12 AM cooking

there's is nothing like a 12 AM maggi!

                                                             Not that I intend to...
                                                                but time stops---
                                                                   works late--
                                                                 hunger pangs--
                                                   but laziness holds me tightly---
                                                               On a look out--
                                                           of shortcuts again---
                                                                  and I see 
                                                                   MAGGI!

Sadistic Pleasure

A big trash bin...

And I bend down--

Filth…

Papers...

Knick-knacks--

Damaged goods--

How it feels?

To carry all this--

Of bearing the weight...

Of being spitted and spattered at

Of being an object--

that carries--

what is used and thrown.

If it were human--

It would have been hard--

To live a life--

which yields nothing--

You serve the best...

you derive zero from it...

and you are asked...

to let it go!

I feel better…

For the bin---

It solves the purpose..

of standing their--

It has got nothing…

to worry about--

it is an IT…

 

 

The weeping meadows!

Modified by Swati Singh Sambyal

Bapu!

For had you been breathing,

In the country,

that it has become..

Your lungs would have been choked

By the pollution---

In our surrounds,

and our hearts—

The India

that you visioned…

Is free from the chains…

But not free from clutches of corruption—

You wished to break the divide between

the rich

and the poor—

It is everlong…

Intellect is rare to find—

Everyone takes shortcuts…

Humility is hidden—

Its Rage that is visible on faces…

The lands are taken…

The rivers have dried…

They say…

for development.

And yet..everything is scarce!

People are still fighting for bare necessities…

Food…water…light..

Role models have vanished…

Everyone is a model..

Learning has diminished..

Everything is a mirage..

Had you seen this progress..

You would have had…

Tears in your eyes!

  http://theviewspaper.net/bapu/

A Moment of Closure with Desire

                                                                       

                                                                        

I let desire …

The word—

grow in my heart.

I feed it…

Feed it every day!

Untill it starts feeding me.

But it does not last…

Never lasts long!

http://theviewspaper.net/a-moment-of-closure-with-desire/

Simple Things

All the simple things...
are lost somewhere!
and they play Hide and Seek...
for its not the object that I desire..
I've got my feet to take me places....
I've got eyes to see what I want to..
the way I want to...
it's the blind beholder...
I have set my eyes upon,
who never opens his eyes...

as shut as a room with no air!
So evident...
yet so vague!

Time Tune

If we could make time!

‎ At times...
rain drops on your head..
and wet sandals-
is all that you would want!

At times...
the best moments..
are witnessed
with eyes closed!

At times...
you wake up like a prince..
and end up..
like a beggar!

At time..
you dance..
to all the tunes..
that life created for you!

At times..
you want to give so much..
that you end up...
with empty hands!

At times...
a few dots..
speak up..
for that essay in your mind!

At times...
time is all..
you not have..
and so you end up living just a day!

Lullabies in my mind!

The vibrant paintings of Rhode Island based artist  Rich Pellegrino

I...

let my dreams fly...

and take them wings...

of their own...

and so high..

let the dreams fly..

and take wings 

of their own

I never ever could..

I never ever gave a thought 

about it...

I never ever would..

I never will give a thought about it..

I will just let my dreams

fly!

Fly so high..

so that they escape me..

and reach an alterspace.

I see..

balloons..

falling down..

with colors so vivid..

I see black..

and here I stop..

Why I see it?

Assuming...

I am absorbed by it!

I want radiance..

in search for it..

in corners..

in places..

in crowds..

alone..

and in times hard...

I find it their..

their in the deepest trenches..

that reside within me..

So, I let the dreams fly...

I ...

let my dreams fly..

so that they uncover all the realms for me..

of what I think..

what I shoud not..

I let them answer all the questions..

that reside in my soul!

that keep me wandering lost..