Don’t tread on me, my sweet little Dove!
You don’t want to free the Peregrine now, do you my Love?
Thanks to my dear Life, you cannot
play a game that It has not played before,
at least a thousand times with me.
So, what are you waiting for? Come and let the game begin!
And we shall play a game of chess,
on infinite blocks of pure black and white –
with our Bishops and their leaping Knights’ barren swords;
but do not tread on me, I’m not your diving board!
Dedicated to the Lives sacrificed/slaughtered,
around the world everyday
Finally, I could look into the eyes
of someone I would soon kill and rejoice,
feasting on his flesh and bones, cooked and fried!
How hard it was, you really want to know?
How hard it was for Abraham, when he
looked into the eyes of his eldest son,
before dragging him to the holy mound?
Oh! How absurdly fortunate I am,
being the eldest son of a Semite too,
that God had replaced the boy with a ram!
Or surely, two billion people every year
would have been deprived of an eldest son,
and the proverbial blackest sheep to blame!
Woe! When will these bellowing deaths be gone?
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!
* 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!
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!