Poor Timmy (Ghoree na char saka balee char gaya)

Timmy was playing in the field

with his mom in sight,

Grazing in the lush grass

he was a Big Timmy now

And little did the Big Timmy know

Half way across the world sat

a man with a penchant for his fat.

Money to be sent was sent and

Timmy's story reached the end

The Line

 

My daughter one day stood on the doorstep

with grave concerns on her mind.

Home inside, raging storm outside

and she decided her stand on the line

Half foot in front and half behind.

Not towing nor heeling it.

I stood like her on the line

and we talked about how birds flew in the air

and how thunder also flew in the air.

Elements

    

Bereft without a sail
Stiffling

Freshness of the wind yonder

Might change its course

The vessel demands not

but is besought

in its want to be filled

in measure of its guild

How became the traveller

betrodden by every step

'Tis strange to walk freer

Yet in yoke of the Ceph

Not yet have the embers

been proud of a blaze

Awaiting the Blacksmith

to sanction the raze!

Reassurance

I will always be here for you.
How can that not be a lie
Why to be wrapped up
in questioning it.
Why not to take refuge
in the false melody.

The Wall

My long lost friend, I yearn!
But with the rise and fall
of every sun and moon,
Taller grows the wall betwixt.
And now grow even flowers
on mossy stones of my side.
Eagle I am not to soar over,
Nor strong to bend the fate,
Nor whiskers possess I
to dig a way and try.
So I shall remain stuck,
till another chapter read.
Without a wall instead.

Ebb and flow

Part I

This is the way of unknown citizens.
Step by step lead in to the marshes till,
Octantis behind and Polaris front.
A program created by the program.
Exhaustion in running smaller circles,
becomes nothingness, a canopy above.
What tent will hold these dark passions outside!
Among the loneliness of the marshes,
there are promises, running in thousands.
Of the only road to a salvation.
The only has to become their undoing

Part II

citizens known this is their way
step by step lead in to deserts sway
the sun fills the expanses gaunt
polaris behind octantis in front
inspiration running circles bigger and
becoming chaos an icarus above
in the blinding light wanting land
lost in a mirage evaporating love
there are promises, an explosive knowing
of freedoms lying in every grove
the plurality their undoing

Part III

This is the way of the unknown known.
Step forward, step back; The Breakers
which are sea but are truly landgrown
Stars sleep but not for the wakers
Their intention remains the seed sown
Steady, expanding and contracting
Diving deep beneath and soaring high
Dusk and dawn merging, separating
Promises yield to their inward sigh
And they roam the roads decorating
celebrating and silent.

Pendulum

I am a pendulum that swings on the pit of degenerative humanity
I define the emotional concept and the rational feeling
I swing between extremes of God and A-God
And at each extreme missing the other one
The longing becomes my motion

This is a poem that I pulled out of my long non shared stuff after I came across Schopenhauer's "Boredom is just the reverse side of fascination: both depend on being outside rather than inside a situation, and one leads to the other."