the distance 

from us 

to ‘you’ and ‘me’

has been the most toughest of all 

so far 


as I stand up to stretch my hand 

I wonder of the gaps that will never fill 

for the wisdom to know less 

for the wisdom not to stand up for self 

what was yoked by brute force 


and what breaks causes pain 

hanging loosely out of its anchor 

suspended in ‘trishanku swarga’

neither here nor there 

friend, you caused me much pain 

yet there is forgivance 

yet there is moving on

coz you should like I do 

prosper, prosper in spite of pain

for as anger melts away 

sorrow at an opportunity lost 

and a lifetime wasted

is all that lasts!

And the journey continues 

across chasms

‘you’ and ‘me’ to our separate destinations

you, do not know yours do you?

nor do I 

does it matter?

travel as long as it lasts…

PS: Post loss, post love, life continues

#save the farmer

Save the farmer 

the only one  

to breathe the earth 

what is dirt to you 

is to him a treasure. 

Save him who alone values water 

what carries waste for you 

is to him the elixir.

Save the farmer

who still beseeches the clouds 

what is to the rest of the world a nuisance 

is to him the divine manna from heaven.

Save the farmer 

spend more on farm produce 

let him send his children to school 

let his wife too have some leisure

let him also breathe easy.

Save the farmer 

for he alone is the care taker of the morrow

the atlas who holds afloat the what we flaunt so casually

break his back 

to be broken in due course.

PS: Why so insensitive to farmers? At what cost?