ALL OUR LIVES

ALL OUR LIVES


All our lives, we have been convinced
That we are good for nothing,
Mere creepers who walk the land,
Doing nothing and caring about nothing.
We have long been stripped off
From the title of an ‘Individual’
And are now treated as low as a worm.


All our lives, we were held responsible,
For the mistakes that we never commit.
All our lives, we were put into those horrible situations
Because we believed in existentialism.


All our lives, we were laughed at,
Cursed, and became a mere laughter
For all those who didn’t care
A bit about the world.


All our lives, we have been mere servants
To the whims and wishes of the virus
That runs the system.
The system- Our body.



There’s a lot of crap in the air,
And none of it can be cleaned
Without faith –Faith- The only weapon
Against destructive programming.


I need to have my dose of faith,
Where is it, I know not!
I wish I knew, but then knowing
Itself is a wishful act!
Acting is more than just knowing,
It is Active Knowing!


Why have I grown up,
And surrendered to such prejudices?
Well, because of survivalism,
I had to survive,
To minimize the loss,
And to reduce the pain.


-Chirag Jain

Ode to the vagabond II

Unstirred by the rising sun,

Undisturbed by the setting sun,

The vagabond lives a life of fun,

Let his tasks be done or undone.

Unrested he arises from his den

Stirred up by a sudden doze of passion,

His life is run by passion, and passion

Alone, and he is, none, but a passionate man.

Unaware of how his light is spent,

The vagabond wastes no time to lament

Over his deeds, his ideals are those of the saints,

And in his mind, new ideas grow and ferment.

Unstirred, Undisturbed, Unrested and Unaware

The vagabond lives his life, deprived of care.

-Chirag

Give me passion

Where on the heaven bounty
Can passion be found?
-in or by Apollo’s county?
Could be, since wisdom is a good
Predictor of a passionate body.
My heart longs to find
Its passion and my body
Starves to feel its presence.

My life sails on the situational waters 
As slow as a boat in a dusty pond.
Give me passion and my live will tear through the waters
And get to its destination with no loss of bond.

I ask not much, but a reason
To wake up early in late nights
And to resist the temptations
Of sleeping early at night.
O! The heaven bounty
Shower upon me from your gracious county
A passion- a reason to live
And a reason or cause for which to die. 




-Chirag