A Strange Preparation

In this world of mine
Everyday
When
I get up
In the morning
I see that
All the people around me
Are busy
In a strange preparation
To
Create as much noise as possible
So as to
Fill the emptiness of their minds
And to
Get rid of
Loneliness.

But alas!
I do not know why
By evening
As the sun sets
The loneliness becomes overwhelming
And minds get drained.

And then
When I get up the next morning
I again find
That everyone
Is preparing
To fight again.



November 23, 1993

Loss

Some went away
Some turned adversaries
And some played strangers
Keeping silent.

I just do not know what I did
That I lost all !


September 24, 1993