Plane Trip
taking off from the airport
and landing at the place of choice
is but a matter of two breaths:
in between there are clouds
where essence of life is laid out.
Hour 15
VISWO SAMAL
varenyas
I'm that awkward position between life and death
Caretaker
Caretaker
Those who take care of us
They are our breathing mates
Absorbing our filth
Without complaining a thing
Can there be anything more good than trees?
Hour 14
Jogging Along
Jogging Along
Jogging along the friendly path
Trut, trut, trut, trut
Early morning held sway
Rhythm of the legs dissolving
Into the rhyme of the ancient mariner
While eyes falling into a pattern
Like searching for a lost treasure
Trut, trut
Jogging back the same path
Another rhythm…another rhyme
Hour 13
A Man of Compassion
A Man of Compassion
A man of his compassion
Deserved something better
Than Shahpur, the place he lost everything
His dwelling, longing and belonging
Where his heart stifled a quarter
And met his life and destination
Hour 12
Grass
Grass
Green swaying in the winds
Rain lashed figures enjoying the rainbow
Afternoon song comatose
Sweet popcorn
Selfie life
Hour 11
Moonshadow
Moonshadow
Running after the moonshadow
Over the clouds
Over the hills and over the plains
Holding the elusive streak of light
Lost in the meadows
Down to my last breath
Gasping and gasping…
The shadowless me wakes up
Moon goes over the bend casting a veil
Passing a secret smile
Hour 10
Stranger
Stranger
The man with a strange mask
Carries firefly caged in a bottle
Set out for a difficult task
To heat the porridge
For the uninvited guest
Staying in the invisible cottage
Hour 9
Tiger
Tiger
Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
In the forest of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry
Hour 8
Season of the Virus
Season of the Virus
The ancestor rises again
In its atavistic moment
Blanket spreads the entire humanity
Before one could forment
Swaths of territory won
As we face our gravest reality
Hour 7
Ideal Day
Ideal Day
Walking by the lake one early morning
I heard the sirens call
All precious things that the world can have
But the most precious of them all
Promised to be mine in the end
Was the auctioning of one ideal day
Where I can watch the Caterpillar turn into Butterfly
And old life begins again newly
Hour 6