Deforestation

A writer sits at the pine table, trying to doodle a sketch,
the image of the very fable, that would some riches fetch.
Cold winds are on the window, the hearth is kindling warm.
A few crumbled papers to throw, assures the fire no harm.

The wood that was set on fire, keeps the writer sane.
But let me sing the wood's lyre, the big fat tree's bane.
The big fat tree of the wood, the tree that never moved.
A squirrel came in search of food, whose guilt never proved.

Tickling and pulling the twig, solacing in the moist heart.
The squirrel loved the tangy fig, and thence never apart.
But then came a fateful day, the fate's axe stuck the trunk.
Reality had to have its way, woods were carried by the hunk.

The squirrel ran fast and swift, until the truck was lost.
And thence came no tangy gift, but squirrel wouldn't exhaust.
In every way the squirrel knew, tried to pour life into stump.
Drops of water at roots it threw, but never was seen a hump.

The squirrel thence carved art, in memory of the old pal.
The friends were now worlds apart, not humans to text or call.
The woods burnt in the hearth, feel cozy o dear writer.
The squirrel wails in the darth, let's make your day brighter.

May this fire not bring hopeful rays, may your art fetch love.
May it help you find solace, for the tree isn't alive now.
Become a writer, great writer, don't forget the wood that burnt.
Make our lives one bit lighter, help us live though we weren't.

Ill

Wishing I was stuck in a famine, the bones of a starved feline,
why didn't I have a bent spine, the woes of the straight pine,
Wondering if my eyes were azure, would notice that for sure,
Visible diseases would've been a lure, I might have got a cure.

Hurt my hand whilst firing a gun, plaster moulds would've been fun,
Should've weighed closer to a ton, planning to run eating a bun.
Jumped out of a running train, smashing a rock into my brain,
I wouldn't be left out in disdain, they would know I am in pain.

All I have is a parasite that feeds, my peace plants and dream seeds.
The monster makes me do deeds, out of its wild instinctual needs.
Not a microscope sees it in light, but only the loneliness of a night.
Not everyone sees me fight, nor can they hear my deafening plight.

I see this night with hope, try not to get into the loop of the rope,
With even misfortunes elope, learn to adapt and learn to cope.

Narcissistic

Hanging by the bus doors, doing them daily chores,
standing in the metros, wooing are the bent roads,
Teaching all the rich brats, racing with dumb rats,
bleaching lively dreams, embracing scum screams,
Moving from love to rap, trying to fit a power nap,
Cooing in the archives, crying not to live but survive,
Romanticizing the pain, walking in the autumn rain,
Internalising the stigmatic, talking like a pragmatic,
Waiting for a better tomorrow, praying no sorrow,
Plaiting words into verses, praising pain reimburses,
Hoping karma hits back, learning whatever we lack,
stroking the itchy beard, yearning for love is weird,
craving attention here, obsessing over my one self,
saving all that's given, caressing the broken yet driven.

Sober

Running in the background, noises of the existence,
I am seeking a divine sound, trying to make sense.

Everyone has a divine voice, their silence is selfish,
Oh their grace their poise, they do eat the shell fish.

Mental health and black lives, we care for humanity.
I am a pussy with nine lives, not letting go my vanity.

We love or hate all others, we didn't see their hustle.
You're all my soul brothers, until the leaves rustle.

You're wrong if you blame us, let it be upto thyself,
Stop trying to be famous, you disgrace of an elf.

We gotta shout and scream, be a savior on the wire.
We gotta show-off the ice cream, fame on our pyre.

We have a opinion on all there is, act we shall not,
Ain't no expert, ain't no whiz, accept we shall not.

Spirits from the hypocrite, drunk is my man Homer,
Troy and sparta win the fight, I witness it sober.

The colony

The night had come and it was dark,
leaves would rustle and dogs would bark.
Some were eating their steals of day,
some were busy finding a good spot grey.
The dark liquid flowed for baloney,
it was just any other day at the colony.
Then came the dreadful smell of pain,
the breeze reeked of that deadly rain.

Soon there was fear of losing life,
and sooner everybody was back to their strife.
Some went to get hay to stick onto,
some watched as their stock piles grew.
Some ran off madly onto the highway,
some were just idle while some would pray.
Finally came the rain and thunder,
ever together, neither God could put asunder.

The life ran in chaos, thefts and stealth,
ways may be many to drink good health.
Some fools just stood out in resistance,
lost in a blind faith, lost in trance.
Survived a few that learned to adapt,
and ones who had come to a new nature pact.
Happy were only those who knew joy,
loved inside the mind, neither food nor toy.

Some of them who found a safe place,
cleaned their antennae in style and grace.
Some of them sat patiently for the end,
to new levels of life, they await to descend.
Some died for they moved without change,
losing their family was not strange.
Given to instinct and sucked by thirst,
greedy were all the ones who died.

Life resumed in cockroach colony again,
rain passed by leaving pools, no stains.
The wheels in motion, not seen was the dent,
for everyone who survived was independent.

Religion in emergency

From Adisankaracharya and Buddha to the likes of Tagore and Nietzsche, we often heard the leaders to nirvana say, "leave your egos behind. Come together and weave a society of logic and freedom." Also from Parashurama to Mohammad to Jesus, we often witnessed the religious heads call out to convert or kill people of other religions for they might be impure or sinful or plain demons.

Here are 2 different perspectives.
1. Spirituality trying to remove tags
2. Religion trying to attach more tags.

Listen carefully to the words of a religious priest, imam or a father. More often than not, you'll notice they're trying to tag people on the basis of devotion, practice, ancestry, hierarchy, education, financial status and more. While most of them try to add the "spiritual universal being" image to the God in question, they are passively adding one more tag to the religion. One more word and meaning which defeats the purpose of that word.

What is really spiritual and universal, atleast to us human beings with their own goods and bada, do's and dont's is our ability to think, to reason, explain, imagine, and perhaps more importantly, to communicate. If there is one thing all human beings should follow, it is not some unidentified God object existing beyond the bounds of our observable universe, but the very universe that is omnipresent.

Yes, there are things science can't explain yet. Maybe, we should wait, or pursue it by ourselves, dependent on our own observations. It's worse to believe a goofy theory on creation, existence or after-life than not believe anything at all. You might as well ask a high school student to write a fiction and start believing in it.

In the wake of Covid-19, when death came knocking on every door, a few things definitely became clearer.
1. Science suddenly became the greatest religion. Doctors have started receiving the respect the temple-runners possessed.
2. Nature has taken the place of God. It ain't no God's plan but nature's revenge. A tiny minority started realising this fact.
3. The remaining majority now made science their religion, blindly believing every whatsapp forward that has scientific terminology attached to it.
4. Some people are busy arguing about the religion/ caste/ ethics of China. No, they have eaten their food. It was an accident (intentional or not) .
5. And then, there's media that wants to dig deep and dirty into the Hindu - muslim split on the Nizamuddin issue. Let guilty alone be punished.

Hello every reader, a literate of the 21st century, for you were able to read this, take this home.
1. Believe in scientific process.
2. Facts can always change here.
3. Religion is systematised story-telling.
4. Spirituality needs the skill to observe, honed by science and not by religion.
5. Pray for peace and health, live in harmony with nature.

Thank you.

P.S. ; Lost touch writing, will resurrect. Sorry. Thanks.