Since ancient time scholars have been prodding their brains with the following question;

If a tree falls in the forest, and there’s nobody around to hear, does it make a sound?

After much exasperation, they concluded;

Who cares, if a  tree falls  in the forest or not,  or does it make sound or not.

Alas! much to their chagarin, they are confronted with a new question;

Are there any forest left now?
So, did the original question hold any relevance now?

Could you guess the final outcome of the debate that may rage on the new teaser, for decades?

Don't bump into him

He is a paradox.

No one knows how to deal with it.
No one knows why it should be dealt with.

You cannot pardon your own sins

Parting ways is easy for the roads
not for human hearts

Don't treat my poems
as passing clouds.

At times, even passing
clouds eclipse the Sun!

Past is a lost country where my dreams are permanently buried.

I unexpectedly bump into an old friend.
He feigns he doesn't know me.
To stir up memories of the past in us, I whip up curds of nostalgia.
But he won't swallow it.
Feeling let down, I walk away, realising that memories cannot unite disparate lives that have crossed paths by chance.

The past is murky

The present is overcast

What's to come is tense

Do you know the path of your journey?

Waited for a good day,
endlessly, and I became ripe
and sweet like a fruit.

Now, the ants are biting me
for dessert, a stinging end
to my patient wait.

Life is a pause
between
birth and death

The pauses you took were more soothing to me than your speech.

The storm clouds have passed.
I wish you, O troubled soul, peace.

Let peace be the new language our hearts shall speak.

Let it mend the wounds that hatred has wrought.

Peace is the only subject that should be taught to humans.

Want to live in peace?

Either surrender to
your ego

Or

to the ego of
others,


Completely.

I am not an advocate of peace.
But I want to understand
why there was a disagreement
in the first place.

Now, only in art peace resides.

When humans conspire with death out of disgust for coexisting, peace becomes a trash in society's back yard.

Weapons create war.
War brings destruction.
Peace is born from understanding and love.

It lies within your heart; do not look for the treasure of peace elsewhere. You'll discover it if you seek.

When will my warring
mind invite me
to sign a peace treaty with it.

I am waiting in the
garden of thorns .....

Why blood has to be shed for peace?

My house has no
Windows because
My neighbourhood
has many peeping Toms!

Standing under your 15-foot cut-out, which you had erected for your 30th birthday celebration, makes me seem insignificant.

My mind is perplexed  whether it creates the thoughts or the thoughts it creates create it.

My mind is unsure whether it is the true mother of its thoughts or merely their surrogate?

A little bit for yourself and everything else is for others!

your breath  my breath
your dreams my dreams
your goals my goals
your pain my pain
your joy my joy
your life my life
your death..err.. your death only.

I rise everyday from the ashes of "disease and despair" to live.

Can a goat follow the same path that an elephant has taken?

Sorry, I drew your portrait, but it resembles the person I cherish in my heart.

Your last ****** expression before departing convinced me that another meeting with you is a pipe dream.

Pity the living creatures that suffer

with human mind.

Don't scratch your head

You may not get any  profound thought,

instead your sharp finger nails may

**** some lice dwelling on your head.

If you feel very insecure,

Buy puppets and play God

What use is, if my poems
get your appreciation posthumously.
Show your appreciation now
When I am alive.

What use is, if you hold seminars on my work posthumously.
Hold them now, when I am alive.

What use is, if you bestow titles & awards to me posthumously.
Give them now when I am alive.

I am making this plea now, when I am alive, because I cannot make it posthumously.

I don't use sugar coated words in my sonnets since a considerable lot of you have diabetes.

I don't use salt loaded words in my sonnets since a considerable lot of you have hypertension.

I don't use acidic words in my sonnets since a considerable lot of you have gastric issues.

I will not use any words in my future sonnets since none of you are going to read them any way!

Earlier definition:

A language is regular if and only if it is accepted by the heart'.

Present definition:

'A language is regular if and only if it is accepted by a finite automation'.

Every poem deserves to
be read...
more than once.

Is a grapple with words

A good Poem speaks

A well crafted poem
may go bust if the readers
fail to understand it's
Sophistication or meaning.

Keep it simple.

If my poems fail
repeatedly to enthuse
reader's,

I will not hesitate to put
them on steroids to make
them look attractive!

Your ordinary poems
swagger reflecting your
arrogance and ignorance

Always an outsider.

Unimpeachable !

I am afraid you are trying
to remove my name from
Poetic arena