Does the Earth know that it spins
If so, does it spin just to give us day and night

Does the sky know that there is no sky
If so, does sky mirage itself just to reassure
Stars will not fall on us

Does the rainbow know that it exists only in our retinas
If so, does it conjure itself just to cheer up and enchant us

Do I make myself delirious like this
Just to prove my existence to me (2019)

Standing on a rock
I keep my eyes
Glued into the horizon
But there is no sight
Of the boat yet

Conveniently,
Mind evades the question:
How does it know
A boat is to arrive

Anywhere nearby
No waterway either

In a mind of focus
There is no room for
Trivial waterways

Besides my mind reckons that
Many boats can berth on the rock (2019)

I am liquidating
My ego

When done,
I can feel superior
To everybody

Even the most
Beautiful butterfly
Has a caterpillar past

My Holy Lord Jesus,
Why Calvary?

For gravity of our sins,
Even the Everest is shy

How can the pain you endured,
On the way to and on the Mountain,
Tame our hearts inflamed by weeds

How can the agony of nails
Bore into your veins and bones
Soften our souls soiled with slimes

This is no confession, but
To cherish your pain is
Our daily wine ‘n’ bread (2018)

Surely,
We are children
Of Mother Earth

Isn’t it her DNA
That spins us this much

Maybe not;

Mother has an axis of
Uniqueness

Passing hard and soft exhausting terrains,
In my journey of searching for truth
I came to the base of the Mountain of Truth,
That has a plaque of gold:

“Looking for truth?
Then, climb up quick”

Though already
Mercilessly breathless,
Cheerfully, I obliged

On the top of the Mountain too
Staring at me is a plaque of gold

“Looking for truth?
Then, climb down, quick” (2020)

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

Just by mixing
A few vibrations
I can fool human ear
To hear a symphony
The musician gloated

Just by crafting
A few words together
I can fool human mind
To feel deep meanings,
The poet exclaimed

Plagiarisers of my pranks!
     Joined in, almighty God

Your laughs
Sing songs
In my heart

Your sighs  
Blow storms
In my heart

Your silence
Plays operas of tears

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

" I think therefore I am"

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

When I was just a caterpillar
I had a great potential

Now,  a butterfly
I am just a beautiful sight

Dreams,
You sleep,

Then I can stay awake


Dreams,
You stay awake,
Then I can sleep

Your laughs

Sing songs in my heart

Your sighs
Whirl storms in my heart

Your silence
Plays operas with my tears (1981)

While passing the lamppost,

Looking down
      I witnessed the light
     Quivering on the ground

Looking up
    I saw the moths
  Circling the lamp

Come to me and drape my waves,
Entices the lovely river
Motivating my feet into the river

Embrace me and wrap my arms,
Invites the cool breeze,
Cementing my feet to the ground

Softly, the trees whisper,
“The choice is really yours”

Calm eyes of a patient croc
Keep meditating in the river

On a blitzkrieg in air  
Is a swarm of wasps (2020)

The drop of perspiration,
On your crescent like forehead:
A tiny little pearl
Glistens on a comely little rose,

Whispered he, to his sweetheart
With affection full of desires


The drop of sweat,
On her withered face:
An emblem that stirs up
Disgust for life’s desires

The hermit thought to himself (1981)

In day and night, in heat and cold
During storms and during rainfalls
You get battered without any reprieve

Teach me, scarecrow, preach me,
How do you sustain your dutiful scary look
While keeping your soft interior intact? (2019)

I hanged a drawing
Upside down

How ridiculous!
Exclaimed my friends

After a few visits
They fell in love with it

Months later
I hanged it
Upside up

How ridiculous!
Exclaimed the same friends

A drop of dust
Under my own feet;
Me!

A mountain
Borne by it:
Me!

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

I did not cry at all

And
I did not tell Anybody that
I was not crying

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?

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?

A flower’s
Petals

Our
Smiles

My
Sighs

Same
Fate! (2019)

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

I did not see,
My Lord.

Why?

Because of Sun.

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