The Window Sills..

dirt lies hidden..

desolate considerations..

capricious expectations..

so let the heart be locked..

and let my dreams be closed..

for once the window sills are opened..

then there will be revolution aplenty ..

and many a soul mute..

will get hurt..

truth lies obscured…

manifestations multiply..

flattery glorified…

but wars are never won through words..

and tears never put across through lips crossed..

so let my desires be entombed…

to be treasured by only the seekers of integrity…

for once the window sills are opened..

then there is no reasoning fair..

where depraved vengeance…

will take my actions…

into someone’s body..

and someone’s else’s throat..

the obsolete repeated…

the same videos in a loop…

the bubble maintained..

with the helium of a follower sworn..

to maintain the existing status quo..

but i never ever understood…

the propositions of patience..

the virtues of waiting are quite alien..

to my conscience ravished…

so let my ideas be caged…

rich poet..

wasted moments..

all be washed away..

for once the window sills are opened…

then who knows in what form…

chaos enchanting yet menacing…

will be ushered in into a world ..

quite sane and violent…

the dynamics are quite fragile…

minute asymmetries..

really precise ratios..

the sun comes angry everyday…

and the moon expresses its mourning every night …

and the sails hitherto remain static..

stagnant with hope..

staled by imaginary castles..

and cosy kisses..

so let my passions be repressed..

with steroids and herbs utopian…

for once if thy window sills.

of thee untraversed desert is opened..

then who knows what toxic famine of love be unleashed..

on the virgin blossoms of pain…

the Presidents are elected..

once every trimester..

of political filthyness..

shallow words..

glittering campaigns..

the dance of freedom goes on..

with reality actually caged by

misconstrued faith…

so my sins remain unheeded..

pleasure not to ever grace..

my barren shores with her refreshing winds..

of change magnanimous…

Alice will never see..

the wonderland outside..

a dour universe….

so let my visions be forever sacrificed…

into the pits of meddling negativity…

for if the window sills are opened once..

then who know what crucifixion..

will be destined for krishna..

and what hell for Moses……

The processions continue..

right caste..

wrong dowry…

blood splattered through fire…

cries wasted in stones…

but all is prosperous..

and everywhere there is development…

and it would be so rude..

to interrupt…

the profits of snatched wisdom…

so let my entreaties be silenced..

and let my fears become invisible…

for if once the window sills..

of my sixth sense are ever opened..

then who knows..

what laws of power will be broken..

without a hint of much maligned shame..

and what stars shall we gain to inherit…

we mere ants..

of a divided earth…

so lets all cover up our window sills..

cower under the harsh light of the distant galaxies…

and conquer not Mars pretty..

but rather the spires of sand…

of the nearby temple , church, mosque, monastery

or synagogue…

and keep on hoping for that artificial messiah…

to be the noble warrior..

and trudge his or her golden boots..

through the dusty cobwebs…

of our abandoned..

decayed..

rotting windows..

and aged perceptions..

my thoughts..