Poems by Rohit Malekar
I am caught in this double whammy
Why am I my soul’s worst company
Scared of the silence of my own solitude
Who else shall bear with such attitude?
I would rather indulge in the infinite scroll
Or take my chances against the army of troll
Or be buried in the burrow of books for a stroll
Than lay bare open with myself whole
I am caught in this double whammy
Why am I my soul’s worst company
Scared of the silence of my own solitude
Who else shall bear with such attitude?
Like a dandelion seed,
that lands on a palm,
I found the muscle,
With the wind to wrestle.
“I am done being swayed,
And pushed and shoved,
I am taking a stand,
to break your command.”
Your palms made a nest,
For a tiny moment’s rest,
For yet another flight,
To take on the wind’s might.
And I heard while I lay,
Your eyes whisper and say,
The words shared by few,
“I see you.”
‘Twas that moment,
That freed all lament,
I knew before I again flew,
I had found me through you.
Did you choose
The colors with which
You have your face painted?
With borrowed dreams
And stolen quests
We live our lives rented.
You build a world
With faulty faculties
And biases strongly cemented
How I wish
This universe sometimes
Wasn’t always so dented.
Like an unknown turn
With a poker face
And traps and temptation
In its masquerade
When there is no telling
When the sun shall show
Ever heard the calling
Of the purple sky above?
Like a clinched fist
On a barbed wire
My heart seethes
Wrapped in a fire
I clean the stains
Of the spilled shame
I sweep the pieces
Off the life’s frame
I scavenge for choices
I hunt for the meaning
I seek for the vices
To keep me dreaming
With my hands tied
My silent screams soar
Trapped in a future
I wasn’t meant for
All that which lies deep within
The mud blocks, the metal bars
The curves of tinted glass
The specks of dust
Beyond the bonds of the Earth
That scattered onto us
The paint of this light
All of it was cast very far
In the furnace of some star
Why not we wonder then
Where does lie the die for
The fears and the folly
The joys and the ecstasy
The sorrows and the melancholy
The courage and the bravery
The anger and the agony
The rare silence, the constant din
All that which lies deep within
Samkhya is the philosophical basis for Yoga. It reveals a dualism between Purusha (consciousness) and Prakriti (nature). Samkhya philosophy implies the human experience as a state in which Purusha is bonded with Prakriti. When untouched, Prakriti remains inactive; upon contact with Purusha, it starts the cosmic evolution, leading to life and intellect, and ultimately liberation (end of bondage of Purusha to Prakriti). There is no good word to describe the essence of Prakriti in English. Whereas Purusha signifies the observer, Prakṛti includes all the cognitive, moral, psychological, emotional, sensorial and physical aspects of reality.
With muddled memories
And biased thoughts
From tilted perspectives
And choices flawed
We spend a lifetime
Blinded with distortions
But blame the machine
Trained on our ways
Of erring in decisions
Calling it hallucinations!
When you cast a bullet
Can you also emboss on it
With certainty the faith
You wish to desecrate?
At the soil drenched in blood
Can you stare long enough
To quote the side from where
Came the dreams that bled?
When you hear cries of a mate
Can you dare find the words
To solace the broken soul
Devoid of revenge and hate?
I do not know
How to
Get used to
Being without you
I do not know
Where do
I move to
Search for you
I do not know
When shall
The morning befall
When I find you
I do not know
Why do
I let my heart
Starve for you
Wake up
‘Coz while you have been living
you have not been feeling,
you have been existing
With so little sensing
Wake up
Not to the sounds that you hear
but to the sobs that you don’t
to who you really are
to what you bear
Wake up
‘Coz what gains are any good for
Showing yourself to the world
When those close struggle
to see you unfurled.
Wake up. Breathe. Feel. Love.
