February 6, 2010

Existence till Sarcophagus


It seemed, in the heavens, like the shooting stars,
spectacular movement of light very much like mars;
a fleeting glimpse of eternity,
and in a flash it was over taking not even a jiffy...

It was as if the fate, melody all mute,
in the very manner fate has, of providing the destitute;
with the greater quota of accidents,
for which no one can be blamed, envisioning them incidents...

Oh! What a fad it is to realize that gloom,
the world is nothing but just a dark hellish room;
man seems to be a gadget of craze,
where objects of materialism are in fact a matter of grace...

Why do people run after money ?!?!?!
not enjoying little ticks that taste like honey,
ever pulled out all the stops to give it a thought quite often?
that there are no "pockets" in a coffin...


-- G

January 8, 2010

The delphian Silence..


" jaane kyun insaan is duniya mein aata hai,
sansaar rupi jaal mein fas jaata hai;
kaash hota koi aisa raasta,
jis tak insaan aasani se pahunch jataa;
jahan hota andhere mein bhi roshni ka ehsaas,
aur hota ghutan mein bhi sukun ka aabhas;
jahan garmaahat bhi is mom se dil ko pighla na pati,
kathor se kathor pathar ki thokar seh jati;
maangti hu bhagwan se ik aisa rasta dikha de,
maa ke pet mein jo narmi thi usse milade.."


-- G