Framed Soul

Framed Soul

You love your walls
when you showcase
your most beloved
father or mother
wife or brother
the wooden frame
with all its expensive filigree
and you care more for the showcasing
than the person
who
once was the object of your love
The dear departed soul
may not find a place in your mind
nor the care in your heart and
you take hold of everything
except the ideas
ideals
and the passionate love for life.
You have precariously sold them over
to the scrap dealer.

The picture you need to show
to your school going child
who may want to affix the facsimile of the same
in his notebook
to write a few lines about his granny.
He asks you.
Do you have anything to tell?

The question

The Sun being hot
brings heat and
spreads the sheet of life
all around
abundant with hundreds and thousands
tiny cells
the very units of life
stirring them up
with procreating activities
the air,
the wind
the water
the deluge
they give the moments of movement
everywhere
here and there
and carries out the play
the stars mere viewers
watch the drama of life
coming and going
birth and death
consciousness to unconsciousness
and the decay
that sets in the moment
the life takes its shape
slowly takes over
finally the dust raised from dust
settles on the dust
and in the dust
the destination of the dusky and dusty
road.
The question that bewildered me
is
why I don’t reckon with all this.

Those were the days

Those were the days
when the sun was at its beauteous peak
the shines poured gold
and we loved to play in the sun
as it showered
traces of vital minerals
free
There never occurred the thought of
sun tan and we had heard of no screening from sun

Those were the days
when the rain was good
as it always poured and poured
fortuitous treasures in the heart of rich crops
the hunger and thirst both felt appeased
and I enjoyed the very first droplets of rain
when water was good
in the river, in the well
in the canal
and it held its uncorrupted purity
we loved to drink
handful and mouth full.

Those were the days
when the men and women
were always good
as they held their head high
and extended their hand to hold forth
the goodness of the world.
when the money did not count much
nor it carried any value
the love never equaled any price
we always felt secure
sitting by the fire
partaking food
served by hands made of silver
and heart made of pure gold.

Those were the days
and they remained as part of the rich past
the memories of lands and villages
crowds and caravans
they carried around
the milk of human kindness.

The only way

No way is the only way,
life tells me
when
Walking up the stream of consciousness
I lost my way
there was trouble and tribulation
all around me
and I lost my way
I lost my arguments
I lost my fight
I submit
here as under
no way is the only way
to let the life takes you over
like dead leaf
which bewitched and possessed
takes round and round
whirls with the wind
I tend to enjoy the pleasure
of being carried around
no way is the only way
The answer comes deep from within
the soul remains stuck to the
crushing soles
the feet of time
paves the way
where no way is the only way.

It will be

It will be

Gurdip Singh

The day is sure to come
the day, you promised to keep
the day is sure to come
that day
the day will all be in my name
in your name and in their name
the day is sure to come

When the light all soft and hard
will touch the bottom of my heart
and rise from there
uplifting my listless thoughts
to taking them to soaring heights
my feet free from the shackles
unbounded and free
my steps will take me
where the world is free from fear
where the justice delivered
where none tells to me keep quiet
where desires do not die unconsummated
where nothing is denied
in the name of divine
The day, is sure to come
where equal among equals
holds forth equal for all.