Existential Crisis

My existence so pointless for all to see,
Alike shadow of a parched tree

Despite the presence of loved ones
Dwells loneliness inside
Welled up tears manifesting glee,
My eyes have often cried.

Bawling in happiness had me cloyed,
In this world, I feel anxious and paranoid.

Monsoon has poured its heart out,
With passion, the rivers are gushing about
Flowers have started to blossom,
Smiling buds present a sight awesome

Barren remained a solitary branch, albeit spring shower,
That thus far never could bear a flower.

Quandry of Life

Don‘t know how days so astounding
Have crept into Life
That, disjointed from my own-self
Even the shadow lurks around

A galore contemplation
And expectations abound 
The fixation over which   
My eyes felt sleep-deprived
That very thing bestowed
Upon me, the reward of grief

What I assumed to be bliss
Was indeed a silhouette of gloom
Akin to a few drops of dew
Shining on the sand somewhere
Such illusions of deceit
Often I was inflicted by

A Timeless Legacy

A tragedy unparalleled
Reminiscent of a holocaust,
Karbala* as its locus,
Several centuries in the past

Death with dignity is better
Than a life of humiliation
Advocated the central protagonist to defend
Tenets of Islam against annihilation

Commemoration of the battle every year,
In essence and fervour never could fade,
Fighting against tyranny, injustice, and falsehood
Lives for a cause Prophet’s clan laid

Homage, millions of pilgrims
Like a personal loss, do pay
Recreating pain that infuses humanitarianism,
A reminder to stand steadfast for values, come what may.

Mourning congregations, battle discourses from the pulpit,
Elegies for the martyred souls rent the air.
While chest-beating and self-flagellation form an expression of grief
The Milieu seems plunged into despair beyond compare.

The love for Imam Hussain(a.s)* is
not confined to any single community
His indestructible soul rules the hearts
Of all those who believe in humanity.


Note:
* Karbala is a city in central Iraq located about 100 km southwest of Baghdad.
* Imam Hussain(a.s) is the grandson of the Islamic prophet Muhammad. He was killed and beheaded in the Battle of Karbala.

Harbouring A Dream

Languishing in the dark
With no plans afoot to embark
On a journey that lends stability
Perhaps, the lacuna is in my ability

Shifting sands of the economy
Threaten my existence to the brink of ignominy
By putting a lid on an ever so moderate livelihood
That for some years now, on a shaky ground stood

Diligence and earnestness are virtues bygone,
In an era of glorious technological dawn
Where analytics form an indispensable core
To measure your competency score

While the pursuit of quality is deemed so vain
Churning volume, merits recognition and, rewards attain
Cutting corners has robbed work ethic of its sheen
Employees these days are reduced to a machine

Pressures of survival, despite efforts, sustained
Led to exasperation and fears ingrained
Hounding did, at last, shatter the zeal,
Egging me on to break free, for once not kneel.

My instincts have charted a course astute,
Where the heart lies, moreover aptitude does suit
Call to action is the need of the hour,
To fulfil the dream of self-reliance that I harbour.

The Border Conundrum

Pulling the wool over the eyes
As if portraying infallibility would suffice
To gloat over the fifty six inch chest
Media toes the line at government’s behest

Quickly pouncing to avert infiltration attempts
Bravado against western neighbour does tempt
The heart shrinks at the northern frontier
Whilst territorial encroachment, Sino blatantly engineer

The premier mouthing denials at the outset,
Later clarifying initial stance, with flaws beset
When domestic outrage seeking reprisal rendered the air
Managing perceptions, the regime thought was fair

Withdrawal in Galwan after shifting the boundary,
To make a buffer zone inside Indian Territory
Yet ensconced, building bunkers and observation points
In hot springs and Gogra, to patriotic Indians does disappoint

In giving a mile for an inch
The regime does not flinch
Their sloganeering propounds a new order
Perhaps, Wuhan diplomacy extends to the border

Let alone pull-back, Chinese refuse to budge
On commitments, they are known to fudge
The Indian Republic buries its head in the sand
In the bargain, ceding chunks of land

Hurt Fandom

Enmeshed in ties of blood,
Strung by an umbilical cord
With its snapping, a bud
Comes to life, that almighty accords

Besieged by inherent emotional bond
Through the journey all along
Flourish affiliations so fond
That one dreads to trample upon

Some gravitate for the love of craft
To others, intellect appeals by far
Rest connect with purity of soul
Cherishing memories of chosen heroes

Their legacy of accomplishments so inspiring
Radiate a cult like influence
Infusing hope in budding talents
Who otherwise by failure get dismayed

Hunky-dory the relationships seem
Till the moment they last
When providence casts a shadow of death
It dawns, how transient and fragile they are

In conjunction with emotions lies pain
For bereavement, none can be arraigned
Wish life came into existence
Without the frills of human intervention

The same bud that once moistened eyes
On its inception with tears of joy
While the soul departs from its body
Evokes wails and leaves us teary eyed