Chaos

The world is
but an unfortunate accident
The immortal play
of Gods and Goddesses
Rasa-lila, the erotic love
out of that a man
He will not be a' lone
so a woman
The Avalanche of creation

Creation is
but a fortunate accident
Without it
neither you nor me
You and me
somehow become we
We, the society
then a government, a state
The Avalanche of Nation

A Nation is
but mis-representation
Mis-representatives
it comprises
They rule or serve
a question not to be asked
You and I do not know
yet we seems to know all
The Avalanche of International

International is
but a misnomer
Nothing really is international
everything is mine
Mine is everything
The Universe exists
because I think
The Avalanche of Universe

The Universe is
but atoms and molecules
Electron and proton
neutron and positron
In eternal work
of an abysmal infinite chaos
Chaos is
what we all are!

The world is but an unfortunate accident
The immortal play of Gods and Goddesses
The result is
Nothing more than
a spite of an infernal chaos .

I Remembered Myself

I wanted a rose
you reminded me its thorns
I wanted purity
you reminded me its austereity
I wanted to work
you reminded me my health
I wanted beauty
you reminded me reality
I wanted solitude
you reminded me my friends
I wanted art
you reminded me its laziness
I wanted poetry
you reminded me its over indulgence
I wanted books
you reminded me my duties
I wanted God
you reminded my 'you'
I wanted you
I remembered myself
lost long ago
In unknown lands
of imaginations untold
yet by some
destiny unrecognised
recognised me.

Time

Yesterday passed in remniscing
Today in thinking
Tomorrow in anticipating
Time was, is, will be
pulsating
Years, months, days
Pass like tiny specks of dust
There is an unending oscillation
In the mind, listening
To the call of the wild
of yesterday
To the call of the superhuman
of tommorow-
Past was once present-
Present was once future-
all illusion
of Time

Go On

What came not into my life
A sullen passion
A stroke of avarice
A sense of helplessness
A song of despair
A scene of agony
A sable of sickness
A strike of sloth
A sate of surfiet
A scar of lust
A sheaf of tears
A self of Lucifer:
A shadow of my own self
But a voice within
So shrill, yet so deep
Life is possible
Go on...

Walking With You

Walking With You
down the lane
nothing crossed my eyes
It was you I was aware of
And the whole world became beautiful
The dusty road
The Crowded place
The bridge
The sunset
The madman
The on-lookers
Everything was beautiful
Until I looked at my watch
The reminder of the day
The reminder of the life , as well