The Sound of Cry

Why do we cry?
When we're sad,
Or when glad?
Shy, after we cry?
When we're floppy,
Or when happy?
A wet cry for a debt.
A dry cry for a doubt.
We cry at a loss,
At a toss or pass.
A shy cry at times
A wry cry some times.
A cry for a gain,
A cry for a pain.
A cry in vain,
A cry in bane.
Cry washes pain,
Ashes gain.
Cry vanishes
And banishes bane.
A cry in pain
Is a rain in the dry.
Drops of tears
Are hopes of flair.
Cry in silence
Is a cry of sacrifice.
Cry sends
signals of pains.
Cry cleanses
the stains of lives.
Tears form deluge
that tears life apart.
Fear of tears is part
of life of fears and tears.
Cry in, cry out
Cry in need.
A child cries in need
The old cries of deed.
Mother knows
when a child cries,
For why it cries.
When mother cries,
Even her eyes know not.
The cry of the old
Is fun for the less old.
But for the old
any cry is a cry.

One cries at birth
Others cry at death.
The wise cries under cover
The wicked in open.
The wise cries for solutions
The wicked for problems.
Cry is the end of reason
Cry ends reason
Cry comes from many things
Cry goes to many things.
From where it comes
To where it goes,
Not even the wisest knows.

A deep cry leads to solutions
A shallow cry to re-cries.
Origin of cry?
Cry begins before the cry.
Cry ends before the end.
What is it?
Cry needs a trigger
Cry takes both the eyes.
Cry is not one-eyed
Am I the trigger of a cry?
Woe to me, if so!
Can I stop a cry?
Bliss to me, always!
Listen to cries
To the cry within
To the cry outside
To the cry everywhere.

What is cry?
A primitive feeling
But perfected too.
Cry is an expression
of a pressing matter
expressed through
the press of the precious eyes
creating symmetric streams
of the cleanest water
yet the hardest,
by an unknown chemical reaction
from a mysterious source
for a finite time
submerging even the mightiest.
It converted the strong,
melted the hard,
felled the valiant and
stopped the villains.
It's mysterious.
It's hysteric, delirious
And nefarious
Although it's melodious.

my BOSS

Years passed by
Fears gone away
Quest for life made me
Priest for life

Whose choice it was?
Choice! What a fuss!
Boss of my life
Chose my life

Why was I?
High 'bove many,
Way 'bove plenty...
Mystery.

A walk
Long walk
Indeed, not
A gawk.

Always...
Made me bent but
Never broke my gut
Forced me beg
Chased 'way my bugs
Stretched me but
Strangled me not
Soaked me in blood
Baked me but food good
Presented me miserable
Prized me but invaluable

Go on
on and on
my boss
Love thee.

​Lessons learnt from here and there

1. Power and Wealth are not the last words

J Jayalalithaa was a powerful Chief Minister. She was a powerful person in life. Nobody could stand straight in her presence.
However, during the last several months of her life, she was undergoing severe suffering. It was more than one can get from an Indian prison for politicians. Many belive that she was killed by her own people. It is worse than capital punishment. Her power and wealth couldn't save her life from an unnatural mysterious death... Her death was not like any of the endings of her films.
It's a lesson to learn. Let us do good things. Even if we suffer, then there is a merit in it.

2. Judge not

What lesson can we learn from these persons?
1. Justice John Michael Cunha found some people guilty.
2. Justice C R Kumaraswamy acquitted them.
3. Justices P C Ghose and Amitava Roy annulled the acquittal.

Logically, all the above judgements are not true. Hence, who is the real culprit: a criminal or one who misuses the power to help criminals escape and crimes to flourish?
We are helpless when we heard their judgments of naming white black, then black white and then white black.
Justice delayed is justice denied. Similarly judgement leaked is judgement sneaked. An influenced judgement is a crime...

3. Succession plan is a myth

No leader paves way for another leader as leadership is one of the most enjoyable pleasure. It is way above money and sex. One who enjoys power will never think of someone else stepping into one's shoes. Successor emerges by successful strategies.

