Rose

I always wanted to live like a rose,
blooming a day and dying by night,
wasting hours in choosing a pose,
mistaking sun to be my spotlight.

As I grew up, a new dream was born,
One to be unfeigned by time's stride,
better hurt than suffer like a thorn,
mistaking my ego to be my pride.

Later I fell for the peace of the root,
helping the roses and thorns grow,
desiring fruit at the tip of my shoot,
ignorant that every winter must go.

Then I saw in me an entire roseplant,
the nature's flow controlling my life,
Oh how many poems would I just rant,
oblivious and forlorn in this strife.

But for now, I wouldn't ask who or why
is science, read 'nature has its own way',
I got wings, tell me why shouldn't I fly,
ignorant of reasons to float and sway.

The sky

I've been asked a million times,

"what's your obsession with the stars and the moon?" 

I wish I sang back in rhymes, 

"it's equally deep with the sun at noon." 

But there's more than what meets the eye,

lessons to be learnt and thoughts to amuse,

under a clear midnight sky I lie,

asking for answers and searching for clues.

I ask about their creator the God, 

to know who controls their movements and how? 

They just twinkle, must be their head nod, 

"we just do it like we are in love." 

I ask them about their power to rule, 

the kith and kin of every human ever,

"it's not our fault that you are a fool." 

Their ambiguity makes them sound clever.

I ask them about how they see us humans, 

tiny as a grain of sand? 

They say we are guns, huns and puns, 

a kindling life amidst this mystery grand. 

I ask them how should we lead our life? 

Being changes but changes remain, 

they speak about learning from strife, 

"nothing to lose is nothing to gain."

I ask them about others of my kind, 

how to live in harmony and peace. 

They told me to control my own mind, 

"it's about the warmth, not the fleece." 

I ask them about the purpose of our existence,

why are we the way we are.

They'd just stare at me in silence,

pushing me into my introspective war.

Answers and clues are there in the sky,

the one above your earthly thoughts,

past the clouding veils of your mind lie,

waiting for you to connect the dots.

The introspective war goes on and on,

but I don't find a solution.

If it's a thrilling journey we embarked on,

who cares about the destination?

Spin

A top, spinning, looking in different directions, to find sources that'd retain spinning, balanced on a sharp tip, all earth forcing it down, strongly pulling, only to kill, only to pull down, and when the nature's force wins, top shall rest, stop spreading out it's warmth, and live at rest. Die?

The earth, spinning slowly, thinking sun rises and sets, not knowing it's spinning, balanced on the perfect speed, one perfect orbital speed, sun pulling towards, controlled, think it's alright. Ignore the spin, burn or freeze, to death. Ain't you spinning? Ain't you gonna be played around with?

I was the ant. I faced the top, and became one. I faced the wall and became one. I faced the thunder and became one. I faced the ocean and became one. I faced the earth and became one. Im facing the sun, you know why?

I want energy to spin, and gravity to hold me, I want to buy the ego and stop playing good, I want to be whatever troubles me, but keep me lit, keep me spinning. I live. Do you?

The last minute

You and I staring into the empty air, 

the noise of the world in the backdrop, 

a thousand words unsaid in your stare,

heard it in my eyes, a teardrop, 

they spoke about memories you and I share,

moments when I wished the time to stop, 

we feel that we were solely born to care, 

but our dreams' balloon would just pop.

The time had passed and we move apart, 

far from each other into this world senseless,

lump in my throat and a heavy heart, 

lost wandering alone in random busyness, 

in search of fresh memories and a fresh start, 

to a dejavu of this emotion I guess, 

how would i stay unhurt by your bye dart, 

how could I, my love for you, confess? 

Do you know how affectionate and fond, 

I am of you? Oh! you sure do, 

for I know what you think of our bond, 

I heard that in your eyes' mute speech too. 

All I wish for is this world to be a pond, 

for I'd love it when my dreams would woo, 

that I'd meet you again, I may be conned, 

but some fairytales are better than this reality true.

Is change really constant?

Change is the only constant, Heraclitus once said. And when he did, there are many things he wished to say were not constant. Like energy, momentum, mass or even karma. The universe is ever changing, expanding, stars burning, planets moving, days counting, clocks ticking, animals dying, plants growing, winds blowing, and humans thinking. At the end of this thought process are pens writing, guns firing, cars moving, and a thousand more events happening.

And what the universe is now, it isn't a moment later, or wasn't a moment before. My thought, the words I type, the words you read, the examples we seek, the interpretations we take, the changes we imbibe, the lives we live, the deaths we die, and the wonders we create amidst our births and deaths, and the wonders we don't create, and the not so wonderful things we do, are all a part of the change.

The universe itself isn't constant. Like Shantaram's David or Gautama, the Buddha puts it, we are an ever changing and expanding lot. The change is in the pattern or the pace of how universe is changing too. Or how that pace of change is happening. Maybe, our position, velocity, acceleration or the jerk versus time haven't remained the same. Maybe, the universe itself changed forcing everything that could have been a constant, including the definitions of words 'constant' and 'change' to change, leaving behind nothing constant.

Or it is also possible that we are continuously warping through an infinite number of multiverses, placed one next to another with a tiny time gap, and imagining a non-existent time scale. Nevertheless, discovering this wouldn't help us live a better life. But knowing that things change can help us deal with a lot of problems.

Knowledge that every injury heals can help us prevent these suicides. Knowledge that every broken heart moves onto find a new one helps us be emotionally strong. Knowledge that changes can be both good and bad makes us humane, and helps us believe that the nature is more powerful. Knowledge that some changes are in your hands helps you make them happen, slow or fast.

Knowing that people change (including self) is the key to relationships. Knowing that the countries change is the key to governance. And knowing that there are these changes, and there is a change in the changes, a change in the change of changes, and so on leaves us with a hope for a better tomorrow, and with a confidence to believe that we can empower a couple of changes ourselves. So, change.

Also, change the way you look at the happening change. I doubt Heraclitus is wrong.

Thank you.