The little things we leave behind and the many things we take away
Bustling around
to sightsee
or just taking a moment
to breathe.
Everyone’s
curious to see:
what will this place
reveal about me?
To be or not to be… Contained
So many nameless dots in the data
that somebody, somewhere,
reads in a report.
So many nameless dots in the data
each marking the collapse
of someone’s world.
Souvenirs
I sit with my souvenirs
sprawled across the floor.
Not the postcards and magnets,
bought from some store.
But the ones I collected
from mountains and sea shores.
Efforts of the Unseen
Before anyone stepped on the red carpet,
they’d set the microphones and chairs.
Then peep from a door far away,
to admire the fanfares.
The Whitest White
In the profound silence, to your soul
the majestic mountains speak.
Wordlessly, humbling you
by nature’s mystique.
I Have a Tendency
Why do I want to
move mountains for thee,
more than wanting to
move a feather for me?
Undistort the Distortion
The city dwellers will never know,
The anguish of a farmer, increasing with each passing day.
When the effort they put in for months,
Is either parched or washed away.
The Wave
no matter when you see it
it coaxes you
coming slowly
repeatedly
relentlessly
and continuously
to coax your troubles away
Lockdown Lessons #2
This lockdown has given us the luxury to stay out of harm’s way.
But, what if, there was no garbage collection during this time?
Or, at any time?
An Ode to Hampi
Oh, what are the odds?
Of your work,
that you carved, sculpted and perfected,
being mere pillars
that people, years later,
just walk past.
