From The Bard's Pen

What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how
infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and
admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like
a god! the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals—and yet,
to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me—
nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.

- Hamlet

Tuesday, March 3, 2015


Krishna said
“They who stand before you
In the battlefield
Are not your blood relations..
They’re your enemies!”

My enemies!!
The hands that held mine
And steadied my tottering lil feet

The palms that
Caressed my head
In blessings
Before an exam..

The lips that chanted prayers
For me
Day and night..

The One whose last words
Were laced with concern
Not for his children
But me..

My Enemy??

The scythe falls down.

The blood that reddens
The earth

Is mine… my own.