There is none on the road, my eyes and me excepted.
Waving their hands and discussing history are lined
with forts and temples on either side of the road.
What is Hunger,
Sated by a few numeral returns,
Lo, what of this fiery hunger,
Shooting up from the abysmal depths of me,
We are all sitting face to face,
But cannot look into any face clearly.
All are like reflections on a still water sheet,
Strands of yet wet hair frame your beauty magnified.
Your nose stud winks a flash in the mirror at me.
The tender youthful bloom rushes out from the coconut grove
Only to fuse with your body.
“Seven minutes to go! ” alerted my great friend-
Suddenly I became jittery – Is all over for me on this planet.
My God! - not much time spent happily!
Dad is only a baggage
Whom sons carry in their shoes
Waiting to be abandoned any where on the road
And, if not, in the deep red sea.
Man! She says she loves you
But she will never toe your line!
Enjoy your tranquility all the time;
Do not ever miss it!
Nothing is lost
Where is freedom my dear! where is freedom in the world?
Can you be free from emotions and joy,
Can you be free from guilt and Jealousy,
No body wants to know about any body else
No one wants to learn from others experience
No learning habits developed