My buddy AV Satish Chandra
Now retired as prof of pol sci
From OU, tired as he already was
With the politics there
(Sigh, the gap, always a gap,
Between theory and practice)
Said to me more than a decade ago
With a humility that scholars have
He is ok to be walking
In the “corridor of uncertainty”
And with him then I would not agree
Hurts to agree most of the time
You may not have it all figured out
Now that I am older and wiser
I am inclined to tip my hat to him
And say, “Spoken like Socrates, chum”.
(AV Satish Chandra’s author page on Amazon — https://www.amazon.in/stores/author/B07TBWHH59)
The Search
I searched for God
But settled
For the girl next door
Who knows what I found
And what I did not.
What I See
Standing in the balcony
As it drizzles
I stretch out my hands
To feel the rain droplets
On my fingers
I see across the street
Two children playing with paper boats
And in front of the yonder house
I see a brand new hearse.
The Winter
It’s freezing
Leaves are all gone
I stand bare, half-smiling,
Knowing
Spring, too, will come
And trouble me
This year-round rigmarole.
She
She smiled
I smiled back
Without knowing
Why she smiled.
The Restraint
The lottery we never buy
Can haunt us for a lifetime.
The Truth That I Seek
I can never find
The truth that I seek
Assume I find it
How can I tell
It is the truth.
The Ultimate Paradox of Life
I keep saying
“I do not want to exist”
Yet how could I have said it
If I had never been born.
Does She Love Me?
I wanted to ask her
“Do you love me?”
Then let it go
I who was not sure
What love was.
Transience
The leaf on the tree
wonders
Which wind
Will separate them both.
The Flow
It started raining
And I got all confused
Which was my tear drop
And which the rain drop.
Know Thyself 