Well there was a time when I used to ask
a lot more questions than a sparrow’s heart,
in any given time, could beat and throb!
Compared to me a cat alive was as
curious and empiric as the stuffed sort!
But human beings, through pain and dejection
I had learned, tend to lie when they are asked,
some without knowing that they were, while some
without knowing why! So I changed myself
and sought the answers through my eyes instead!
But how on earth could I have muted my tongue!
So it became a mirror for each one
that it had met and crossed along the way of life,
compelling me to make enemies to survive!
Is it life that moves from death to death
or mere breaths piled upon one another?
Has that ever been life enough for me,
stagnant, inert and perhaps complacent?
For those living to the lees, they can’t be
life enough, even if the other way
is synonymous to a painful death!
When wisdom, like a sinking star has drowned
into the shallow sea of ignorance,
I thought, could a ripple break Narcissus’ spell
or perhaps a pacific Tsunami!
In the end my dauntless spirit resigned,
asking, which is sweeter – freedom or love
and which is sourer – the grape or the wine?
One moment I was born
and the next thing I know
is rigor mortis setting in….
The king is dead, long live the king!
What is love, I ask the sky for the umpteenth time,
though it remained steeped in a silence, incessant,
as it has always been, like the clouds and the night,
no thunders cracked or roared upon the Himavant!
I turned back to life on earth, countless and counting,
to hurl the spear at its face and find the real truth,
to have the why, what, how and who of love being seen,
either in the madding crowd or in solitude!
In the end I stared back at the mirror to face
my reflection and looked straight into its fierce eyes,
I could see a vicious fire with licking flames
with petty values restrained by sour walls, inside!
Could the image, I wondered, tell me what I sought,
so it did, wondrously well and said, ‘Love is God!’