its 12 midnight.
while day sleeps, the night is awake with windy dreams
lashing on the edge of your conscious
thoughts disconnected falling and then away
softy licking ,softly tingling me in my half-sleep and then dying

and i sit , selfish. Because i thirst a turquoise poetry wave
a lashing of exquisite words. of this world yet not quite
for the day: kills every thought. there is no more perfume in words
maybe it is that the sun in december -scorches dreaminees
cruel sun and added to it- slits in the ozone

nowadays i brood too much on plastics.
depressing activities like garbage sorting occupy too much time
depressing herons sit around the open drainage that flows next door
their long pink beaks beaten down, they fold their majestic wings-hiding them
wary of opening such visual luzury in such darbiness

eleventh hour citizens cannot write much poetry, i guess
we know too much and yet we cling and clutch on to our laziness
the world is crumbling-but slowly. and we hurry on
the herons are dead , the trees mourn silently ,
their cries stretched out from dried branches

so who are you looking for?

didn't you get it yet?
it's you.
one person.
Yes the entire universe, 100 billion people
is you.
look around, above and below
you, you and you.
The people on the bus,
the burka clad muslim woman with her vegetables
is you,
the man who washes your toilet in office is you
krishna is you,
and jesus and allah live in you
you pray to yourself'
you wound yourself
you plot and scheme and cut yourself down
only you.
one person - the voice of the earth
earth spirit alive in you
fine . now you can smile
sit back ,close the book by Vivekananda.
listen. nobody else. its all you.
all of us are one person.
Usain bolt is you, mohamad ali is you
khalil is you
beethoven is you, hilter is you
khayam is you, yesudas is you,
madonna is you, geoge bush is you
obama is you, osama is you.
shiva and brahma is you.

when you light them candles all 38 of them , its for you
when you are asleep
your dreams leave you
creep out of a stuffy world and become everywhere and everyone
its simple now isn't

the howl of the dogs , the sound of rain
is you
life is you. unbroken chain of life within you
all the goodness in you
beauty and sacredness
and every misery too
there is ugliness and that too is you

you have the mysterious key in the palm of your hand
you know it now that iam you and you are me
will you stop searching outside now?
can you look within , because all the answers lie within
you.