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The forms of kindness
To seek solace,
The pedestrians sit under the shade of the tree
Whether it is summer or monsoon,
It does not matter
As all that matters
Is the attitude of the trees
Whom we cut down
In the name of deforestation
And modernity.
The memory of schooldays
Based on sharing pencils and tiffin
At lunch time
Shows us
The affinity between Maths and life,
How the complementary angles
Become the metaphor
Of selfishness and kindness.
Kindness –
Layers upon layers
Like onions-
It builds its structure
Inside the soul
Of children
Who stand in front of the mirror
And start
Seeing the other
As one with them.
Empathy arises
When they put their legs
Into the shoes
Not belonging
To them.
Kindness-
It is a mellowed down melody
That can only be reverberated
To ears
If we are eager to receive
Its symphony.
2
Interview
Words
Silence
Blank state
Confusion
Looking at the eyes
Avoiding eyes
Smile
Shyness
Swallowing words
Failure?
Beginning of something
End of something
Seriously failure?
Timing slots
Queue of candidates
Online/offline meetings
Meeting on the campus
Giving introduction
Elaborating skills
Drowsy eyes seem to be more alive
Than Wordsworth’s daffodils.
Biting nails
Dangling feet
Few nails only remain
To give a last mark on the coffin.
Curtain falls down
And the interviewer smirks
And leaves the interviewee
With a question-
Am I hired at all?
3
Am I using irony?
Nobody means no-one.
Nobody is a soul;
Nobody shrieks nothing
Nobody has an echo;
Nobody runs
Nobody walks in no man’s land.
No one hustles
No one sleeps
No one sings the songs in the nunneries.
No one smirks
No one paddles
Through the holes of mist,
None collects smog
None paints the sky
None opens up the mouth
But all sheds off the skins
Of their eyes-
To eye the dawn,
A new dawn.
Who is nobody?
You?
The people?
Me?
Am I using nothing
But-
Irony?
4
The Names
I am a name
Among the names.
Am I?
So many names around me
Trying to make a name
Name of themselves?
Name for themselves?
Name of oneself?
Making name for what reason?
To show I am supreme than the black hole?
To show that my name is the last name?
How long will this exhibition sustain?
An exhibition is a place of names
Where a nameless tries to find its name,
Miraculously, it finds.
But-
Alas!
A supreme one cannot.
Why?
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