Wednesday, 29 October 2014

The Sanctuary


The bird had flown
Far from distant land
Where water froze
In the harsh winter

It had separated from
The rest of its flock early
For he was always lost
By taking abrupt turns

Finally the bird reached
The edge of the sanctuary
And decided to just pause
And rest upon the tall fence

After the rush of blood
Subsided, mind cleared
The bird took a glimpse
Perched at the high fence

It took the bird by shock
The two worlds he saw
Opposite sides of fence
The contradiction stark

One side was lush green
Trees and water reservoir
Other side for miles stretched
A human slum of slimy muck

One side with colorful flowers
And butterflies flirted around
Other side even childhood stolen
Everything traded for few notes

The bird could hear few friends
Upon branches of trees singing
Sharing joy under the blue sky
Other side only soot and smoke

The city made its blaring noises
Ugly car honks, factory machinery
Propaganda from loud speakers
Drilling and construction sounds

The people looking like zombies
Rushing to find any sustenance
In the bitter battle for few morsels
And promise of some sleep at night

But in the sanctuary guarded by walls
There was life unending night and day
All creatures were happily oblivious
Of the struggle and madness outside

The bird sat and thought for a while
Having seen the desolation outside
If he could really find any more bliss
In the protected life at the sanctuary

His innocence was no longer there
He had known too much to be smug
The bird then heaved a heavy sigh
And flew far away to find destiny


Often dreams are
More truthful than
World of reality

How much can you
Say with limited
Range of words
Of our vocabulary

Reality is more a
Test of endurance
Come what may come
To have will to go on

That's what happens
When a whale surfaces
Close to the sea shore
The water just shallow

The whale which emerged 
From the depth of darkness
To bathe in nothing but light
Got stranded near the beach

But dolphins recognize
And help guide him back
To the deep dark waters
Else he'll soon be extinct

Back again in the depths
The mighty dark ocean
And whale become one
Echoing mellow songs

The waves carrying its
Melody crash on shore
The breeze picks it up
Passes on to the rain

And soon nothing remains
But becomes part of whole
The whale and its song
Blissfully lost in depths

What if?

I sometimes wonder
How it'd have been
If I was never born

There'd be a lot less
Trouble to all for sure
World'd be more at peace

But God send this soul
To add storm to the wind
A few hailstones in rain

I tried to carve my name
Upon the sturdiest rocks
But barely made scratches

Scratches with time wore
Rock surfaces smoothened
Only heroes can break rocks

So I guess its time to
Abandon my chisel
And pick sand paper

Try to rub out my marks on
Rocks, though only time can
This gives me a little peace

The Night

The night passed
In a lucid daze
My world crashing
Crumbling to pieces

People I had known
Came and faded away
Settings and personas
Merged, interchanged

Till the misty dawn's
Soft light woke me up
And I realized it was
A dream and not real

The past left me by
Without any trace
To find it back again
And today beckoned


Choice is a strange thing
What can we really choose
In life for our own selves?
So much is beyond all control

Where there is possibility
Of any choice, its inevitable
How many times do we really
Work against unfavorable odds

A sane being thinks rationally
Choices are sensible decisions
Only in insanity there's chance
Of deliberately choosing wrong

Sanity binds like string puppets
But sometimes sudden jolts break
Delicate wires of societal norms
And finally one is free to choose

Maybe I'm not making any sense
But do look at our maddest bunch
The poets and artists who choose
Art above their own personal good