158. Protest

Protest I must now, with all my powers;
The silent suffering stretched beyond limits

Has shattered me into pieces,

I wake up to the reality with tremendous confusion.

To this shameless situation, I must Protest.

All your customs and traditions, smiling an inch hypocritical;

Attack aggressively every minute.

I look at them affectionately,

But even for a moment, I refuse to be caged by a single one.

You misunderstand, misinterpret, mis-construct the truth;

Your authority I must Protest.

The mighty wings have a great potential to migrate

(Like I did in the past)

But surprisingly I prefer clinging on to this Earth

-        ----   Aimlessly, just by habit

To my inaction, inefficiency, desire binding me to the world,

I must Protest.

With all unguarded actions-reactions, meaningless at its core;

The world is created again and again, to which I do not belong.

The sharp sword of latent wisdom separates every moment from other.

I do not know why this alienation scares;

To this fear, I must Protest.

Of course, you are always there; with your tender and  loving heart;

However, you seem to be unaware that like a breeze and joyous rain

You are triggered by distant realities (I have nothing to do with them).

There needs to be a vacuum within me to attract you.

This ‘proactive’ness to seek you my dear; I Protest today.

Written sometime in October 2004 (Delhi)
(Delhi)