UNDERSTANDING THE "I"

There are two “I”s

within me,

The physical “I”

and the ultimate “I”

One is the body

and the other is the soul

But the problem is to understand

which of the “I”s

Is making me

behave the way “I” do?

When I am selfish

I’m not sure

if it is my body or my soul

Which makes me so

When I am selfless

I’m not sure

if it is my body or my soul

that makes me so

When I am in love

I’m not sure

if it is my body or my soul

Which makes me so

When I am in lust

I’m not sure

if it is my body or my soul

that makes me so

When I am angry

I’m not sure

if it is my body or my soul

Which makes me so

When I am at peace

I’m not sure

if it is my body or my soul

that makes me so

When I am troubled

I’m not sure

if it is my body or my soul

Which makes me so

When I am calm

I’m not sure

if it is my body or my soul

that makes me so

Sages and saints have said

That selfishness, lust, anger

Are caused by the physical “I”

While selflessness, love, peace and calm

Are caused by the ultimate “I”

If that is so,

Then why the heck do I get angry

When I see some strangers

And fall in love with some at first sight.

So tell me folks,

Was it my body or my soul

which reacted to such gals and blokes?

FULLY COOKED ORGANS

Scrambled brain, barbecued liver and baked balls

That’s all there is now left of this body so dear to me

When ultimately my life too ends and falls

There will naught be anything else to seem or be seen

Not even the scrambled brains and barbecued liver, per se

But just the mud and dust that housed me

The house of my scrambled brain and baked balls

That is all that remains until death calls

SHADES OF CORRUPTION

We drove out the colonial sahibs,

Because the local brown sahibs

Thought they were better rulers

Than the colonial white sahibs.

It turns out they were better foolers

Than the colonial white sahibs too….

Now we have local sahibs of many hues

But the best common one to choose

Is the brown but black local sahib,

who deals in all things corrupt and illegal.

Now we long for the colonial sahibs,

Because the brown sahibs

Have shown their true colours

By looting the nation with their followers
 

I am truly sad and frustrated for I feel impotent that nothing can be done to change the situation. Those who come forward to try and change the situation soon change and become corrupt too... I love my country and just am unable to tolerate the way it is going down the drain 

 Even such strong words as mine are in vain as the people of my country have skins thicker than those of the Indian buffaloes and even such strong words will not help them change for the better.... Even good initiatives to root out corruption are only turning corrupt....

GET HIGH ON AIR

All intoxication tends to be tiring

when used over and over again

Being fresh and normal is refreshing

for it is a great feeling that will remain.

So let’s get high on pure air

And keep our body unpolluted

So that our life may then turn fair

And our blood remains untainted.

Our life of physical health and well being

Leads to our growth in spheres divine

For without the body which is our being

We cannot witness the light that doth shine

Our body is the canvas on the easel

And helps us draw the solution to the puzzle

So let’s get high on pure air

And keep our body healthy without fear

A WINNER

While the losers are surrounded by sympathizers

It is always the winner who stands alone

The winner may be surrounded by fans galore

But ultimately at the final count he is just alone

So therefore let not loneliness bother you, my love

For you are a winner for sure in the now and here

And whatever others may say or do unto you

Just remember you will always a winner be

And though you stand alone, you stand tall

And that is what I love about lonely people, et al.