Monday, June 12, 2006


If the Life-heavens are immune and pure
Free from any Manichean double-fault
The promised Harmony is very much a possibility
For being a blossoming pure potentiality.

Whence the deity’s three-some steps
Pervade the earth, the heaven and inferno
And what is grotesque is pressed into the past
Still chaos rules over the present-world.

Let’s be sucklers of the future then
And aspirants to the hidden harmony
What hasn’t come has of course to come
The heralds are but sure signs.

It has been a long wait of epochs together
For lilies and birds and swans and seagulls
Man’s reach is extending from moon to the sun
Yet his heart’s spark is out of his bounds.

And that one day when all would change
We shall swim in the plenary sunshine
Dwell in the happy home of Harmony
Of love and knowledge as warf and woof.

It’s a promise of possibility, unimpeachable
It’s because of tomorrow that today becomes bearable
Let’s awake to the lure of that alchemy
And pine for a pinch of that Panergy.



‘Formula fixated’, ‘go-with-the-flow story’
‘Optical opium’ of ‘Good triumphs’
‘Reflection’ hard on a pre-reflective habit
‘Porous chorus’ cuddles the ‘spoon-fed’ crowd.

Culture shock in ‘intricate patterns of morality’
Soaked in ‘rich textural ramifications
‘Dense dimensions’ of ‘psychological inferences’
If falls on deaf ears, it’s of no wonder.

‘The all-pervasive darkness of mood’
When ‘good-face bad-face mask’ is unveiled
And ‘taking the audience into confidence’
Perhaps it’s crime to ‘treat the audience maturely.’

With all that excellent promos and hype
Raunchy music and ‘sleaziest’ dance numbers
‘A classic in retrospect,’ no small consolation
Even as its tribe ‘sets impossible standards.’

‘Keeping the faith alive helps a creative’ soul
‘To abide by his convictions’, ‘success or failure’
Set him free in he ‘visualizes’ ‘the way’
May the ‘Mera-Naam-Director’ have his say.


How ecstatic is the first sight of the sea
The vast body of blue overwhelms you
The arch of distant horizon takes afar
One feels instantly some celestial joy.

But a few moments later it vanishes
Giving way to a gloomy state of mind
For the comparision brings home the fact
That man is such a puny little creature.

From Chaos and Strings to Games theory
Man strives to get at the driver’s saddle
One tsunami or Katrina dislodges
All his claims to superiority.

The Logistics follows no sane logic
The manners of Marketime are secret
One Invisible hand rules everything
Evolution or creationism.

Secular affairs in the meanwhile
Continue pretending to be wholesome
Man works and earns as if all on his own
And leaves some tip for sentiments god ward.

The conundrum of sacred and mundane
Is the most riddle-some issue for man
The illusion-of-the-obvious blinds
And man gropes for the real road for ever.


The newspaper and its staple offerings
Politics finance and the current affairs
Are apparently matters of no concern
To a religious-minded spiritual person.

The secular and all mundane contraptions
Are engagements of lower persuations
But isn’t this world of multiplicity
Another facet of Divine reality?

Where and how then to draw the dividing line
Between the sacred and the undivine
To see in a murder or some misfortune
The Cosmic hand is not unreasonable.

To adore the Divine in its seclusion
Would be to acquit it of patent collusion
And hence why not insist on an open trial
Till it divulges the Midas magic formula.

Till then to banish philosophy from life
And the world would be myopic ventures
For if we really look at it aright
It’s all the playfulness of the sacred.

So no point in drawing separate charts
For all fall under the concurrent list
What seems secular or merely academic
Is nothing but whims of an Imperiality.