World Without End

The numbers are rolling

So are the days

Once upon a time in India

A crow sat in a tree and a pigeon on a temple nearby

The pigeon made a painting on the parapet 

With what you can call shit

The crow cleaned the garbage area

With what you call its beak

It ate the leftovers and never questioned

Even when the UNESCO made the parapet painting

A world heritage site

Millions came to see the shit

Were amazed at the feat

At what a pigeon can do in here

They drank water from plastic bottles

And threw them wherever they could

Green bottles with all gyaan

But nobody took the gyaan

The poor children needed the bottle

It was indeed cool to carry it to the defecation mine-fields

They compared the size and colours and cracked jokes

About the people being amazed at the pigeon shit

They laughed and changed their spots while relieving

Hoping to create another heritage site

This is the fact that I live with

This is the truth that I live with

No matter what you try to do

No matter what you have already tried

It's a world without end

It's a world without end.

Envied by none

The old poet is dead not his poetry
The new-born is dead not its parents

Cries from the land of opium
Where 10 million lie buried in the golden land
To maim and kill those who want to tread
In the path of truth and liberty

It's back to where it started
The B-52 is hot dogging the cleavages again

Where Eskander roamed with his army
Now ruled by bearded men
Envied by none

You don't give up that's why I love you

(written on 13th May 2006, lodhi colony)

You have been playing!
O' Lord?
Why do you play?
Am I not too insignificant for you?
To play with.

Your constant purification
Of my stained soul
In this dry hot summer.

I must have been a fool
Not to understand
Your passionate lust for me
But

The (my unquestioned) faith
On you shakes at these times
Yet making me feel unique
Making me feel complete
Without you!

My questions don't shake your faith
Do they?
I know, they don't.

Seasoned players like you.
Playing both sides
Mother are you?
Oh no!
Father you are
Is not it?

You never give up
And want it that way
Always.

So why expect from me?