Love, longing,
Letting go.
Why is life this
Obliviously rude?
Why this limerence,
All little emotions,
Were meant to
Fade away one day?
Beyond our emotions,
What are we?
Just stacks of bones,
Sacked in rags of skin?
Love, longing,
Letting go.
Why is life this
Obliviously rude?
Why this limerence,
All little emotions,
Were meant to
Fade away one day?
Beyond our emotions,
What are we?
Just stacks of bones,
Sacked in rags of skin?
A good, a bad.
A strong, a weak.
A demon, an angel.
It doesn't matter,
At what end of
The gun you're.
In the end you will
Also be a good hunt,
For a better hunter.
Predator to a prey.
A matter of time.
In between lies life.
The days of black and white,
Are long past gone.
These are the testing times of
Fifty shades of grey.
Speak the truth, you're ruthless.
If you lie, you're shameless.
Just spill right shades of both,
You're a righteous person.
Sometimes, you need to say
What others want to hear.
Ignore the things ,
You don't want to listen.
Trying to convince is a futile effort,
People hear what they want to hear.
You need to wear a mask or shed one
To move on and live contently.
Who am I?
The good me? The bad me?
I'm both. I'm either.
Also, I'm neither of the two.
A victim of time,
Picking up myself,
Crawling, aging,
But still, standing,
To make a living.
Drowning, crumbling'
In this sweep.
Yet, in a momentary lapse,
Cheating the mighty time,
To nail some moments.
I'm me, wondering who's me?
Through the sweep of time;
Fighting, flying and sighing,
I'm a warrior, a survivor.
I'm, the usual, ordinary man.
I don't know, what I know and
What I don't know.?
Don't know what I'm and
What I'm not.?
Neither what I want to be nor
What not to be.?
Do I have a purpose or
This is one.?
Am I confused?
I don't know.
I simply wonder!
All these are questions or answers themselves.?
A bad man, a good man.
Who decides reason?
A wrong deed, a good deed.
Who defines destiny?
He's theist, me atheist.
Does it matter?
I'm smart, she's dumb.
Really?
World isn't black and white.
Colourful it is.
Reality is our perceived illusion.
World is beyond our calculations.
We're prisoners of our thoughts,
Our lives are beyond all rationality.
Painting by- SUMALATA SONAVANE
We're men,
Running from the life's truth,
In search of a convincing lie.
Busy, wasting time to earn,
Again spending it to waste time.
How we live?
Revolving around consumerist ethos,
Doomed in convincing ourselves this lie,
When we already know what's the truth.
And finally, here we're
Obsessed with future,
Regretting wrecked past
While present is in crisis.
Truth is a dangerous thing,
For its variable in space and time.
When a man speaks a truth,
The person targeted understands it in one way,
Others perceives it other way.
And in process of convincing all,
It becomes a different truth.
Not all truths bring happiness,
Not all lies hurt.
I suppose,
The truth that hurts is more than a lie,
The lie that keeps happy is a better truth.
Since no one knows absolute truth,
It's only convinced in different versions.
Not always we should be happy,
Sometimes let sadness break the monotony.
Not always we should be clear,
Sometimes confusion adds great memories.
Not always we should judge people,
Sometimes let's walk in their shoes to behave matured.
Not always we should be charming,
Sometimes being absolutely boring gives us freedom.
These ups and down add life to our days,
Otherwise stagnation is almost death.
Running like a rat is everyone's fate,
Sometimes just relax and say, fuck it....the feel will be great.
Sometimes,
Caress of flowers hurt,
Thorns soothe me.
Thunder behold me,
And rain turns me lackadaisical.
Some lies have buoyed,
Truths have torn me apart.
Exhaustion has inspired,
My potency turned me lazy.
The only thing I realised each time was,
With bondages I was maniac,
This freedom alone has kept me lively.
-Jatri
Giving someone a hug,
When you yourself need it,
Can be a most courageous moment of your life.
Being the reason for a smile on someone's face,
When your own smile is lost,
Can be a greatest ethic you posses.
Comforting someone,
When you yourself are frustrated,
Can be a greatest venture you can ever do.
And sharing your time with someone,
Even when you're too busy to look back,
Can be a biggest favour you can do to someone.
Because, Life is not a competition,
Neither we're competitors.
It's a journey and we're Pilgrims.
(Thanks to my junior. A SMS sent by her is impetus for this poem.)
God is not just a statue,
He's a virtue within.
He's not a concept,
A belief within.
Neither he's prophet nor religion.
He's a religiousness,
Meant to make you humane.
He's not a master,
Nor you're his puppet,
To follow his orders.
He's but a friend to be understood.
For some god may be love,
And for some truth.
Compassion for one,
And honesty for other.
Some see him in others,
And some within.
You can call me atheist,
But I'm a thiest.
Since my god can never be your god.