Tireless

I stood at the Gateway of India
I stood at the ledge
I looked down at the ocean
I saw the waves crash against the shore
And then again I saw
The waves crash against the shore
Or the stone or whatever!

I sometimes use word only 'cause they rhyme
I sing songs sometimes
But enough of me
Let's get back to the ocean
It's still beating the shore
O! I wish I could be as tireless as the deep blue sea.

Remembering Mud

I want to touch soil
I want to touch earth
I want to touch the hearts of those who feel.

I'm thinking of where we live
I'm thiking of the ground beneath
O! How I wish there was mud under my feet.

I cherish all the green things I see
O! How I fear the bumble bee
I want to hear birds sing songs
But I'll need bird ears to understand and sing along.
I wish birds played guitar!

I want to smell the smell of mud
I love to be free.

A Bird's Blessing

I live next to the sky
Yes, I stay on a terrace
Not too high
But i am close to the sky
Yes, that's where birds fly
Or are supposed to!

I fly kites
I cut kites in mid-air
I waste 'manja' when it's in a knot
It doesn't rot on my terrace
It doesn't decay
It just stays there forever!

Forever or until a bird gets stuck in it.

I saw this happen today
It happened once before too
I thought, "What can I do"
My Grandfather said,
"Go on and cut that thread."

I didn't want to
I don't have a heart
But I didn't want to feel the guilt
So I did start
I did start to climb the stairs
that took me closer to the sky
I was on the terrace!

My neighbour and I
Cut the thread that restricted the birds flight
It fell down!
It fell down for a while and suddenly I saw what made the heavens smile
It flew to a safe spot
To some nearby ledge
It will live today!

That bird will bless my Grandfather
And I will too
He gave me a glimpse of the joy it brings
To help someone needier than you.

Fly

This poem's not for me,
think twice before you leave home tonight,
think twice before you leave town tonight,
think twice before you think twice for it's time to think twice about the people who didn't think twice before they left home last night to kill!

Have we got an excuse as to why we aren't turning to God? Do we only pray when gripped by fear, or do we pray throughout the year?

Why do we stand, walk, live, die? Are we so hardened that to answer this question truthfully we have to lie?
You will die someday, i will die too
but before i die i will tell you
think about what you did in life for a while and why.
Was it for posterity? Or was it for posterity?
If it was, was it for the entire world or was it for the bubble that we live in?
I live in a bubble, i hope i change, i hope i can think of the world and make it a better place, i hope!

Yet, it's actions that speak louder than words.
We are birds, eat and fly.