Amidst the four walls crumbling against nature’s mighty blow The feeble mould of the good old human virus The self-proclaimed kind man now peeping inside his heart’s dingy insides painted with unkind intentions pretensions common to humankind of saving the world, the country, the community et cetera et cetera Figuring a new meaning the plasticity imprisoned by the eagle’s unabated fervour delighted parakeets fearless pigeons rushing through pristine air that’s swivelling through nature’s invincible showers ever so ready to pour

Unbraiding the knots In his heart He realized he Was running a boundless marathon Tears of blood Tears of sweat Tears of joy He cried an ocean Now free of cynicism Fear Possessiveness Inertia He sits in silence And looks Back At his insanity He recognizes his folly And the nightmare is Now, all over:)

With reverence and patience The old man mends The watch to precision The artist lives his Masterpiece Immerses himself in a vibrant new Universe Did you know what’s The chef’s secret spice? It is his soul All set to get erased The soldier Ain’t no movie star A real life hero The doc Is choking in a plastic Costume So the sick can get an ounce of air A toiling heart, ever so content With bare essentials and a good night’s sleep For affluence and comfort Come and go with the illnesses That tag along

Like the tortoise One puny act at a time Breezy notes Sunshine in all its modesty Rowing aside All that shallowness As if this floating reveals Deeper secrets into A trance called existence The timbered boat Dappled with scars of reality His serene smile A slight leaning of the head His fostering devotion Tales from the hamlet With a hint of tamarind Tranquilizing temple bells A bear hug from the mountains

In a small tattered room He lights up a pipe Pours his wine And stares at an antique masterpiece In his reverie A lake flushed with lotus petals Enveloped by greens An ethereal fog A kaleidoscopic boat In it a charming princess In a scarlet robe Rows the canoe fiercely With eternal yearning He is inching towards her Going down under Crying a lagoon Drowning slowly Into oblivion She chuckles Evaporates into the mist

The winds are enraged Dust pricks my eyes Falling trees The baby’s crying The glass breaks Petrified crows howling whistles Eagles scurrying back To the nest Squabs clutched and aghast The parched wind Asking for more We’re all blinded, choking Shudder not, pray The rain is a few miles away

Some memories Collide with each other And explode Like pain bombs Make you shudder And sweat And yell All at a time Don’t show me those scenes That part is forever dead Some others Nostalgic volcanoes Swim in an ocean full of tears of joy The warm embrace of wood fire, in a cold winter night Ailments of the heart Mild and strong That stroke you gently and bring a smile Oodles of fresh mountain air Reckless waterfalls And unabated sunshine Like re-living the Nirvana In this mortal life Memories Some are truly mine I hold them close In this stillness of time I have disowned the rest Fair enough?

The words in my head Hammer the drums black Tug the strings red Kiss the piano green Stage a passionate new epic They dance like Shakira Cook a gourmet fiesta Play around like ragamuffins Manufacture their merriment In times of dismay When they’re drained out Feel like I can’t breathe anymore When they hit a high note Can’t sleep anymore The love-hate keeps going on And on Inside the follicles of my brain They brew a prose And pour it all over into my cerebrum I have no choice But to spill the beans Like, literally