Downpour

Droplets of Joy
trickling down from the heavens
Gods, they must be smiling
happy or sad at our incredulity
as we look up for salvation
nearing are we to damnation

Are our prayers heard..?
every single syllable and word
every emotion bitter, every act of hostility
an act of utter futility
must we not laugh at ourselves
with a wee bit more humility..?



From the moment of birth till we die
we must act, react or aside lie
are we to choose our destiny
or are we destined to choose
Is choice a reality or a mirage

Do these words come forth because they ought to
or have they always existed, only to be found
to be discovered, to be remembered
because in the end letters, like words
like life itself cant escape being dismembered
dust to dust, ashes to ashes
droplets of joy indeed
the trickle is now a downpour
Gods, I see, really are smiling down on me.

©Dr S. N. Bhagirath (2015)

Ego

Must we ponder
ever shall we wonder,
equations of semblance
bearing absolutely no resemblance,
to the truths eternal
for lies that were told
for the lies that were sold.!
Hierarchy of castles,
castles built in air,
dreamt of in dreams
bursting with wealth at the seams,
all but a mirage
vanishing away with graying old age.!

Clinging to annoitments
embracing title after title,
yearning for glory
all as glass, just as brittle,
bracing for the long march
while forgetting the first steps,
left behind are the worthy ones
must we not tread in their forgotten footsteps.!

The wind, the breeze, the sun
bathe us, our skin, our minds
day after day, night after night
lest we forget the ethereal permanence
lest we forget our own bloody impermanence,
petty battles and mere trifles
of storms in tea-cups,
immortality was not ours to keep
to think such, meant to be in a muddle very deep,
when time itself flies, for it is short lived
who are we in our trivialities to be long lived.!

Ego, Ego, Ego
Here We Go,
To Where must We Go,
To be Gone must be So,
To be damned must be a No No,
We trust & Mistrust as all Do,
And Yet We Hope, 
in Every Friend or Foe,
Salvation at Hand, it seems So

For the Rich, For the Poor,
For Every one and No one,
For High, For Low,
the Seeds that We sow,
We shall only reap what we sow,
For all else was not ours to begin with
We only yearned and yearned,
Never did we really earn..!

To renounce
must we really announce,
to all, to the World
To renounce
We must only Pronounce,
Those words, that shall absolve us of Ego
That I, That We, are no more important than sand weighing a mere Ounce.!





© Dr S. N. Bhagirath (2015)

Eternity

Like the mad ramblings of a genius,
Strewn about across the sands of time,
For all Eternity to gaze and stare upon,
in awe & disgust, in adulation & contempt,
For without these values, we are not,
Who we yearn most to be-Praise the one who
Conforms not to everyday life

Specks of dust maketh a vast desert,
Multitude of drops maketh an ocean,
An endless orgy of inspiration maketh a man,
A good one, a worthless one, a callous one,
Triumph, victory & pride - all ambiguous sentiments
Cloudy to thy senses, clear to thoust perception

The vagaries of perception belie to our eyes,
The half truths that be told
For a mirror only reflects, but seldom allows
For a chasm only gulps, but never throws
For an eternity only lasts, but seldom ends
All that is will be
All that was will always be
Truth, Eternity & Morality
Shall only be and forever be....


© Dr S. N. Bhagirath (2014)