In Thy Mind
Its a reservoir of abstractions,
Of connections, conceptions and ideations,
What goes around inside is a mystery,
Things are branched out in a huge tree.
The greatest gift to mankind,
Of connections, conceptions and ideations,
What goes around inside is a mystery,
Things are branched out in a huge tree.
The greatest gift to mankind,
Which often renders him blind,
Pushes him on paths uncertain,
Paths riddled with storm and rain,
With holes big enough to swallow,
Into the depths where others follow,
The depths of abyss and doom,
Where there's just enough room,
For those who are caught unawares ,
In its twisted, crooked schemes.
Pushes him on paths uncertain,
Paths riddled with storm and rain,
With holes big enough to swallow,
Into the depths where others follow,
The depths of abyss and doom,
Where there's just enough room,
For those who are caught unawares ,
In its twisted, crooked schemes.
All it requires is a peek,
Not recommended for the weak,
For they are to get lost,
In the rabbit hole they just crossed,
For the one who is a seeker,
His spirit shall not waver,
In its treacherous depths,
For in those treacherous depths,
He shall find the answer to the question,
Which made him the seeker.
Not recommended for the weak,
For they are to get lost,
In the rabbit hole they just crossed,
For the one who is a seeker,
His spirit shall not waver,
In its treacherous depths,
For in those treacherous depths,
He shall find the answer to the question,
Which made him the seeker.
He looks for God in temples,
As if his mind is in shambles,
Only if he had given it a chance,
He would have had His glance,
In that chaos, there would have been order,
He could have been the Lamb of the Shepherd,
And peace would have been his fodder.
As if his mind is in shambles,
Only if he had given it a chance,
He would have had His glance,
In that chaos, there would have been order,
He could have been the Lamb of the Shepherd,
And peace would have been his fodder.
Ode to the Waiter
He stands there at the corner of the table,
He stands there at the corner of the table,
While we look for vittles to satiate our appetence,
He is not just standing there,no he's not,
But we don't care whether he's looking askance.
He's been standing there for quite sometime now,
But that doesn't raise an inch on our brow,
He is paid his share of peanuts for that,
To take an order of offals on his pad.
As I said he just doesn't stand there,
Does his share of observation pretty fair,
Descries whats happening on the table,
His time spent here can inspire a nice fable.
He does his job without thinking otherwise,
So that we can feed the hunger not in our guts,
But in our minds,
He cleans up after our hoover show,
Could have been at peace instead if he had a garden to mow,
Our indifference makes him sick,
To the point that he finally questions,
Retires back to his little space,
Gives the wall a nice kick.
His questions are not in vain,
They hold in them quite some pain,
Only we choose to ignore them,
In the face of things we gain,
Things that we think make us happy,
Otherwise there is no difference ,
Between who we are and who is he.
Small Talk
"Who are you? ", I asked,
"What do you mean?, crossed a question ,
How do you see yourself?
I see myself as a human
Do you know what it is to be one?,
What is it that you wana hear?,
Do you have anything to say?,
Can't you just give me an answer?
I should be asking you this ,nay?,
I don't know exactly,
That's not the problem with you alone,
How is that ?tell me,
People have grown keeping the "meaning" alone,
The meaning of being human,
The purpose of being one,
And what is it exactly?
The purpose of being human,
Why would I ask you?,
If I knew the answer, silly!!
"What do you mean?, crossed a question ,
How do you see yourself?
I see myself as a human
Do you know what it is to be one?,
What is it that you wana hear?,
Do you have anything to say?,
Can't you just give me an answer?
I should be asking you this ,nay?,
I don't know exactly,
That's not the problem with you alone,
How is that ?tell me,
People have grown keeping the "meaning" alone,
The meaning of being human,
The purpose of being one,
And what is it exactly?
The purpose of being human,
Why would I ask you?,
If I knew the answer, silly!!
