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

Garden
      .
Living-room’s flower vase
          .
Kitchen’s ******* bin
          .
Town’s ******* tip

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

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

Or

A song where a sweet
Melody is composed
For  nonsensical lyrics

Nearby my feet,
Ants are busy
Minding
Their own business

They are too tiny
Even to worry about
Giganticness of my feet

I kept avoiding faithfully
Any route you might take

Why then
My heart got gloomy
When I heard that
You had left the town

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

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

BOOKS

Author, pundit,
Why, burn this
Mountain of books?

They filled my head
And blanked my mind;
Take them, if you so like.

What good is it in there for me
In this plenty of emptiness.

Enquirer, my dear young fellow,
Let emptiness fill your mind well
Then scribe your own tomes too
It’s only then you see in real trueness
The emptiness lies in all wisdoms (2020)

Surely,
We are children
Of Mother Earth
Isn’t it because of her DNA,
We spin so much

Maybe not;
Mother has a fixed
Axis of spin
And we?

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

A crow pecks on its reflection
Thinking that what it sees is a rival

A man smiles with the mirror
Thinking that what he sees is himself (2015)

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

How equal?

In the other side
Of the rope;
Only me.

In this side also;
Only me.

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

Kite feels.

When the light
Is turned on in the
Early morning,

Does it annoy you?

No, it illuminates.

The eyes lived in
Darkness for a while
Apprehensive of
The light rays
Suddenly come in;
But only for a moment

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

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

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

Button is pressed
It spins

Button is released
It stops

So,
Does the Fan
Know it

Even though
You aren’t chasing me

By any means,

Why am I trying to
Flee from you,

By all means

Being in close embrace
With unspoken affection
Our snow coats
Keep an eye on us
Giving a stern look

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

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

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

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

About us too
People may feel
The same way

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

God, what is this?

Take my mind back
Give me sanity.

You broke into my heart
Like a violent storm

Then you moved in my heart
Like a violent storm

When you left my heart
Still like a violent storm
It stilled my heard
Like a deep calm blue sea

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

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

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

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

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

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

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)

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

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

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

If not for mind’s multi-D syndromes
What sanity in this swirl of deliriums (2019)

Never was any relationship
Between us, she uttered
With great pride

That’s also a
Certain kind of relationship
I replied with great humility

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

Moon,
You are so cheerful

Looks like
You hate to go back
To the city

If so, then stay
The lake bund is
All yours

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)

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

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

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

My dear lord,
Since everyone
Solemnly professes
Their complete innocence
There is absolutely no way
That I cannot be guilty

In my wall-painting
The water appears real
But I cannot wash
My hands in it

A mind-boggling illusion

On my TV screen
The water is moving
And Making sound

But I cannot bath in it

A superior illusion

Water in the nearby river,
I can drink and even bath in

The ultimate illusion?! (2019)

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?!

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

Me
Not me
Not, not me