A squarish piece of glass flashes images
of all the places of the world
of all the periods of time
of all the known emotions of man
Transports multitudes
into an untrue land of truth
and impoverishes them
separating them from
the real world around them
and uniting them with
the false phantoms of real people

© Sunil Rajguru

The traditional belief of reincarnation
A life once, twice, thrice and many more times
A life full of suffering, anguish, despair and agony
Dreams and nightmares, hopes
The growth of a life, drop by drop
And effort of years and of generations
Worldly success, shorlived joy
Spiritual abyss, lingering sadness…
A lone life observing mankind
Beastkind?
Womankind squashed, helplessness butchered
A law of the might
God sold, a religion of hatred
And in the end, its back to dust
The futility of it all
The destruction of all things created
Surely the soul is too wise
to change more than one suffering body

© Sunil Rajguru

Mankind is a book
and every letter
represents a living soul
The book is complete only if
all the letters are present
and in their proper order
But the book as whole
is never preserved
Individual letters aren’t valued
words and paras perish
or blur
Sometimes whole chapters are wiped out
vacuums created
rendering the text invalid
Pages don’t form a sequence
and are in conflict
and torn out
The protective cover
detached itself ages back
and the snow white pages
exposed to the dirt and smoke
of the atmosphere
are getting dirtier and dirtier
The gutter spaces have blackened
Lines have ceased to make sense
It is no wonder that
God
fails to read the book of man

© Sunil Rajguru

Unwillingly the shutters go down
all of them
The busy places of transaction
exchange nothing
The overcrowded streets
witness
a lone dog on the prowl
and none may dare to
stem the tide
else face a backlash
from
forces interested in their own cause
Cause?
The merchant rues his loss
the labourer stares at the cold chulha
as money the mover
stays locked in vaults
and does none good
The household whiles time in
restless anxiety
the child stares and wonders
As the whole town
waits for a fresh sun
And under this fresh sun
The forces sit back and look at
What they’ve achieved…
…nothing…

© Sunil Rajguru

A man fires a gun—for a cause
A missile explodes—for a bigger cause
for every cause there is a bomb
for every bomb there is a cause

My cause is different from your’s
your’s different from mine
so I kill you and
you’d rather drink my blood than your wine

Scruples vanish
races exterminate. Conflicts rage
borders vanish and reappear
countries attack. men age

But mother Earth quenches her thirst
with blood as much as water
and the soil retains its fertility
with human bodies as manure

so go. Defend your cause!
kill they neighbour
mine is one cause
your’s another

© Sunil Rajguru

The birth of a life
in a mother’s womb
A dormant seed in hibernation
waiting to breathe fresh air
and see the world with its tiny eyes
growing slowly, steadily and beautifully
Blind, defenceless and unaware
Of the plot to end it life
by the very medium
whose duty it was
to suffer the labours and give birth
To protect. To feed. To kiss…
But a kiss it does receive
A mother’s kiss of death
for no reason of its own
other than being of one sex
instead of another

© Sunil Rajguru

They said it would happen
but it didn’t
They said he would come
but no
Once it seemed
now it doesn’t
If only I had done this
or that
I wish I could have
if…

Time
The Cruel Judge
Settles all cases
and leaves none pending
No appeals. No proof. No arguments
No going back
No choice
other than
accepting its cruel harsh verdict

© Sunil Rajguru