Like the light luring the mist to flee
You dissolve all my worries to be
Like how a flower is found by a busy bee
I search and seek for you within me
But let me not surrender my heart
To the want of us not being apart
The two shores walking along forever
If they met, what would be of the river?
If the moon got what it always craves
Would there be any more waves?
The sky hops horizons in the hopes to hug
The Earth wanders and waits without a shrug
So let me not squander any resistance
There is meaning to find in this distance.

Isn’t there a certain
joy in oblivion?

When I can laugh my heart out
And cherish the show from the crowd
When you there on the stage
Can neither express agony nor rage?

You parrot a script you didn’t write
For a character that ain’t suit you right
And what happens to those labels all
When the curtain commits that certain fall?

When I walk with my joys few
Can you really find you?

Neither any glow
Nor any sparkle
Neither the dreams
I often marvel
I adorn the struggles
Against I haven’t bent
My suffering is
My ornament

#WomenAtFarmersProtest

Where thoughts are censored and rumors roar loud;
Where the facts are manufactured;
Where the world has been broken up into caste and creed;
Where every dissent is seen as contempt;
Where those we elect have the least respect for the law;
Where selfish interests fuel the fire to burn all sense and reason;
Where one needs to prove patriotism by pleasing those in power –
Into that swamp, my Gurudev, our country is sliding in slumber.

Inspired by “Let My Country Awake” by Rabindranath Tagore