A rain drop clung to the eaves,
me to the edge of my world;
thanks to the hug of love and life
that kept me up.
My musical eve is alive.
I was raining all my life
drop by drop, shower by shower,
tenor by tenor;
lovable is the life: the liquid track.
Beautiful is the rosary of my times,
the garland of roses with thorns;
lovely and wearable, though.
Let the life’s sour be dropped off
the last drops of wine cherishable.
I am a song stuck to the ceiling;
the sublime blend of life’s music,
the nectar notes of nascent Nature,
the melody of this beautiful world
keep my wings afloat.
the sinking tones too are enchanting
the hanging moments yet amusing.
:Dialogues and Dialectics:
He hurled his inquisitive agates
at the faces on the streets.
Scores of questions – endless,
answers – Elgin Marbles – philosopher’s;
Athens offered him Hemlock,
aftermath – the unborn Dialogues – Platonic.
Thesis, Antithesis, Synthesis:
road to Dialectics.
Thinking, fighting and rethinking!
The dialogues, dialectics,
manifestos and all isms
are but the offshoots of logical deductions;
logic kindled the physical, mental
and Platonic worlds,
logic swirled the spiritual spheres.
The cerebral pines
of two semantic hemispheres
– the East and the West –
grew sky high,
their greenish clouds bridged the ancient globe
at the pinnacle where both the worlds met