Renunciation

Renunciation is one of the prime principles that most religions aim to push through into the human mind. Indeed, a person who practices renunciation is often revered by the society besides being admitted into the heaven and winning a seat in the Lords court. While it might sound appreciable at first to start being selfless, we might often forget that nature (or Theist’s God) in its logic of creation never aimed for self-less individuals.

In all its glory, nature has always rewarded the selfish individual by following principles of the evolution theory. We had been offered memory beyond instinct to store information, hormones to process and react to that information, that can induce many emotions into human mind, beyond fear and satisfaction. The nature’s offerings means that we are free to exercise our abilities to work to meet our needs, beyond which we can splurge in emotions.

Given that we have access to memories and hormones and willpower to remember, recall and relish the sweet memories and thus, be happier in life in general; Given that the after-life is a mythical concept adored by the religions to make behavioural changes in human minds and thus controlling their activities, acting in personal interests and emotional well-being seems like a better option to pursue in wake of logic. While the choice to ruminate includes the risk of sadness, it certainly makes life more lively.

Ye Laal Ishq

Distinct rafts in tempest flows, maybe we aren't close,

Clean, sober, empty over, over to the seas do we hover.

Death strikes a heart twice, once when it lays once when it lies,

Wouldn't I cut and throb in pain, to be in your company again?

I still wait for the bus to pass, I still wake up for a physics class,

Nostalgic is the flu and inventory, such a fucked up story.

The love is red indeed, red as a rose, ye laal Ishq...

The love is tender, tender as butter, ye malaal ishq…

Naive

A tender naive heart is forever won,
When a morning bloom meets the sun,
Or when the ship of love first sets sail,
Or when a ferocious dog wags its tail.

Such a heart rains emotion everywhere,
Unaware that future also needs a share,
Blinded to have found a partner in crime,
Ignorant how nature changes over time.

The flower shall wilt and the dog will die,
The grief may leave no more tears to cry,
All that lives shall someday have to perish,
Blessed is the heart with a love to cherish.

వంతెన

కాశీ విశ్వేశ్వరుని ముంగిట హాహాకారపు గంటలు
గంగా నదీ తీరాన ఏవో గుర్తు తెలియని మంటలు.

గ్రీష్మపు ప్రభాత సూర్యుడి భస్మాకారపు చీకటి,
కబేళ ప్రవాహ నిర్ఝరీలో పావనమైనదా ఈ తటి?

అన్నీ కర్మలలోకెల్లా ఏది ఎక్కువ హీనం?
బుక్సార్ వంతెన పైనుండి పడతోసి విలీనం.

ఏమని చెప్పను ఈ పుణ్యభూమిని గూర్చి?
ఏ రాచగృహం కట్టను ఈ శవాలను చేర్చి?

Choice

When you're soaking in tubs, smoking in pubs,
sipping on sugary cups playing with pups
Do you see the skill of the potter, glassblower,
do you taste your tea, or just sit and pity?

When you're riding the roads, crushing the toads,
amidst the neon boards hauling the loads,
Do you see the graffiti on sidewalls, waterfalls,
do you hear a banjo strum, or a bass drum?

Have you seen a fine wine vanish like turpentine,
drunk by the lush swine like they have a deadline?
Not all who share the privilege, taste anise or sage,
there may be a spillage, or an abrupt slippage.

Have you seen a plain lane, black asphalt mundane,
painted for a penny gain, into an art insane?
There is a beauty can seek, be it in a crooked beak,
or the mount Fuji's peak, am I a geeky freak?

To see such beauty is an art,
a technique learnt by the heart,
The learnt ones are fortunate,
for its not a course by the state.

Maybe it's my biased schemata
That you find them in every strata.