Evening at Zambezi River, Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe, May 2015
and so does everything around... the situation, the people, the perspective, the needs.... and we too change.... the wise and courageous seek change.. because only change is constant!

Sunday, January 1, 2012

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)


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