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
This is what the clock said
This is what the clock said . What does a clock really say? I mean, besides tick-tock, of course. May I? Or is it more like I may Silently observe or shout myself hoarse, I may bleat or burp or blast Or run or burn or turn Tables upside down or cast A spell or...
The historian
The historian . A few pictures of me as I grew up, remain I allow memory to behave like an app Turning every moment away from disdain Unless I want my present to give me a slap. I create my past from conversation bits Gently brushing away parts I do not like What I complete,...
Be still
Be still Some days when stillness stays And reflections whisper what is A lonesome brown leaf softly says I can touch the clouds and kiss. . . . . Arvind Passey 15 January 2020
The new battlefield
The new battlefield . This isn’t how it can be done. This will never bridge a gap. This will only sting and stun. This fidgets on my lap. That isn’t right I’d say. That isn’t bright as well. That deserves only a nay. That doesn’t ring a bell. I’ve heard them all for many times...
Thoughts on the first day of the year
Thoughts on the first day of the year Between clicking the new year parade Or this tree offering all it has, in gratitude I chose the latter, watched its life’s work fade Into, or maybe, merge with the universe. The parade moved on, the crowds walked away And it must now be silent at Trafalgar,...
I will forget you too
1. You stepped away like a blink That happens between what remains and what disappears, Like the curtain of haze in the cortex Of an alzheimer-soaked mind, Like an unread page in a thriller. You assumed I will forget you too… I am determination and I’m here to kill your misconceptions. 2. I am a...
You turn and a realization dawns
Most of the time eyes think They see and only then you think But thoughts can paint Whatever they want And eyes just believe and reflect. The face isn’t a canvas But a mixing plate Where colours are the bosses Strutting around imperiously Effectively concealing Their uncertainties. Everything, including twitches Blinks, jerks, and impassive facades...
As I think about the environment
All around me Are writers and speakers Tearing words apart Pairing them Ordering them Mostly running after them Without knowing why Without understanding The truth inside the world of words. Users of words Remain under duress In a somewhat vocal way. Every word Lives multiple lives Not getting stressed at all And carries inside itself...
The day after birthday is the day for poetry
The newest always is the best Vintage can be happy though At sixty two I write and rest And never feel really low. Wishes are in hundreds now Social media just makes sure Each wish reduces age and wow For growing age is a lasting cure! . . . . . . Arvind PasseyWritten on...
Hear me out, cancer cells
It’s the job of cancer cells to multiply I grant them their rightful high It’s their job to inflict pain I grant them this, though with disdain. But let the mind remain fighting fit Don’t let our thoughts be torpedoed, hit Cancer cells, spare the mind And we’ll weed you out bit by bit. ....
