Reminiscence.

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I ravaged the bookshelf today morning
Turned all of them on their slender backs
and out fell those two unkempt darlings
Their red labyrinths undiscovered by age
A rose for you, my love
and one, for me
(Poetry credits: Ananya)

Strike On!

Strike On

Strike on child of ego altima
Strike on with the force of your yearn
Claim your life and claim your soul
And strike on lest you watch them burn
 Strike on to free your caged soul
From the furnace for a moment breathed
A sniff of air with the head held high
Is worthier than grandeurs bequeathed
No actions pure, no actions real
In this infernal ring of lies
As one man’s hammer is another’s anvil
And a deceit wins when another dies
Stop not for the muscle tear
Deny the loss of blood and hope
Count it out and sing along
Unchain yourself, loosen the rope
Strike on till you find your own self
And carve your own fulfilling mould
Raise your hammer at the glory hour
When black outshines inglorious gold
(Poetry credits: Manojit)

Indictment

indictment
(Kolkata, India – June 15, 2014)

Of all myriad trappings offered by life

I am but a sentient aggregate

consumer of my own purveyance

A fickle result of complicity and strife

between my actions and my fate.

Yet, you relegate me to an image

in an evanescent meeting of chance

Naivete, or hubris I ask

when you subject me, as aliens gauge

my existence from your cursory glance?

 

Lost in thoughts.

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(New Delhi, India – March 16 2013)

His name is Ravinder. I met him while walking near my house in Vasant Kunj, New Delhi, India. I got talking with him over a cup of tea, during which he told me about how, as a young man, he would engage in petty theft. He didn’t tell me if he was ever caught. All that I could see was this expression on his face after he told me about his past. Make of it what you may.