Belief : Have and Have-Not

Beliefs – they do differ;
Your belief and my lack thereof
In an entity invisible
The lack born from crunching of
Curiosity preprocessors non-stop,
In motion from childhood.

Reason awakened to values as
The only ideals to uphold necessary
As was preached by all propaganda
Shunning instruments extricated of ideals,
Blindly propagated blank instruments and
Archaic practices without rationale.

Curiosity branched into scepticism
Fueled by the mob mandates
Of opinions and individual stands.

Though not held by absolutes
When in the way comes, love
Accompany I shall, to share
Moments, as everything else
Participate, expect not, to not
Wallow in judgement or deception,
Detest not, my independent thought
In harmony shall we live with rationale.

~ A semi-atheist in a place of worship

Last Working Day

Overload of emotions
That numb out all else;
That is to be probed,
To experience and savour
And safeguard in
The stowaway of memories.

To-be sentiment not felt to be
Mandating the question of its absence
When obliteration of memories – shredded
Simultaneously pits with heart-ache
Deep within – mild, butterfly-like
Oh, the physical element may not be!
But all that’s learnt, remain
Deep within – rooted for life
Gratified by the love from
Relationships forged, rooted for life
From different quarters unexpected.

Overload of emotions
Ought to be poured out
Before stowaway into.

Mangaluru

Watching me with a stern command to sleep
Depriving my hyper self, though medicated
Of the modern world norms of connectivity
He leaves me with no choice, but
To relapse into my pool of fond memories;
Fishing out the vivid images of wanderlust –

Holding hands into the serenity of sunset
Streaking the shimmering waters with hues
That were multitudes amid frothy whites.

Ferrying across backwaters sultry and eager,
Watching the educated masses turn uncouth
In the chaos of boarding and disembarking.
Riding the roller-coaster of a town bus
Unruly, yet ruling the roads with autonomy!

Filling the tummy to heart’s content, while
The hoopoes and jackdaws chirp over the
Elevated canopy overlooking the foggy terrains
Sit we, sighing at the sheer beauty
Tranquil and not a single decibel to the ear
Yet picturesque in million sights to the eye.

Bliss was, beholding the Nethra goddess
Adorned with hundreds of boats and nets
Swaying away with a shimmer, while all I
Could do was shudder with surprise,
At the sudden sight caught at a turn.

On and on, I could go; I really could
For, this (and more) was Mangaluru to me,
Serenity among the occasional chaos that was.

Getting sick could put you in a reflective, nostalgic mood. Should soon finish the travelogue from few weeks back.

Set Free

Flailing amid ghosts of uncertainty
In the throes of thwarted ambitions
Bound to thy sentiments; let go me!

Soar I, in the illusion of wings sprouted
Departing the canopy into the clouds
Grounded though, in reality, I was
Crashing came the unwitting cognizance –
Toils of conformity from love or remorse;
Bound though, bound thee, never free.

Weakness of the single moment, fear I
Haunt it will, with a shrewd eye,
Mocking the oxymorons that are I.

Morph into a snake that sheds at will
Conceal in a cocoon, coward-like
Retract into a shell, far from sight
Burrow into grounds, deep inside
Options check off I, into oblivion
Born I was into something, nought else.

Remove again the cord, as from the womb,
Reborn I shall be and survive.

Glazy-eyed Cooking

Amid white walls
Staring into black
Through the window bars
Specks of light rushing
In a furious frenzy
Like lost vagabonds
Honking, blaring horns
Sudden sound – Sizzle
And a gasp
Unconsciously uttered
Regaining senses to spot
Hint of orange on skin
Leap of tomato peel
Revenge of the saucepan
For leaving it unattended
While I was absent
From my own mind
Diving into dreams
A usual punishment
Received in the kitchen.