DETERMINISM

Writing life

In a few sentences

Seems too difficult…

The problem is that of 

Lending suitable modifiers

To its multiple faces

And proliferating names

© DEEPAK NIKUNJ 

THE BUCKET AND THE STATUS QUO

We’ve got

A noisy bucket

In our house

That looks genuinely indifferent to

Tranquility

Sometimes to one of us,

Sometimes to the walls,

The doors,

The windows,

And sometimes to itself,

It seems to be talking

All the while,

But when water falls into

Its lap

Unsettling, jolting and shaking it up 

With pace and force,

The old bucket screams  

Unstoppably 

To save our

Fragile patience and

Maintain peace at home,

I’ve tried to dump it many times,

Somewhere away from

Our small world,

But whenever I try to take it away,

It cries and cries and cries

Making it so heavy with tears

That I end up leaving it

Where it is…

(© DEEPAK NIKUNJ)

‘CINNA’- NYMY

His anonymous killers
Didn’t know whether
He wrote good verses or
Bad ones,
But the poor poet 
Bore a conspirator’s name
And just for that crime,
He had to lose his life
Falling prey to
A blind demagogic knife… 
© DEEPAK NIKUNJ

GET SET FOR THE GO

DON’TS’ will melt
And ‘DOs’ will
Blunt, 
Once you 
Get set for the hunt,
Once your weapons
Get ignited 
In the stables of
Tamed anger,
All the taunts will
Stunt,
Iron curtains will
Turn into
Innocuous ruse,
Once you glaze
Your blues
With your
Restive grunt,
Go-getters,
Go!
The twilight is
Turning bright,
Throbbing with
A gush of
Fresh hopes,
The tunnel
Impermeable thus far
Has become
Its own light…!
(© DEEPAK DARSHAK)

SUBORDINATION

A reticent stallion
With a robust backbone, 
Conversant with
The curves and cliffs of
Taxing expeditions, 
Always drew in 
The best bet …
One could opt for it 
Without too much of
Brainstorming 
And……….
Without causing 
Too many ripples or
Destabilizing Shake-ups
In the resource pool 
At one's disposal 

(© DEEPAK DARSHAK)

THE ULTIMATE CHRONICLER

Differences dilute,

Disparities converge

When death becomes

The chronicler of

Unforeseen exits

Creating its own

Hallams, Lycidases

And Cymbelines  

For our dirge

Legendary Sen!

Gorgeous Pushkar….!

Your departure

Only tells me

I may also

Become a victim of

The same

Lethal ploy

Perhaps without

An inkling of

Its modus operandi

© DEEPAK NIKUNJ

GHOST WRITER

Some ghosts

Can also write,

Sometimes

In a better way,

But their writings

Bear the names of

Those people

Who give them

Land to live on

Because

Ghosts themselves

Have no names

© DEEPAK DARSHAK 

EXPEDITION

Under the overarching wings of

Political correctness,

Faith  

Has lost its eyes

Minds,

Funded by

New tycoons of

The grand political corporate,

Have set out

To explore

Effective theological herbs

To restore its vision

 © DEEPAK NIKUNJ

HYPOSTATISATION

Causes   

Nurtured in

Dried up complaints

Lack credible sharpness

And get lost in

Translation

The world chooses

To melt for

Eyes

Loaded with tears

Because

They are visible

© DEEPAK NIKUNJ

PSITTACISM

For our catechistic awakening,

As we were told,

He would utter

Some words

And we would

Repeat

The same aloud

With a breathless

Rhythmical discipline

Gradually,

We could only remember

What he said

And what we repeated  

In the museum of

Historical learning,

We are now

Artefacts

Being showcased

To tell the world about

The uniqueness of a craft

That could turn

Wild parrots into

Human beings

© DEEPAK DARSHAK