4. India is a land of wonders

Here in our motherland,

• A person of humble origin can be the emperor one day. Royalty is not mandatory to success.
• Human beings venerate and respect non-human beings and inanimate things more than human beings themselves.
• One can the richest in the land by theft alone.
• One can live in a prison but still can enjoy freedom. One is free, but still can be someone's captive.
• We convert prison to a spa and a spa to a prison.
• It is strange to see that the MPs and MLAs who are elected by people by secret ballot have no right to elect their leader by secret ballot.
• Spiritual leaders can convert water to wine, urine to saccharin, ash to cash and shit to asset.

5. We are not extraordinary

Our memory is weak. Our actions can be influenced. We are a people who can be easily provoked and many a time misguided. It has antecedents in the history.

Brutus was a hero. After a few hours he became a zero. People turned against him.
Jesus was a hero. After a few days he became a zero. People crucified him.

Sasikala was a hero. After a few months she became a zero.
There are many other heroes here. After a few years they surely will become zeros.

Individually all of us are brilliant and intelligent. Collectively, I am not sure what we are...

I am a born teacher

I love teaching; for
the taught to have thoughts
the nots to have notes
the sought to be wrought.
Can I be a teacher?
When I have 
the right thoughts
of the knowledge about 
the thing of things;
the right notes
of the ones 
who walked ahead,
who flow with me and
who race behind;
wrought myself
of the unformed clay
who wanted to be unformed
who wants to be untouched and
who loves the status quo,
I am a teacher.
I am a born teacher
as everyone born is a student.

Fear

I fear.
I fear the fear.
Fear - a spanning feeling of this year.
I fear to remember this year.
Fear of power.
I fear my power
For the fear of losing it.
I fear the powerless
For the fear of them gaining it.
From powerlessness I powered to power.
I used this. I used that.
I stamped over this. I tampered with that.
I fear all those whom and which I used, stamped over and tampered with.
I fear the existence of all those.
I am  in a spree to stop all those gaps.
The gaps I used to rise to the power.
The gaps I used to wrest the power.
Gaps are gaps.
Gaps are void.
They are black.
I am on a mission to fill the gaps,
Hoping to turn the black to the white.
I need to stop the gaps to drive my fear away.
But, is the opposite of black, white?
Is the opposite of white, black?
Woe to me!
The trap of the binary, I fell into.
The power of fear will grapple me.
The fear of power will topple me.
O man, count the moments
As the lies and lines will fade away.
"Put up thy sword into its place,
For all they that use the fear shall perish with the fear."
Thus spake, the lord of fearlessness.

The Certain Uncertainties of Life

Is life binary?
Between the known and unknown,
Do we restrict ourselves?
Is the known fully known?
Are all the unknowns completely unknowns?
Is life struggling between Yes and No?
The passage from the unknown to the known,
Is a passage from the known to the unknown.
The more we know, the more we know not.
Yes is a No and No is an Yes.
Is life n-ary?
I doubt, doubt and doubt the doubt.
Life is a sequence of the knowns and the unknowns,
And the unknowns and the knowns,
And the knowns and the knowns,
Partial and partially partial,
Separated by commas, exclamations, question marks and hyphens.
Of course, within the unavoidable ruthless margins, it blossoms.
Am I missing something?
Am I avoiding something?
Yes, I must accept the stops,
The FULL-STOPs.
They give meaning to the commas.
Right, the margins and full-stops,
The frames and periods,
Protect us from the known unknowns and the unknown unknowns.
It is life.
Life is continuous, yet discrete.
It is discretely continuous.
It is continuously discrete.
Hang on…
No place for any conundrums.
Bang on, it is sagaciously!

Love of Light

I love light.
To be in the light
Not in the limelight
Is my might.
I love fight
To be in the light.
For that I hate
To be in the limelight.
Light is bright,
Transparent and fast.
That's why I hate
What is not light.