Weltanschauung

Most clocks know

They just show time -

They aren't Time itself.

Just like 

Some of us know

We aren't living -

We are Life itself.

Life among other things

a wall -

a door -

a chair -

a table -

a shelf -

a bed -

How essential

These ordinary things seem

To hold on to

When one suddenly feels dizzy -

To restore balance to this fragile life.

(Provided

One possesses these things and

Owns a house.

Otherwise,

An electric pole

Or sideways

Suffice.

Or probably a stranger.)

The Mathematics of Life

Perhaps

The one subject that

I utterly 

Failed to understand in school was 

Mathematics.

I could never fathom the 

Idea of it all.

The numbers.

The shapes.

The formulas.

Even today 

When we 2

While contemplating the square root of love,

With 80 eyes

26 brains 

3 religions

96 prejudices

200 fingers

1001 bank accounts

86 fists

32 missed calls

60 moral lessons

2 cultures,

meet at a traingular table

In the square park

Of this rhombus city

Bracketed in this oval world -

I fail to perceive

The lines that run parallel to us.

In the hastiness of a solution

I subtract you from me

Only to find that

Unlike the book

Life comes with no answers

At the end.

This formulaic World.

That shapeless God.

Contrary to Common Opinion

Not weakness.

Not flaw.

Not powerlessness.

After a certain age,

The act of weeping turns into

Art itself.

Tears become ropes 

Lowered from the cliffs of worldly appearance

To save the heart from falling off.

And contrary to common opinion

The art is a success.

Of Love and other Verses

It is strange,

how you remind me of religion.

Just the other day,

The dampness

of your cushion inundated

The dirty narrow streets 

Of my heart.

The way it floods in holy books

With poetic verses.

Noah knew it.

He knew how the mind fails as an ark.

For him it was not a flood.

It was an act of re-creation.

Maybe,

That is how

God plans everything.

All this.

Maybe,

Like biscuits in tea.

Love makes people porous.