Let us Blend

Let us blend like water and milk.
Where there is no choice
To be neither of each
And milk would take the niche,
Which of us should be water or milk?

“Water or milk is the question,
Should I be water or milk?”
Water, losing its colour,
In milk it hid.
Milk, trusting its hue,
Stamping out water’s existence
Flaunted its repute;
Yet, to water it owed its plenitude.

“Water or milk is the question,
Should you be water or milk?”
If blending is for oneness
To be the other ceding the self,
Milk will I be
Water, would you be?

 

Floating On Top

The drop of oil,
So dainty, so little,
So much water, all below it,
The little oil saw this,
And went mad with power!
So little, but so powerful,
On top of all that water!

But you, my star
don’t believe what they tell you,
Forget the water and the oil,
Listen to yourself,
When you learn to see the power
to float, that you have inside of you,
You will float where the water won’t ever reach,
And you won’t need any water to float

 

Who will bury you?

Who will bury you,
charitable killer,
indiscriminate murderer,
mortician and undertaker,
who will bury you
when it is your time to die?
How will your death be complete
when you haven’t left anyone
who can bury you?