On visiting the Leper Colony

In order to reach

that scintillating part

by the lakeside,

one needs to cross the leper colony.

Isn't this what Farrokhzad taught us?

A leper imagines 

God to be a leper as well.

How sublime!

Isn't this what religious scriptures teach us?

On our way a leper

raised his hand.

Was he greeting or 

exhibiting to us his ailment?

We could not make 

any sense of the gesture.

Thereafter,

capturing random photos around,

gossiping and fiddling

with our smartphones,

we left the spot

ready to brave the world once again:

we, the conscience lepers.

Walled Freedom

I would have loved you more

Eclipsed any romance in folklore.

But on a wall is freedom written.

I would have happily grabbed a placard

And swaggered it through a protest hard.

But on a wall is freedom written.

I would have blabbered about progress 

Meticulously drafted a beautiful mess.

But on a wall is freedom written.

I would have advocated a pogrom

While greeting everyone with a Salam.

But on a wall is freedom written.

I would have shed the thorns of hate

Transformed my careless sorry state

But on a wall is freedom written.

I would have surrendered thirst for blood

Yielded the exacting power of thud.

But on a wall is freedom written.

I would have…

Alas! on a wall is freedom written.

Pondicherry Beaches

The ocean waves,

like a skilled fishmonger,

whet the stones feverishly 

boning winds into 

air pockets

for tranquil breathings.

Amidst all this,

a flood of scorched tourists

continue clicking 

the ocean in its workplace.

Bad Weather

At some point,

on a random tuesday 

in the history of climatology, 

we, self-centered ecologies - humans,

termed rain bad weather.

Now and then,

the villian splashes 

our civilized souls.

Things I Iearnt in Vacation

That 10 O'Clock can incontestably 

be rounded off to 10:30.

That conversations feel different 

when not performed in chairs.

That if one looks long enough 

faces do reveal truth and not more faces.

That 11:00 am clocks off 

at home as well, and exquisitely so.

That sharing ideas and thoughts

can be remembered without writing minutes.

That inviting guests doesn't necessarily 

culminate in photo sessions.

That respecting elders feels better

than treating them as seniors.

Principally, however,

I learnt 

that official orders,

and not poems,

usually begin with that.

Wisdom

My barber casually remarks,

"Only that person, for me,

is a customer who 

is sitting in the chair,

the one I'm working on.

Rest of them -

waiting, chatting, smoking,

cannot be called anything.

They can sit or 

may leave any time

depending on their whims."

I lament,

how truthfully,

how closely 

he recognises Life.

Life as a spacious Washroom

Depending on one's idea of struggle,

Life, it seems, is a journey to acquire 

cleaner, spacious washrooms -

wherein there are no multiple cheap soap bars

clinging to each other

but soap dispensers.

Wherein the big window that had

half a glass missing 

covered with polythene,

displays blinds now.

Wherein the water

brimming inside the bucket

one played with the distorted image of one's arm,

comes out these days in the shape of artificial rain.

Cleaner, 

spacious washrooms, however,

have one defect.

No matter how long you bathe in them

they don't cleanse the sores of conscience.