Suffering and endurance
Suffering has no beginning.
Suffering has no end.
It’s a continuous process of digesting the unkind world
Through pathos and apathy.
Suffering kicks in your stomach like a silent killer
You feel numb.
To suffer is to endure
Endure the blackness of agony
Endure the tantrums of moods and hormones
Transforming like the shades of light observed during the sunset
A pure endurance
Of whimsical torture
A rebellion against mild submission,
You associate yourself with the estranged tramps of Beckett
Silence prevails like dark evening
You can hear the whistling of unwanted creatures
That you want to remove,
You endure life’s drudgery
Like a spirited adolescent endures
Thee punishment of the elders,
You become the chief narrator
Of the soliloquy of suffering and endurance,
You press your feeble arms only to feel the blood veins
The circulation of blood,
You endure the resistance
Of immunity fighting against disease
A cough
A cold
A perverse condition,
Melancholy is a long saga of endurance
Your body reacts to strange melancholia,
Tears come out like the sudden, incessant downpour
You endure the mischievous rain.
Your frail lips mutter ungraspable sounds like an imprisoned convict
Going to be hanged
A thorough endurance against law and order.
Everywhere I see
I see the marks of sorrow in the dry cactus land
Impregnated with hollow men and curses
Alas! Life is a journey of endurance,
A pilgrimage towards the beacon of hope.
01.10.25
The land of faces
2020
Nightmarish-
Standing on the road,
Bare foot, empty handed,
Placing my palm under the sky-
A sudden rush of wind
Makes me realize
The shape of my palm-
Gentle for giving
Humble for taking;
I close my hands
In the momentum of awe,
I open my eyes-
I find myself
In the land of
Degraded machines
Drowsy faces
That I never dream of.
Drowsiness
2021
Drowsiness
Drowsiness comes like a night
Silently approaching towards my eyes
Eyes like the eyes of the sky- stars
Insignificant and numerous –
Something vague.
Drowsiness comes like a new dawn
After the night
With a holy spirit of newness
And with solemn vigour
Dawn-
The yellowish vapour of sunrise
Bestows upon my blue-eyes
Like drowsiness.
How far! How cold!
The drowsiness seems to be-
Alas! It becomes the link
Between birth and death
Alas! It is life-
The water-
The sea.
13.01.2025
Moment of stillness
2020
(In this painting, I have taken the reference from the painting of Egon Schiele)
Moment of winter
He is sitting and turning over the pages of his books.
He is sitting and combing his hair.
He is combing and listening to the music from You-tube.
The tunes, the music, the lengthy books- all seem to be longer
Than the evenings of winter.
Winter nights are for contemplation.
One’s life is lesser comparing to the cold sensation of winter.
One can be content if one counts the passing moments of winter.
It does not want to move;
It does not want to end;
It does not want to reciprocate
To the songs of the crickets and birds.
Winter days are like these-
Titillating and still;
So still that a moment can turn into a frozen one
Easily;
Nausea does not bore him any-more.
He thinks- he is more than nausea.
He is more than moments.
The hanging clock on the walls is afraid to create a sound;
If it makes a crack in the walls of frozen time
From that crack, some illusory vapour may come out
Signalling the boats on the sea
To protect the boats from winter- storms.
A sound can be a buzz-
Buzz of the nearby bazaars of the neighbourhood;
Sound of winter-
Are you there?
Almost one hour has passed. He is in the same position.
Nothing changed except the time-
Eternal time of winter-
That is old age.
A solitary crow on the nearby branch of the tree
Is shrieking to awaken its counsel-
This is the last winter evening
Evening of doom.
The You-tube music is going on and on and on-
The crow along with its counsel looks at the lifelessness
Around this house.
Some mishap has happened.
Moments of time become silent for eternity.
14.01.2025
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The power of magnet is so much that it attracts the other magnets. If our life is like magnet, it will attract things like fate. I am people and I attract people. People live with numbers. And numbers attract other numbers. That is how the chain is formed. Like people, dates are special numbers. It adds, subtracts, and multiplies to create other numbers. The date of birth is a bunch of dates/numbers. It exists on earth so does our life. All the numbers are the events, the incidents, the happenings. These happenings happen so we live. We remember the dates/numbers, we forget. Ironically, we become the numbers.
I am terrible at coining words,
Framing my thoughts.
I believe that thoughts are like vapour.
Thin, thin, long strands of vapour-
Like fragmented clouds in the veiled sky.
We weave; we stitch the foamy particles
To shape them into a number-
A note-
The living life lived
By some lucky-draw champions.
People say that one has to start to reach somewhere
Then-
Start from where?
Where to end?
In the middle, there is a passage-
It is the life
And life becomes the numbers-
A number-
Till the eternal dawn.
22.01.2025