Sunday, December 09, 2018

The Journey Continues

The Journey Continues
Lost thousand times a day
The journey continues.

In drunken slumber
The wakefulness continues.

Wallowing in sensuality
Something remained untouched.

Disavowing everything I had ever learnt
Learning survived.

Why did I waste all this time?
And yet
There is timelessness.

Irritated at trifles
Equanimity is still there.

Frustrated
At my inability to break through
Freedom is amused.

Nothing makes sense
There is no point in anything
And yet
There is deep meaning
Still
Silent.

The journey continues
Because there is nowhere to go.
And yet
I keep wandering
Searching
Hoping
Getting disappointed
Moving away
Returning
And
Starting over.

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Sunday, August 06, 2017

The ocean of pain

In pain,
I can swim
and meet you
in the same sorrowful waters.

In pain,
I can swim
and know
how hard it is
for you
to swim too.

In pain,
I can leave
my solid ground.
Ground that is solid,
yet so lonely.
Ground that is solid,
yet so thorny.
Ground that is solid,
but full of barbed fences.

In pain,
I can leave
my solid ground
and meet you.
Then when we meet
on ground,
yours or mine,
I hope I remember
we swam
in the same ocean

of pain.

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Acceptance

Here I am.
So different
from the image you have of me.

Here I am.
So different
from the ideal you hold in front of me.

Here I am.
Deeply flawed,
so far from any semblance of perfection.

Here I am.
Trying my best
at any point.

Here I am.
Losing my way
so very often.

Here I am.
Not perfect in any role
and yet
not trapped in any role.


Here I am.
Caught up in confusion
and yet
 clear about where I am.

Here I am.
Far more real
than the best image you can conjure up.

Here I am.
With no choice
but be myself.

Here I am.
Accepting you
not accepting me.

Monday, April 17, 2017

Two Birds

Two Birds
Inspired by a verse from the Mundaka Upanishad.

Two Birds
Today, I bear the weight of social expectations
and today, I cast off the weight of social expectations.

Today, I honor the demands of society
and today, I refuse the demands of society.

Today, I am ravaged by my thoughts and feelings
and today, I am untouched by my thoughts and feelings.

Today, I am completely caught up in my situation
and today, I am completely free of my situation.

Today, I am the lotus
and today, I am the swamp.

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Ode to a bigot

This is how alchemy works.

The merest thought of you
whips me into a frenzy
and gives me the energy
to do the things
that I should do out of love
but don’t.
For my laziness I am ashamed to say
holds far greater sway
than my love.

I look at your ugly face
Not the face you were born with
But the face you made.
I look at your ugly face
and want to help rescue kittens.

I hear your hateful voice
Not your voice
But the things you voice
and I want to help rescue
refugees thousands of miles away
whose plight
is a direct result
of the hatred you manifest.

The poison you spew
opens up my clogged arteries
and flushes out accumulations
of years of gluttony.

Your diatribes
are like ice cold water
on my sleepy face
waking me up
from my drunken slumber.

Humanity
could very well be
an experiment gone horribly wrong
if it lets bigots like you
hold so much power
and attract
hordes of angry followers.
But I am
putting on my apron
stained and full of
acid holes of my own mistakes
even as all my demons
tug at my feet and try and stop me.
But I am putting on my apron
and mixing
what little love and compassion I can rummage
and pouring it
into the cesspool

that you are creating.