Atop a hill

I climb
to the top of wonder hill,
an unfamiliar route -
perspiring skin and under-skin
conversing as-if with
breathless lungs
and
the squeaky stomach -
struggling
to keep it together.

Atop the hill,
tired,
i see the world
steady,
unchanged,
from left to right,
changing steadily
with my steady gaze,
that comes back a full circle.

Atop the hill,
I see,
a tired climber,
steady,
between,
pangs of breath,
that dissolve
watching the world go by
left to right
outside
and
top to down
inside.

Atop the hill
I watch,
un-watched.

Indifference

She told me things were okay
in a manner that was okay
a few days ago
and
I thought all was okay
in a manner that was okay to me.

Workplace problems are complicated
not just complex
coz okay is an indecipherable group of syllables-
two syllables
with a side each

I am okay and not okay simultaneously
like a buffalo with lice on the back
at times,

serving indifference,
with a smile,
in a world where its okay to be and not to be!

Thought II

With pace unmatched
and weight unseen
thoughts
run taut
like pandas
white
and
black
feeding on abundant greens,

and they
trip and fall
on sand that's brown

lost
in their own unclear shades!

PS - Ay humnava, mujhe apna bana le...sookhi padi dil ki iss zameen ko bhiga de!

Squabble

Why
do you?
I asked

How
do I know?
He said

You

Gentle breeze,
tender light,
anxious eyes
that team up with an honest smile
and that tiny little worldly piece
at the center of your palm;

I pick it up
and hold you back
in gratitude
as I would
on a rainy day,
when tempers flew
for a while.

I see what I am to you,
anyway,
simply,
from
what you are
to me
everyday...

Winning that loss!

On that road
I rode
swift as a teacher,
steady as a leader,
with unflinching focus
and insatiable wonder;
i looked ahead,
sight,
in a single line of light
eyes,
unblinking, awake.

I reached the end,
across the bend,
amid all else,
everybody else,
that laughed
and held up their swords,
you looked not around, they said
you checked not your pace;
I nodded,
I knew not this was a race,
I had battles within to play...

 

Inspiration!

is the virus dot that walks up from your tummy
to your throat
splitting itself into two and four and eight...
rushing into 
your limbs,
your brain,
all joints,
infecting everything so fiercely
before
uniting all parts of itself
back into the single blob
that goes out of the tummy!

Price

One thought at 10 bucks
another free,
they sell
and give out

unique recipes for success,
assured success,

trying to force your intuition that sat
coyly
in the center,
out of its home
to the back of the brain;

And I build
quietly,
secretly,
my dish,
a rather ubiquitous mix,
of patience and heedless calm
that sound-proofs
cheap talk!

PS - Tarkebein...tarkebein!

Migrane

When the tone from above
loses its voice at the throat
from a twisted stomach
that pushes back remains
up the pipe
to the lungs,

a migrane,
that tech-glitch in that old gramophone,
squeals like an injured rat
and puts everything to rest...

Masks!

I see them all -
ageing cells that need the den,
growing pain that must be silenced,
strong opinions that are to be held within,
violent views that are gulped down,
fiery frowns underneath neat smiles,

behind mankind's newest invention
for a safe, prosperous, wealthy life -

those
masks

- that help you survive
and kill you
at the same time.