Hibernation

Helpless am I

As though I fall off a cliff.

My arms reach no clutches,

My feet feel no touches,

My head gives no solutions,

My mind has no emotions, 

And I am free.

Now needs no worry.

Awhile ago, 

My feelings were shattered,

My heart unsecured,

My arms were burdened,

My feet were detained,

And I was in captivity

And my worries infinity.

Now as helpless as I lay,

I take this moment to hibernate;

My arms are now loosened,

My feet now unrestrained,

My head safe and sound,

My mind now unbound

And I am free.

Now needs no worry.

Let thus fall,

Scatter my hassle,

Clean up this muddle,

Conserve my power

To bring back the vigour,

To live the ardour,

To bounce back harder,

And be the me;

The all that I can be.

Yes, at the end of this fall

I shall wake to a life afresh.

Forever Unknown!

“Hey Ram Hey Ram”

Shot dead the one who had an abode

For Ram in his own heart.

But Ram had changed so much with Gandhi’s death.

They say he prefers temple more than hearts.

So they have made the best plain

Over the corpses and tears and blood

They are used to cries of pain

But who they are, are forever unknown.

They thought India a land with borders

But forgot it’s a nation in our blood.

They thought we might kill our brothers

But we have pledged “all Indians are my brothers”.

They throw bones to tempt us

But we are not dogs they must know.

Oh India! Beware of them

For who they are, are forever unknown.

They make life at the cost of this nation

But we must stand to defend our mother

To uphold her colours 

To polish her assets

To accept her varieties

And live with “unity in diversity”

For they want us to forget;

We are Gandhi

We are Buddha

We are Abdul Kalam

Oh India! Beware of them

For who they are, are forever unknown.

They will never have the crisis we anticipate

For they are ready to sell us.

We must know where we stand

For we may lose this land,

Can’t complain

Can’t protest

Can’t trust our  own senses

For who they are, are forever unknown.

Oh India! Beware of them.

Raise your voice now or never.

The Frozen Heart

Devoid of feelings the heart wept
An undecipherable melody of its kind
That none had heard or known before
Yet a solace to the soul the tears trenched!

One lash aches, but a thousand freeze.
The evolved soul thus denies not
The truth for silly self exile.
It bears the mark of pain and defence.

It begins with a pain, follows a numbness,
Then slowly let the heart be frozen;
Quite aware of the dreadful stillness
Though no more a name is chosen.

Hold! Hold! Let the Reason speak,
"If it's for Him, He shall defend."