Happy Vijayadashmi

Pictures

The tiny toothed, thin piece
of coated metal
Snug safely in a plastic frame
A second
A million switches long
And the device, like flame
Emit heat and light

An ornament worn
In every occasion
Festivals, weddings, parties
Replacing the black box with an eye
The plastic frame emerges again
And then, a flash

Good old friends, separated by time
Kin that appear
Like the good old man of Christmas
Those you see only in their festival best
Or even those, on a daily basis
Love or loath, but that is all hidden

Gloss-coated lips and flossed teeth
Hair that appears like silver thread
In sunlight, falling on your face
Lighting up your eyes
Your triumphant screams to be heard
To those that behold your perfect piece of art

And you look again
Feel the screen,
the skin of your fingers glowing red
And sell it to the wall
That state-less wall
For the pile of blue-cuffed hands that make you smile

And oh, if time spared
In the plain, four walled room with no window,
You swipe through your extended brain
When the real one just cannot
Discard them, pictures, as it can, with a click
A second before, a parting thought
How you let the world believe your real facade
Your perfect piece of art
In the tiny toothed, thin piece of coated metal
Snug safe in a plastic frame

The Example

The Example
A role model, am example
A path to follow
To carve out success by ourselves
From the values we borrow
My young eyes followed
Fingers pointed
As told by the mind that owned them
Their idea of a marvellous great
A leader with a magic wand

Not there did it stop, my nomadic mind
In search of its monarch butterfly
Ruffled through all media
Immortal beings in fairy tales and myths
Superheroes, those fighting for good
Orators, and those striking diamonds with gold.

And then the wanderer came back home
Found enough to look up to
Those who work and sweat throughout
Amidst hurdles and harsh rants
To mould happiness in those they cared
And those who giggle and guffaw together
To uphold a smile, seen even in the dark
Even when oil turned skin to crisp
Some hands stayed firm as beacons of good

Life, mighty, standing still
Braving all seasons, staying tall
To locomotes, equally brave
In the nature that sustains them all
As age hardened my bones
Designed my mind and built my tongue
The journey had been a wonderful one
Taught me, the enlightened truth
Breaking down, building up
Destroyed, reborn, sustained
The single point of infinity I searched for
Was all that I contained.