After having oscillated my mind between तत्वमसि and HAKUNA MATATA,
I come back to my usual life,
Only to find out that there's an ocean of uncertainty.
Intimidated by the huge waves,
I take a floating log of wood
The cold and salty Waters mock me,
For my swimming skills are not that good.
Every fine day, I impregnate my mind with a seed of inspiration
But alas! at the time of delivery the child dies within.
To ease myself I take a walk down the memory lane
I find faces of friends and foes, events, both horrific and sane.
A babel of voices fill the ambience and I find someone taunting me for my knavery,
He chides me for the injustice which has been done,
Injustice done to Hakuna Matata
Injustice done to तत्वमसि,
Injustice done to me
I am left alone with a remorseful plight
I lament over all the wrongdoing, I cry for the person who died within me.
All of a sudden I find my self atop a mountain of hope,
Gazing at the stars in the night sky
A light comes to me from moon and no more devil's fart
With all these feelings I get back to my bed
I look up at the ceiling and in a blank white space, I see all of it
Things with no logical correlation
I see them all, I hear them all
I see the watery eyes of a goat taken for slaughter,
I see its limbs, its severed head in gore.
Amazon Cloud, a code written on Jupyter,
I see Shiva's Trishul and Vishnu as a boar.
Amazon's wildlife, the Red Spot on Jupiter,
I hear the trumpets sond and a lion's roar.
खीर, पराठा, Timon & Pumba
वीर मराठा & Goddess Paramba
A Roman allegory, fine strokes on canvas
I see different colours, I see a strange circus