For george carlin:"Our Grandest lives"

I don't think we have any opinions at all,
The comfort of being called sane
is only an axial reference
to the feet,unmoved even
when a plash of cold water
tickles the toes,

The point just before the truth is bared
Is the grandest we all will live,
together

Tender be her name and the skin under her feet

The universe misplaced,

its lights
knotted with her hair

She walks like the
petrel,over water

Not far away,
beat upon by her lightness

my feathers drown
and a black sea chimes,
with her webbed feet

It does..It always does!!

Does it not happen enough times,
You stand out in the rain
and realize you rely on it too much
You could be far off munching in,mountains
and their gleaming backs of green,
feeling the earth splay as its urban jungles flood,
but You will go inside and come out
when it is loud enough to not hear yourself speak,
A couple of raindrops,during this time
will have slid across a telephone wire,
and crashed to the ground,together
at the point of the slightest break,
but ofcourse no point has been made here..

"Satyamev jayate":Truth alone triumphs

He says,i ought to be told

why the country is floating down

the gutter while we stand over and piss in it

"Satyamev jayate" is a new hit Indian tv show anchored and produced by bollywod star Aamir Khan.The show as the host claims is an eye opener to the ugly side of the nation.From rape to child molestation,from bribery to dowry everything will be presented with victims,their real life stories with real tears quite possibly leading to the public sincerely empathizing with them for atleast that one hour of broadcasting.The show has made waves  albeit,the sound and electronic ones on projectors and between the transmitters.

The name of the show heralds from mantra 3.1.6 from the Mundaka Upanishad

satyameva jayate nānṛtaṁ

satyena panthā vitato devayānaḥ

yenākramantyṛṣayo hyāptakāmā

yatra tat satyasya paramaṁ nidhānam

translated as

Truth alone triumphs; not falsehood.

Through truth the divine path is spread out by which

the sages whose desires have been completely fulfilled,

reach where that supreme treasure of Truth resides.

The common man watches the show,dumbfounded by its stark and stubborn honesty in eliciting from victims themselves their own stories as a studio full of people wipe their tears and the host cuts a figure of misery and pain.What is surprising ,to put it delicately is the fact that such information or shall we say facts are printed,published and presented in the crudest and simple manner across the country's news channels and print media,to which the public turns a blind eye.The conscience depraved society of the country has become so hung over the reality tv show mentality and the glitterati of the well known or the well kept,that it has become essential for everyone to identify every aspect of life through them.It is a pity that the people want to watch the pretty faces show the ugly sides as they grow prettier by the day and the ugly keep becoming us.

You know who is an honest man,

he who doesn't mind his galoshes getting wet

'Earth'worms and the 3 minute poems

From the grounds they be risen,

earthworms and the 3 minute poems

Out of nowhere,pulling along
the skin of weak ideas

With a little over two feet to live,
under and across the earth

I scratch my arms and look at my watch,
It is still 3 am,it was 3 am the night before..
Oh! Was i talking about earthworms ?..

A night in the woods

We stood by the fire,
as it crackled and the sky wept
with gleaming wasps
falling by my outstretched arms,
The trees swayed slowly
as if sliding along a woman's belly,
Quiet and listening to the baby inside.
There was smell of something
having died days ago behind the trees,
And there was the smell of fresh blood
now visible on faces as they searched
for one another with one good eye,
We peered into the dark
searching for a common indifference to this place
This beautiful awfulness we had not known,
A raw thump of the heart
that oozes out the purest of blood
The mountains brilliantly visible
with the moonlight settling over them,
Quietly they divided us
in our thoughts as they divided
the sky into chalices
poured into with a dark blue liquid
conjured from little sparkling lights,
I lied down and heard the turf
breathe,I breathed with it
and for a moment i was under a wreath,
A small cloud,a damp grey sketch
of distant origins
approached the tip of the mountain,
The valley it seemed,stopped
and the pines,the pastures,the half dry streams,the risen wolves,the untouched cocktails,the out of place rocks and the out of place men and women
all stood and watched..
The cloud passed by as no eyebrows were raised
but many a heart gave in,
In the morning we dug a hole for the dead dog
behind the trees and i wept till the sod turned wry..

(It so happens to be that this has come out on June 5"World environment day",That knowledge adds more color than substance,Doesn't it ? )

The disease of spirit

I watch her from my window,
running from corner
to corner of the street,everyday
with this effusing hue
of untutored innocence,
I have seen people get killed
on this street
more often than i have
wanted to see people get killed,
She leaves me marginalized
in my walled pathosis of vitality
where all falls are vertical,
I'm a drowning bag of dirt
and she the southern wind
that makes my chest ache,
There are days when i wish
for her to be kind and stop,
My chest is blue inside out
before the smoke even hits the ceiling,
I fear she will look up someday
and her eyes will defeat me
in the fight for purpose,
Honestly,she is the most dangerous thing
i have come across