Sunday 30 April 2017

TURKEY TALK


The son of man has finally risen

But alas! Me, the son of an egg

Must die!

And for me!

There is no coming back! 

 Every year

We give up our lives

The day the son of man comes back to it! 

Why is it that when he comes to life

I have to lose mine!

He is the messiah of the whole world!

Yet why is it that I get to be martyred

I know he was crucified and all!

But tell me frankly

What did I do?

To get marinated and roasted! 

And hey, he is supposed to my Saviour too!

And I too wish to celebrate Easter!

Oh! Son of men and women

As you celebrate in happiness this blessed Easter!

Spare me, my flesh and bones!



DISSONANT SUNSHINE



No knowing my heart is broken




The sun shines brightly! 




Troubled by this dissonance




I wonder which one should change?  


CREEPING HELL

In mindful contemplation


Focused on emptiness


I sit selflessly


Not judging


Not elaborating


But Alas!


The ego that I hate


Suddenly Creeps in!


Paradise collapses



Hell breaks loose! 

NEITHER ONE NOR MANY

No, one, can see!


Not, many either!  


All that is


And all that can be!


Neither this


Nor the other


There lies the truth!


Where there is silence!


WISDOM PRAYER

Oh! Lord benevolent and merciful!

Praise and glory be to you!

As a lost soul in the darkness of the night

With no path is in sight

You were my only beacon

When sorrow was drowning me

You were my only hope

In this journey of life  

You have blessed me abundantly

You have brought me thus far!  

Oh saviour of the world! Oh compassionate one!

As I walk through these unchartered worlds  


I pray! Give me the wisdom to do your will 

PUNGAI TREE


The warring sun fills the sky


And its crimson wrath drives the blue away


As green withers to brown


And lakes and streams vanish


The barren hills glow


The parched plains pant


Unfettered by this solar malady


Fed by some mysterious spring


Fresh, green and full of blossoms


The graceful  Pungai tree!






BUDDING MISERY


Ever so careful


Not to cause the slightest pain 


Soft on the ends


And flexible in the middle


I’m your best friend!


Especially when the itch is out of reach


Yet! Alas!


All I get is used, smeared and thrown


Oh! How miserable!





My life as an ear bud!