Happy 63rd Birthday

The best poetry

Anjaneya Mahadev Temple with ice around near Manali, 2014.

I am not God
I do not make destiny
I must abide
By
What is served to me;
I cannot object
I cannot regret
The game is not over
Yet
Let the rules be unclear;
You taught me
How to write
Not to have extras
To abbreviate
Keep the necessary;
So be it, with life
Subtract bit by bit
Die
Slowly and steadily
Until
It is the best poetry.

All were perfect

Muscat, 2014.

All were perfect
n’ smelt devastation,
Turning into a monster
With time-
The rest of life
Into a cave,
Where dreams are mixed
Many a dead-
Smile or sorrow
Alone is sudden, alone is free,
Walk or not
What is to decide-
Who am I
And who will I be,
Alone is the sound
Happy or otherwise-
Of rain, and the stories
That cannot be left behind.