My Own People
So, the field wasn’t even there,
crossing which, all those days,
we had gone to that village.
My own people stayed in that village
When we went there,
carrying umbrella of sunshine or rain,
they’d wait for us in the field.
While returning, they’d
come with us to the very field
which was never there.
So, the field wasn’t even there,
crossing which we reached the village.
And so, even my village,
and my own people there,
they too were never there.
Candle
do you flare up
to burn the darkness
of my heart
you spent half your life,
still couldn’t push away
half the darkness
melting, you will be gone now,
you yourself will be
immersed in darkness
Only God will come looking for you,
and even he wouldn’t find you,
your soul is hidden in such darkness
Looking for you,
God will again flare you up
O my innocent candle
seeing you, darkness weeps
Robot
a male robot
falls in love
with a female robot
they make love
by pressing a button
they have a button
for kissing
and a button
to forget each other
when are at work.
