Awakening

Clustered–

In the morning dreams

lie

Garbled–

the sleep of morning;

Dappled–

the rays of sunlight;

Secret–

the truth of emotions;

Soothing–

the silence of mind;

Elusive–

the pain of reality;

United–

the fragments of life;

Numb–

the Monotony of present;

Deceiving–

the comfort of guise;

Rising–

on the cozy morning

wishing

I hug–

the sleep of morning;

I bask–

in the rays of sunlight;

I understand–

the truth of emotions;

I behold–

the silence of mind;

I kiss–

the pain of reality;

I enjoy–

each fragment of life;

I confront–

the monotony of present;

I maintain–

the comfort of guise;

–Rohit

Another day

Another day

there is hope in the heart

and questions in the mind.

In the quest I wonder

will I or…..

Another day

There is peace in the present

and doubts in the future.

In traces of past I spot

is it the light or…..

Another day

In the ebb and flow of hope

the spate of emotions flow.

and I think of that day

jubilation or…..

I guess,

I will hold on to patience,

no more wars in the mind

I just wish  this present

becomes a glory of my past.

–Rohit

Career

Dreamed or Cajoled?–

worked for–

smothered–

biting nails–

persevered–

Achieved–

Celebrated–

Gratified?–

–Rohit

Lines written on Valentine’s day

Oh my dear ugly pig,

where did you get this strength?

to wander in the filthy shit,

in arms of a lovely friend.

This young man the one in love,

does envy your little chick.

for he also loves the romance,

but fears the policeman’s stick.

Hey you dog, pissing on the pole

look how lovely is your bitch

and I wonder you fear no body

to spend a night in a ditch.

This young man the one in love

would love to ape your work.

for you don’t worry the fluky puppies,

but they make him go berserk.

Hello dear pigeons, here you are,

kissing on the public bench.

are you drunken, or indifferent

undaunted of the social wrench.

This young man the one in love,

once tried to play your game

Now he lies with a soring butt

living as a mark of shame.

And I wonder this message of love,

Is what the natures plan.

Have I not reason to lament,

what man has made of man?

–Rohit

Good Samaritan

Every Morning

As I walk, through the mechanical woods

there appears

through the doors, of the thick fog

a cart

moving slowly, in the turbulent world

carefully negotiating

each step, on the road, full of metallic traffic

as the

horns honk , disappointed, pestered by a

slow moving cart

decelerating their pace, vitiating the advantage, of

rising up early

to move up, climb, the ladder of success

before someone else

rises and grabs the opportunity

I look back

waving a smile to the owner and the horse

he smiles back

acknowledging, ‘the second’, devoted to humanity

as he stops midway

Holding the traffic, for a beloved friend of his

to let him cross

the deadly path, full of unguided missiles

ready to run over

another innocent soul, for no fault of anyone

From the other side

I wave him goodbye, wondering, if he appears

blessing my soul

at every crossroad of life

–Rohit