Unanswered

To the un-urgent ones,
To the awkward ones,
To the major announcements,
To the ones I have to think through,
I will get back to you
When the Everest of my world drown in a global catastrophe
I will have a moment for you
Away from me
We can then built a bridge and we can meet halfway
No you don't have to wait,
Maybe we both can go our ways,
Not waiting
Yet I'd like to close the books,
At a budget session..

Batana hai

Tumhe batana hai,
Nahi hua nahi hai kuch,
Abhi hona hai,
Phir tumhe batana hai
Jaise hone ki zaroorat ho tum
Bina tumhare hona nahi hai
Hona bhi hai
Toh batana kisko hai..

Mirror on forehead

There is a mirror of your forehead
Yes looing down at you
Always
You see the world through it
You see how the world through it
It shows you conflicts, issues,
And how they see you
Every scar,
Every fear
Cystal clear.
Shows you how incontinent you are
And remembers
The promises you forgot
 It looks out for you
What judgement they hold
It tells you how much they hate you
And why they have a reason to
This mirror on your forehead
Constantly judging you
Measuring you with inch tape
Of perfect you
And you fall shot
And you fail
And you can't grow
Because this what is you
The mirror
The reflection
That is all about you.

Happy people

I find my commune
In happy people
In people
Who are dancing in a club
In people
Who are chanting Rama's Name
In people
Who look each other with joy
In happy people
I am lost
In happy people
There is homecoming.

A Brief For The Defense Poem by Jack Gilbert

Sorrow everywhere. Slaughter everywhere. If babies
are not starving someplace, they are starving
somewhere else. With flies in their nostrils.
But we enjoy our lives because that's what God wants.
Otherwise the mornings before summer dawn would not
be made so fine. The Bengal tiger would not
be fashioned so miraculously well. The poor women
at the fountain are laughing together between
the suffering they have known and the awfulness
in their future, smiling and laughing while somebody
in the village is very sick. There is laughter
every day in the terrible streets of Calcutta,
and the women laugh in the cages of Bombay.
If we deny our happiness, resist our satisfaction,
we lessen the importance of their deprivation.
We must risk delight. We can do without pleasure,
but not delight. Not enjoyment. We must have
the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless
furnace of this world. To make injustice the only
measure of our attention is to praise the Devil.
If the locomotive of the Lord runs us down,
we should give thanks that the end had magnitude.
We must admit there will be music despite everything.
We stand at the prow again of a small ship
anchored late at night in the tiny port
looking over to the sleeping island: the waterfront
is three shuttered cafés and one naked light burning.
To hear the faint sound of oars in the silence as a rowboat
comes slowly out and then goes back is truly worth
all the years of sorrow that are to come. 

Jack Gilbert

Intangible

This moment,
A photograph of perceived reality
A bunch of judgements,
Categories
Years down the line
You will re visit this
Yes, This moment
Not completely,
Partially.
In bits and pieces
A memory.

How do I know?
That the recorder
Will remember this,
Among millions of snapshot
It takes of us every minute
And this will be your narrative
Our story?

Your yardstick
To measure
To test
To remember
When Much will be lost
In between
Intangible.

Who are you?

Am I the sum of all parts,
Am I the part of the sum,
Am I the soul wondering
Am I the universe within
Am I tender as a saple
Am I the strong as tree
Am I the people's person
Am I the silence of the sea
Am I the cosmic play
Am I the witness of thee
Am I the love for all
Am I just so full of me
Am I all but none
Am I be..