Dissection of Solitude*

Dissection of Solitude*

At last, the culture smells matured enough.
Let us begin our dissection of Solitude!
But can we pry open its skin,
scale-like, hardened, withered by time,
with a scalpel, regardless of how sharp it is?

Let us assume that we can, and let us
do that with our unhurried, unshaken thoughts.
You might ask, “What if it dies?” Aye,
I would say, Death becomes us all, someday!

I am more worried though, when we look inside –
do we look at pure Solitude per se!
Is it Solitude like that of a hermit sage?
Or is it a mere exposition of a state
that might leave its startled soul blind in a seething rage?


* Thank You

On First Looking into Harari’s Sapiens

On First Looking into Harari’s Sapiens

Dedicated to Prof. Jaharat Ara, for her precious and timely gift.

 

And now I drown into the abyss of my thoughts,
the color changing from light to a deeper blue,
and then to pitch black darkness, like a moonless night.
I drown past the scuttling crabs of my libido,
past the undulating kelps of my acquired words – 
trying to stop my descent into the Absolute,
with myths and fictions, construed thousands of years ago.
But I was taught by a Waterfall, so I am
always unbent, unbowed and untamed, falling down!
And I drown past the legends of laws, religions,
past the petty states, nations and empires and their
made up histories as well. I have seen many bands
of wise chimps, exuberant in their genocides.
Drowning past them all I am one with the pure Nothing now!


 

Resplendence! *

Resplendence! *

* Dedicated to a Prophet, a Poet, and a Philosopher

 

My friends, you do not need the Polaris,
to guide you through the hills and falls of life.
Look around, there are some north stars,
not in the sky, but closer to you and the ground.
Look around, with the eyes in your heart, opened wide,
and you shall find one or two, serene lights
shining in their humble glories among you!
Look around for those, who seem powerless
in their thoughts and ways, a lot more concerned
about guiding themselves than the lot!
Mark my words, if you can ever find one
remember they are not powerless, as it seems,
they just have no craving for power in their souls,
and that, my friend, is why they are, Incorruptible!


 

My Spirit Animal

My Spirit Animal

Yes, I too have an animal inside,
and not too deep either, just beyond my skin,
lurking forever to come out and claw
and bite its way to things dear to itself!
I know, it cannot be a Dog for sure,
for wishes or commands, it does not care,
not even if they were mine. So I feel,
it has to be a Raptor or a Cat,
it has a mind of its own, raw and wild,
too curious about all things on the move.

 

So, am I a cat because I have one inside?
If I am, let me be a Jaguar, for I stalk
both the ground below and the branches overhead,
or maybe I am an Eagle, soaring and watching from the sky!


 

The Color of Your Soul

The Color of Your Soul

Of all the earthly color, my favorite one is blue!
And in thy glory, even azure oceans fade in hue!
In green you resemble the Nature as if you two are one
and you are everywhere down to humble mosses and ferns!

 

But woe! Enough said already? Perhaps. How could I tell?
Silence chills and soothes and I shiver all the same,
trembling in deep shock and awe from inside, but in the end
seems I love you even more
than I have loved you ever before,
because of nothing but the color of your soul!

 

In red you remind me of Menaka,
the Nymph famous for her beauty, and in pure white,
of Parvati, the daughter of the Mountain King!
So, sometime I remain calm, contemplating
like Vishvamitra, the great-saint
and some time I become Shiva-like, tumultuous –
destroying and preserving both, like a raging flood,
or churn the seas to drink the poison, floating in their blood,
depending on the color of your soul,
and in the end I love you even more
than I could have loved you ever before,
because of nothing but the color of your soul!


Vishwamitra & Menaka :

Menaka was one of the most beautiful celestial nymphs. When king Vishwamitra started his first meditation, Menaka was sent by the gods to lure him out of it. She was successful, by the grace of her divine beauty. They fell in true love with each other which resulted in the birth of a daughter. Their grandchild was called Bharata. The name of India in Sanskrit and other languages descending from Sanskrit is Bharata. However, when Vishwamitra came to know about Menaka’s initial intent (of luring him out of his meditation), he cursed her to be separated from him forever.

Parvati :

She is one of the three daughters (Ganga or the river Ganges was another) of Himavan, the mountain king. Along with Lakshmi and Saraswati, Parvati forms the trinity of goddesses or Tridevi. She is the wife of Shiva. It is said that Parvati embodies the amalgamation of divine knowledge and mother earth.

Shiva :

Along with Brahma and Vishnu, Shiva forms the trinity of gods, Trimurti. He is the god of destruction. Shiva is famous for saving the seas of the world from poison administered by the anti-gods, during their epic battle with the gods. With Parvati, he forms the androgynous god, Ardhanarishwara.