Traditions

Living with out traditions
Rituals and festivals lost
In memory of distant past
We become nonexistent
What is present but
Built upon yesterday's foundation
Brick by brick
Thought by thought
Ideals by ideals
Yet all is transitory
Struggle to keep past alive
Becomes a fight to keep
Present alive
Life changing so fast
Driving around I feel
I am the walking past
Of this new landscape
In present we host
Numerous ghost of past
Becoming ourselves a ghost identity
In desperation looking back
At traditions and rituals
To rescue an image
Disappearing fast
Like notebook and cursive writing.

Four A.M.

Clouds move out

Stars move in

Full moon speaks not

The crickets hush not

And I 

Just restless!

Sit sit sit

Close my eyes and sit

Void and emptiness 

Stretches in night

So calm and serene

Against restive mind 

Once time casts us aside

Life doesn't abide in have to do mode

Yet mind gets restless

Passions and emotions 

Scattered like grass seeds

Some to germinate in green grass

Others to be washed away in autumn rain

Fate presents us the life

Beyond our wildest dreams

But strips away too

The simplest longings

The youthful energy flies away

Without leaving a trace

Like the little bird on garden fence

Thoughts and inspiration

Lost in blank mind

Like stars hidden

Behind clouds

In autumn sky

Subdued sense detect

Only the breath of life

repetitive motion

comes and goes

Soon to be forgotten

In flights of mind

Weariness

The only awareness

That lingers on and on

To take over all else

Sleep stays away 

Like an unwelcome guest

Eventually mind concedes to quiet sitting

A moment of neutral living

Neither of joy nor sadness

All dissolves

In limit less silence

Orange moon shines on window

Big and beautiful

As in prime of youth

Night moves on unhurried  

To give way for another dawn.

Closed For Business

The government shuts down!

Politicians who refuse to negotiate

With hostage takers and pirates

Hold their own president

And country’s welfare hostage

To enforce their own will

Demanding ransom beyond imagination

Height of hypocrisy!

Young politicians and their marathon podium high jacking!

What a waste of time and public resources

Ideals of democracy clutched in power hungry hands

The statue of Freedom sheds tears

Above capital dome

Little red riding hood watch out

Many wolfs out there in Grandma’s clothing

Your soldier friend is on furlough!

Grandma’s house isn’t secure any more!

   

Path To Heaven

Hawkish words from great nations of today

‘Our credibility is at stake’

Justifying the euphoria in support of war

More or less similar words

'Our honor is at stake'

Litter the ancient history

Of kings and warrior race

And their antique ways of

Settling the differences 

With a quick draw of sword 

Different times different people

Same arrogance and same vanity

The real culprit 

A desire and hunger

For power and supremacy 

Built in and hidden 

Deep in human heart

Seekers of peace still called coward 

Settling issues by tip of a sword

Or with the barrel of a gun

Not to mention countless barrage 

Of new weapons

A bold choice for many

To defend righteousness 

To rid the world of evil

An eternally glorified path

For fighters and martyrs

Leading straight to Heaven

A call Humanity can't seem to resist or reject !