Tomorrow

Tomorrow I may not be here,

If that is HIS wish;

But as The Sun rises tomorrow,

Tell him not to fear.

Tomorrow as The Sun sets,

Tell him to reflect his solemnity;

By cooling behind the clouds,

And will accompany him the seven colours.

Tomorrow as the trees cool the earth with their shade

And as the winds through them sing;

Tell them to bring me some

Fine music with soulful songs of nature.

Tomorrow as The Moon,

Comes across the sky,

Tell him to donate me where-ever I am

Little feeling of his shining cool reflection.

Tomorrow as the waves,

Fight with the shores;

Tell them not to...

For they lovingly embrace each other.

Tomorrow as the flowers bloom,

Tell them to refuse themselves upon me;

Since neither would they be garnishing me

Nor would I sense their pleasantly intoxicating nectar.

Tomorrow if someone rise

To sing before my pyre;

Stop them with the might of Fire that burns me;

And expose their treacheries as liars.

Tomorrow if she thinks of me

Cry, do not for me, tell her;

For I won't be there to wipe her tears

I longed all my life to be with her...

Tomorrow even if even a drop of life remains in me

I would pray to God today itself

That tomorrow

I must not be here.

......Written in Sept. 1986.

My Shangri-La

My Shangri-La
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What I write is
Not for you.. or anyone.
I write;
I write to serve myself out
Of the truth of being alone:
I know no one except me has read but...
by mere writing I feel
My feelings are shared
With everyone.

I write for myself,
Not for the world;
Although not about me
My feelings find a vent
Through my poems:
If possible, I would stop
And look at the world;
Neither from Zenith,
Nor from beneath...
I try to discuss on parity
With my poems...
I tell them I love them:
They never argue!

Neither is the fear
Of non-acceptance,
Nor of dreaded rejection;
At last there is someone who understands.

Neither do I look for the tune
Nor do they ask me for rhyme;
I do everything for one person:
I, me, myself
And poems are just my revolting commandos
Creating my own world…
My very own Shangri-La:
Where I am there,
Unknown, alone, untouched:

Yet the feeling of someone
Desiring my company
Telling me:
I love you
Persists.