
During thunderstorms
Getting battered and battered

Tell me, scarecrow,
How do you maintain
Your dutiful scary look
While keeping your
Soft interior intact?

I have glued my eyes to the horizon
But, there is no sight of the boat yet

Mind conveniently
Evades the question,
How am I to know-
The boat is to arrive

There is no waterway
Anywhere nearby
Where I am waiting

My mind
Completely ignores this
Since its focus is on the boat

Besides, there is a plenty of space
For a boat on the rock
On which I am standing
And I am a resolute
Optimistic thinker

Just by drawing
A few pencil-lines
I can fool human eye
To make them see
A water-drop,
The painter boasted

Just by mixing
A few vibrations
I can fool human ear
To make them hear
Beautiful music
The musician gloated

Just by crafting
A few words together
I can fool human mind
To make them feel
Deep meanings,
The poet joined in

You, plagiarisers,
Stole my non-copyrighted
Tricks of illusions,
Reality groaned
With a nod of approval

In the wall-painting
The water appears real
But I cannot wash
My hands with it

A mind-boggling illusion

On the TV screen
The water is moving
And Making sound
But I cannot bath in it

A superior illusion

In the river,
There is water
I can drink and
Bath in

The ultimate illusion?!

Does the Earth know
That it spins
If so, does it spin
To give us day and night

Does the sky know
That there is no sky
If so, does it mirage itself
Just to reassure us

Does the rainbow know
It exists only in our retinas
If so does it conjure itself
Just to mesmerise us

If anything,
What does this
Little Inquiry suggest
My existence, or
My non-existence

" I think therefore I am"

I think, therefore I am not
I think not, therefore I am
I think not, therefore I am not

I did not see,
My Lord.

Why?

Because of Sun.

Being inside the room
I looked outside

The outside was of
Little little squares

Being outside
I looked inside

The inside was of
Little, little squares

Where does this path lead to
Inquired one who has lost his path

This also leads to another path
Replied another path searcher