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

A mirror comes forward
When a camera longs for a
Selfie

Who can help mind?

Mirror is the mind itself
Camera And selfie
Are also the mind

Pulled in this way,
Pulled in that way
As if they are trying to
Hurt the rope,
But, rope isn’t the one
Who's getting blisters

The canoe
Emerges through
The horizon

Dreams, too heavy
For the Canoe,
Belong to the river

Soon, I will cross the river, but
Is it a dream too?

The switch is to
Generate light
Demonstrates my friend
By turning the switch on
Again, and again

The switch is to
Generate darkness
I Demonstrate
By turning the switch off
Again, and again

A crow pecks
On its reflection
In a metal plate
Thinking that
It is an outsider

A man smiles with
The mirror
Thinking that
The image is himself

Lying neatly
Books are in
Deep slumber

The pipe unlit
Looks like being in
Sedation

The pen unopened
Appears to be comatose  

An extinguished candle
Keeps paying homage
To the live photograph

A flower’s
Petals

Our
Smiles

My
Sighs

Same
Fate

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

Grass squashed by feet
Raising their necks,
Standing on their toes,
Look instantly to see who
The culprit was

The night sings through
Tree leave windpipes
With mild cool breeze

In the front yard
On white sand
The night paints
With silvery paint,
Borrowed from the moon

Night invites me out
With its enticing wonders
Seen on the CCTV

I wish I know
How to repair
My wheelchair

Wet soap bar
Slides through
Slippery fingers-

Falls on dirt
Again, and again

Wiping its dirt out,
It’s getting picked up

With the same
slippery fingers

Again, and again

Flat Earthers -  Round Earthers
Vegans-Non vegans
Evolutionists - Creationists
Scientists of mainstream - Scientists of dissent
Whoever for - Whoever for another alternative

When demonised
By inferiority
To feel superior
Be a martyr

Meaning: meaningless?

If no,
Then isn’t it a
Meaning by itself

If yes;
Multitudes of Meaning
In multitude of minds:
Chaos of multiplicity

Aha, what a profundity, for
Even if it is not,
Then it’s a
Profundity by itself

Running clockwise
Running anticlockwise
On a circle perpetually

Ongoing vertigo;
A side-effect of
Owning a mind

Pray for an unjust world,
Since some preach
A suicide bomber is a
Fighter for justice

To an onlooker
Of the horizon,
How close,
The sky and Earth

About us too
People may feel
The same way

When I am in the ocean
I do not own a label
But I have a life

If I get caught in a net
Then I will become a tuna
And lose my life

The suicide bomber, seeing a little girl
Who was leaving the ill-fated church,
Patted her head with compassion

Then he placed himself
Among the Easter prayers
And pressed the button

The three hands,
All keep running,
As if they intend to
Catch the others

Even when met
No breaking,
As if they are in a race

Is this a
Perpetual attempt
To break out
From the clock?

The word ‘lie’
To be erased
From dictionary
Since all of us
Vow solemnly
And tell only
Truth

The only relevance of distant past
Is only its irreverence, if any

Then, why does my stupid heart
Need reminder after reminder
Of this triviality

The drop of perspiration
On your crescent forehead
Is like a little glistening pearl
Crowning on a little rose,

He whispered to his sweetheart
With affection full of desires

The drop of sweat,
On her weary withered face
Is like an emblem that evokes
Disgust for life’s desires,

The hermit thought to himself

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

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

I am a Paddler
Who has no
Canoe, or oar,
Or even a
River to cross.

My mind sees God
Evolution, Big Bang
Mirages, and horizons

God, what is this?

Take my mind back
Give me sanity.

Chief Monk Sir,
I have sinned

How, Junior?

I came across
A young lady in ****;
I turned my head away

It is purity;  
Isn’t it, Junior?

No, Sir,
My head wouldn’t
Have turned in that flash
If it were just an
Ugly wooden block

We still keep
Sinning!

Was
The Calvary Mountain
Too short

A song of empty words
To which a mesmerising
Tune is composed

Or

A song where a sweet
Melody is composed
For  nonsensical lyrics

If it is not for
The string
I could visit
The Moon,

Kite feels.

