If Only...

If only we could sit down and be still

And pause for a while the chaos of our worldly affairs

We’d hear him talk to us crystal clear

And there’d be no use for any prayers

If only we could contemplate once

The cuts and scratches and bruises we give

To ourselves and to others we love or hate

There’d be no need for World Peace

If only we could give a thought

To our green and multi-hued ‘lesser’ friends

Then blessed would be this death that we live

And there’d be no need for the WWF

And if only for a moment we could hold on

To our hectic crimes and give the cubs a thought

They’d come out of their evil chasms

And there’d be no need for any rehabs

But alas for we do not stand

No time we have for wasting

Trivial deem we this trifle two minutes

Of just sitting down and thinking

And so the caravan rolls on

And on rolls the wheel of death

Man comes and goes but I linger still

And woefully witness my pitiful fate

For time bears testimony, it bore and will

To man’s inhumane and cruel deeds

Which lead nowhere else but death

Of him, of others, of all, of me.

Anant Vidur Puri

I=Pandora

Pandora was stupid, idiotic, foolish

Opened she the box binding all evils

Why couldnt she have listened and bean wary?

We’d all have been so happy now

So we say and crib all day

And blame pandora for our own despair

And so i cribbed and said all day

Until i became Pandora

It was the source of joy and bliss

But also the path of dreaded despair

See it i could as i wished

But the sight was both ways so bitter

And i was told just let it be

Please dont break this strand of solace

You’ve torn her heart apart already

Now stay at least for her to pray

And caught was i in this web i wove

As so was i also told

Its what i did, the seeds i sowed

Whose fruit was what was caught in my throat

A prickly fruit which stung and bled

But like sweet poison my heart it kept

Or was it really there i thought?

Is this just another superficial bout?

I bore till i could bear no more

And held till i could hold no longer

She worshipped and pled and wept and begged

For the strand she could not bear to lose

And finally wisdom dawned

As i saw the foolishness of my own escapade

Pandor a was foolish had i thought

And here i was with my own box

I opened it and out they flew

Pain, suffering, hunger and disease

But glad i was till the very end

till he came out with ease

And i saw the bloody scythe

And the nightmarish reality bite

But contented was i for i had done

My scheduled misdeed

And still they say Pandora was foolish

But now i do not agree

For i now realize that what had been

Was always meant to be

For can we dreamsweet bereft of nightmares

Can we live without death

Can we be cured without illness

Can love be void of its end?

Today i dream and heal and recover

But yesteryear do i not forget

For it was she who taught me well

The lessons of regret

And so i say oh hallowed ones

Pandora is there and here with us

Cry not nor weep at the opened box she has

For it was after all a box with a latch... It was meant to be opened.

Conjoint

I did it, did it with vengeance

With conviction and forthrightness I hewed it off

But fool was I to overlook the fact

That it was my own that I mutilated

Realized this I did too late

Too late, the vision it haunts me now

The vision of a man full and whole

The man with his woman in tow

Oh hark me you foolish ignorant beings

For tis not a trivial band

The link runs deep and deep it links

It unifies woman and man

And break it if u break it must

Oh break but bear this in mind

It was your own that own you made

And your own it will be that you will sever

And so the world is lived by those

Who are in half and who are in whole

And also those who chose to be

And those who were forced

But better it is to amputate it

Disease if it has catched

Or the disease will spread soon

And both will then be bad

So try your best to heal the hurt

But do not try to linger on

And so you might still later be whole

For maybe you will find a new bond.

Continuity

Oh its beautiful And love it i do
For true love is love with love itself
People they come and they walk and they go
But love thou have for them prevails
The winds of time they blow and grow cold
Perishes the chariot of deathly abode
But flows still the sound of the leaves
As the chariot flew by with thou
For endless is its stream that always flows
Endless is the warmth of its glow
And endless it was and is and will be
And in absence it grows
For know this oh foolish and ignorant rider
The destination is reached but the journey never ends.