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A Madman's Memoir They see me often with the Sun and the Moon, But when asked say they know me not. They see all of me, but knows not my name, I say, without a name, would I not be the same. I speak out my heart, and they call me mad. Bemused am I as I see them bear grief in joy and smile when sad. Many a time did they make me an offer. Could be one among them, a tongue to my mind if I can lend. Musings of thine, they call it ecstasy. And that in mine, relate to utter lunacy. Display of order raise them to the level of a supreme being. While breaking the same I see them elate with overbearing supremacy. Utterances that are loudest are deemed to be truth. Riots spark religious consciousness more than the ostentatious prayers. The infinite one foolishly confined within the walls. I pain to agree, I too was one alike long before I was mad! The God is within but they bang the bell to awaken the all-pervading. And when rectitude ...

The Vanity Bag I see them cheer, and call me the girl with the vanity bag, And some gaze at the bag as I see their head sag. More so do I walk the town with pomp when mamma is aside, But I go rapt as I see her bag, wondering what all must be inside. Among many, the vanity bag is one that displays our similarity, While among a few, this is also the one that defines us distinctly. As I desire to ask, what all do you carry in it mamma? I too would share you the secret behind my bag’s charisma. As I see you unzip yours, I am awed to see in you beauty personified, While the stars hidden in the sky see me vivified. I go pensive as I see object of surprises flutter out of your bag, And the sight of it all leaves me to gag. Mine is a bag filled with things I cherish and cared, Some love hidden inside, for when of it this earth would be bared. A pinch of prayer for those condemned and left astray, And warmth for the ones for no reason hurt in an...

An Uneasy Calm Some said, why throng the temple; living gods are often seen at the orphanage. I visited, all said; meet Sue, the charming little and the youngest of all. He was someone’s love child; forsaken when their love had gone wild. My dear, as I see you giggle and wiggle among the bluebells, I keep brooding, why I still sense an uneasy calm all around!   One asked, why do I crave relentlessly; there is a place that could answer it all. I visited a home for the old; met Dora, the most loved amongst all. She’s been left alone, as those dear to her were in a rush to reach the heaven. Charmed to see her move on with pain and pleasure, leaving her past to rust. As I bade goodbye, how do I vanquish my brooding as therein lies an uneasy calm.   As the father leaves the house at dusk to start his day of toil, Hugo, in his somnambulistic pretense locks a pinky swear, for all he expects at dawn. After a day’s toil, hands with dirt and soil, Hugo fo...