We know!

Why find meaning
in anything
- discuss, debate, deliberate - 
when
all you know
and all I know
is all the meaning there can be!

What will he think...

I thought,

as he saw me sitting there,
cushy as a princess,
pampered, treasured, adored,
with nothing more to ask for;

until I saw
that he couldnt think
when he saw, in sight, fixated,
just me and me alone!

PS - Ho na ho sab raazi...dil raazi, rab raazi! :)

Dirt!

...on the road sticks onto u,
like a leech in the forest
but is gender-less.

It covers your body and pretends to be a protector,
it greases you slowly, carefully when you’re not looking
and disfigures you.

Then,
like an outsider, it laughs at the new ugly ‘you’
and
secretly
and moves onto the next body, the next catch…

Next time, these creatures come back,
tell them –
not anymore, there’s nothing left to ruin anyways,
let them go chirp with other ‘dust’
and then settle down with half-hearted chocolate lip balms,

while you take a bath with your protector
who will wipe you clean of such filth/muck.

But its still scary, you know,
that a piece of crap can fool you,
and its even more frightening to see
that its out on the loose!

Pimple...

a pimple is an irritating wrinkle,
a bulging cod-liver-oil tab, soft-gentle,
I wanna pop it off with a prick neat-simple,
and make it look like a smiling reverse dimple! :)

Stone!

There was a stone that shone
in light that caught the gaze of sight.

Whenever someone looked into it,
it gleamed in glory
and reflected back at him, bit by bit,
his true character's story.

"You're just a body healer", it shone at the doctor,
"and you, can only tell life's tale, O astrologer!
and what a shame, dear thief,
you cant run away with a single 'meaningful' leaf!"

Each passing day, several came,
stood stong like emperors, dropped down like slaves,
vanquished by a mere thing,
they dug up land, lay down dead in graves.

Untill one day, there came a man,
who stared for long and smiled,
"Okay I'm a nobody, but so are so you,
why do you choose to sit here denied?

If you were all that great and wonderful,
wouldnt you be elevated and celebrated?
Would people loathe you, despise you,
call you a killer of souls, whose killings you perpetrated?"

The stone lay unmoved, unchewed.
"Man's ego, mister Einstein, one will not forgo,
I speak the truth, I show you "you", bare and uncouth,
but you will not thank me, rank me as your top friend,
you will deny, modify, codify or even defy own life
you will stay put, not take note, move on or change vote,

and this is the story of every honest storey,
the glamorous are gold-faced, need soft beds
the simple are fainthearted, need euphemisms
the nobody's are rebels, need reason.

I am a stone, lay alone, stone hearted, soul parted,
I say you all seek the imperfect, deflect, I reflect what you reflect!"