The blind singer of bhajans
The blind singer of bhajans.When all I see is love for the divineEach moment here in this world is fineI sing his praise and he takes care of meAnd life adopts the high notes of wine.. . . . . .Arvind PasseyWritten on 18 March 2020Penned for this selfless singer sitting in front of a...
Take care of your world, not mine
Take care of your world, not mine.That wail zipping through neuronsActivating synapses that giveThoughts their words and giveWords their sounds.You know, sounds of fury, anger, despair,That they imagine fills the worldAnd prepares to get things doneOr at least make change possible.It doesn’t.It doesn’t because that wailAnd whatever it does will failTo reach out beyond their...
The unfair advantage
The unfair advantage The heart desires, the mind wantsBut time sometimes sits back, taunts.I don’t need riches nor everlasting ageI just want ‘the unfair advantage’. . . . . . . Arvind PasseyWritten on 08 March 2020
Riot
Have a riot and please your heartOr read the riot act to ease the uneaseGive your hair a riot of colors to startA new era if there’s an expired lease. Imagination runs riot to createA new world riotously entertainingAnd only a riot of emotions satiateNerves that have been over-straining. A riot that’s an outburst with...
A poem can be a saviour
“Take sides! Blame one or the other!Let your words spread the flameOne way or the other or don’t botherBecause this is the way we play our game.”Game? I ask and wonderIf a poem that promotes harmony is a blunder. .. Together cannot mean to get her or himHarmony hugs harm to transform itTo misspell peace...
The magic in our lives
The magic in our lives.You told me what magic wasI listened, nodded, and believedEverything from a stone spearTo this 200 gram smartphoneWas nothing short of magicAnd without caring a bit, continuedFractious arguments in virtual space. You said the way fashion evolvedAnd travel became easierWas as much magical as citiesThat were turned into smart entities.Yes, I...
Mixology in Agra
Mixology in Agra A handful of history A heapful of culture A dash of mystery Can obviously stir And carry emotions To a new tourism high. Heavenly potions Of what, where, and why Waltz in this city now And I begin this trip To Agra to wow With a soulful tourism sip. . . ....
Just be one
Just be one Being different is being human. Our choice of thoughts for words Or words for our thoughts Dress up the entire horizon. The entire horizon belongs to us all. That’s the only way to exist Or coexist, if that appeals more. Seeing as one isn’t important But being one matters. . . ....
Make way for hope, please
Make way for hope, please . Silence smacks hard But so do words And blood spurts out Every time Whether one sees it or not. Caught in between Are a few tut-tuts, sighs And grunts that are unable to decide Where truth lies. This violence is maddening And the noise deafening But meandering unscathed Is...
Words can turn your world upside-down
Words can turn your world upside-down . Words scramble, lunge, scoot, Fly around aimlessly, collide, And without us even knowing Slave thoughts for their ride. From whatever the nation wants To wherever a quote or a misquote Decides in all its wisdom, it is Words calling us from their boat. And all the time we...
The meek never question
The meek never question To die before one is dead is to die Without having hugged the word why Or even why not. People stick to what they’re taught. . . Arvind Passey Written on 20 January 2020
What the tree said in December
What the tree said in December Prosperity isn’t forever Prejudices don’t last I get love, I’m the lover And hope, I know, is vast. . . . Arvind Passey 28 January 2020
