Rain

As the sky readies for the battle of the sun,
A battle which has already been won,
The shining star has to retreat behind,
As the darkness covers, leading the wind.

As the drops gather in force,
The earth below moves from bad to worse.
The great humans left to stare,
Attacked by surprise, from the force nowhere.

Wake up and smell the life:

A ping from Anju, a highly successful colleague of mine, came as a surprise. She seemed worried. She had it all she said, but wanted more. She had plenty of money, but wanted more. She had a loving husband, but wanted more of his love. She had become exceedingly touchy about her work and needed better, more meaningful work. Over the fifteen minutes that I managed to chat with her, I realised that she was not even aware what she wanted. And finally when I asked her the question, “Anju, what is it that you are searching for? Wealth, success, love or peace?” It took her by surprise.

The little hand of peace

I was coming down with cold, had a terrible headache and was nearly bursting at the way things had been turning out at work. The chamber was dirty and I had no strength to clean it up. I was done sitting there and decided to get out of the enclave, just so I could step out and have a brisk walk,to burn out the frustration and convert into sweat.

Armed with my headphones, Gorillaz blurting out a song on Clint Eastwood,I walked down the stairs. It was coming on, and coming on and coming on...Watch out streets, here I come.

Yeh Zindagi

Kadvahat ki zaroorat nahin, par phir bhi peeta hoon,
Zindagi se darr lagta hai, par phir bhi jeeta hoon.

Manzilen dhoondata raha zindagi bhar, par
ab toh bus raaston se pyar hai, zindagi se darr.

Badi Kashmakash hai yeh zindagi ajeeb,
iss se ladho, jhagdo, jeetoge nahin, rahoge garib.

The Lady Fair

Every day, in my sleep,

I see this fair lady weep.

Her eyes worn, her gaze far away,

The gentle breeze making her sway.

Lady, why won’t you talk to me,

Tell me what troubles you see.

That you have to weep so sour,

Why can’t you just sleep when it’s four?