Thought For Today

If you do not have a vacuum, nothing shall rush to fill it. If you already have, all you can expect is a slow diffusion from the surroundings. An empty pot is a blessing.The choice is yours. Carry your own or let the world rush in.
The Loners

Neighbourhood noise
Silence of the graveyard
Away from these,
The sound of the brook
They call the seeker solitary
And the brook too.
Yet, they exist
Only because the other is there
Hidden from the prying eyes
And the lifeless gasp.
Noise is transient
Silence is never for ever.
Away from silence and noise
The brook and the seeker
Drift beyond the reach of time,
The great devourer.
Time does not like a rival
You do not find time
Where these loners are
Alone, with each other.
Poem for a Poem

Make a poem of me, she said.
Poem!
No tears, no splash of crimson
Not even the promise of a volcanic orgasm
Not even the frozen time of cold moon.
Poem indeed!
Only the chemical river
The cast off, still wearing the label
A river.
You turn your back
The stink chases you, more than the thirst.
That river is commerce
As full of life of its own kind
Life, fast and anaerobic, almost anti-life.
A poem breathes, even pain does
If not in the market, hidden it breathes.
Go and find it, feel it, live it
It is not for asking, it is for being.
If you know, you are
If you are not, none can make it.
The Leaking Life
We do not need labels if our life is whole. If it has cracks, life seeps through these cracks. If one wants to live longer in terms of time, one has to plug the leaks. So one covers the pot with labels. To ordinary people this does not look like patch work. These look like hard won decorations. As older ones wear out, he grabs new ones. More the cracks, more are the labels required. Bigger the cracks, bigger are the labels required.
One whose pot is not cracked, knows the truth. He recognises a patched pot.
One whose pot is cracked also knows the truth. At least about his own pot. Only he prefers to believe otherwise.
P.S. I have developed this thought into a book "The Last Pass" which has been published. If you feel interested, I can mail the file.
Death Be Not Proud

If death is a turn in the journey of life, then I die every moment, for every moment my life turns.
If death is a sleep then I die every night.
If death is an awakening, them every morning is a new death.
If death is an extinction, then too I die every moment, for the me of moment ago is replaced by me of this moment.
Whichever way you look at it, death seems to be an every day, mundane experience.
I am the World

The world is small
Till you are small
A small swift
The world is silent
Till you are drowned
In the Ecstasy
Called silence
The world is a place
Till you call it your own
Maybe even home
The world is an illusion
Till you love it
Because it is there.
Blame not the world
Nor even yourself
For what you see as the world
Is only a reflection in your eyes
Beyond that
You are the world.
It is Always New

After the sun or before it
The sun is not, though it may be
So is man
If the sun is not after or before
Can man be?
The sun comes back
So does man
It is not the same sun
Or same man or wind or wave
Bird or god
They never come back
Even if they do.
Hide and Seek

When you want to hide
Do so in my heart
When it is me you seek
Do it in yours.
Lost in the Clouds
The nation is but a thought in the minds of its citizens and it exists only through their actions.
It needs filling only when it is empty.
Truth is a layer of facts. New facts are added on top; lower ones are crushed by their weight. This is how truth changes.
Values and Democracy
Values are group based; opinion is individual. If there is a group opinion, it is either founded on a value or is indicative of formation of a value.
Democracy and religion seem to be in conflict. Religion presumes a set of values imposed on us by another, even if we call it God. That applies to a dictator as well. Democracy is self-rule. Is there a self-imposed rule of religion?”