The beehive of
Stings and honey,
In my heart:

You!

The kite,
Floating in the sky,
Is resenting the restraint
Of the string

Moon
Why are you
In so disgust

Is it the *****
of the lights
On you

If so,
Go to the village

The lake bund is
Still so beautiful

The table is 3D, and
So is the orange on it

The canvas is 2D, but
The orange in it
Is 3D

Though
I live with my mind
It cohabits with
Alternative realities;

I cannot mind
This unfaithfulness, since
I should mind
My own business,

For I can’t write even this
Without my treacherous mind’s
Multiple dimensional disorder

For the kitten
It’s play

But, to the
Thread ball?

No hand-cuffs
No guard around
But, it ain’t got
Any freedom either

My dear Lord Jesus,
Why Calvary?

For gravity of our sins,
Even the Everest
Is shy of height

Our hearts are numbed
For the pain you endured
Taking the cross uphill

Our hearts are blunt
For the agony of the nails
Penetrating your veins and bones

We letdown
Your pain in vain;

We still cherish
Our sins

Basking in the glow of dawn
Wearing pearls of dew drops
Brides of roses in the garden

Raising their necks proudly
Glamorising the living room
Celebrities of roses in the vase

Agonising in waste
Zombies of roses
In the kitchen ******* bin

Without being eulogised
Resting in peace
In the town’s ******* tip

I respect all other religions
It is my religion’s directive

Then my God whispered
That’s not respect for other religions
It’s just another way of justifying superiority

Then my conscience convinced me
To respect other religions
As each religion is good for
Its faithfuls

When the light
Is turned on in the
Early morning,

Does it annoy you?

No, it illuminates.

The long dark lonely road
Extends into the horizon
And hides in the jungle

The horse strolls steadily
As if it knows the jungle

The coachman keeps
Daydreaming
As if he is in his couch

The jungle’s breaths
Sound like warnings  

Sniffing the danger,
Reins long for
Someone’s holding

Truth,
To welcome you?

Even to look at
An eye pricking
Bunch of thorns

Oh! No!

Falsehood,
Who comes in
Nice, nice ornaments;

Be my guest

Truth,
Trust you?
You hide your changing soul
By always using Just a single dress

Oh! No!

Falsehood,
You come in many costumes
But always has only one form

Trustworthiness?
You got it

The canoe is
Emerging from
The horizon

My dreams,
Are too heavy
For the canoe, and

Should be junked
Into the river,
Before I get in

Soon, I will cross the river
But isn’t it a dream too?

You float into my mind
Like a row of dreams

Then, you leave my heart
Like a row of sighs

My mind fans you with
Affection of tenderness

Then, like a shy plant
You shrink to hide yourself

How did the same
Golden thread that
Interweaved our hands
Start to cut through the
Diamonds in our rings

How equal?

In the other side
Of the rope;
Only me.

In this side also;
Only me.

A piano
On your mind-fingertips:

My heart.

A canvas
To my heart-paint brush:

Your mind.

Don’t erase the picture
You may feel like drawing it
Again, and again

Don’t draw the picture
You may feel like erasing it
Again, and again

Just keep watching,
Then you will see that
There was never a picture.

Death, calamity, beauty or yields
Neither I own them nor I care for

I never gloat or I never lament
Never I reign and never I respond
To accord or rescind, never is my right
To bless or curse is beyond my might

Nothing exists that presses my buttons
As I hold no buttons of any kind
There’s no agenda I wish to pursue
‘Cause I have no wishes that I long for

Time or space I can never sense
And I’m of no order nor I’m random
I just happen as it may happen, or can happen
Still, at any time, for sure, I’m not chaotic

Yet, we share our misery of being true partners
Who cannot opt for a divorce of any sort
As we both are clueless and aimless
Two-blind -wanderers handcuffed

If I am qualified to
Go to heaven,

My dear God,

Kindly take me out
Just before
Inability sets in and
Prevent me paying  
My dues for
The precious breaths I steal.

In exchange of this huge favour
I am willing to go to hell