Sakhi,
Your friend that poet
the one who's eccentric
and egocentric
is now in search of Krishna
that elusive riddle
wrapped in a mystery
forever inside an enigma
that master weaver
of romantic illusions
he who playfully beckons
teases with soothing smiles
and haunting flute notes...

Sakhi is this man friend
of yours hallucinating?

Maybe it's the wine
or maybe it's his perpetual quest
for an endless love so pure
or to discover the futility of love
or maybe it's the genius of a soul
that seeks to seek the truth
behind all the hidden logics
in every philosophy's obscure truths.

Whatever Sakhi he's so obsessed
if you give him more wine today
either he'll undress to find Krishna
or dress up as Krishna himself
with a peacock feather crown
and a peacock feathered smile
to whom all the gopikas will flock.

* A tribute to Ampat Koshy

Land of Lost Souls

I knocked and was kept waiting
in the darkness, shivering.
I did not know where else to go,
only that void behind.

I kept on knocking and knocking
till someone came, a stranger
with a soothing presence
who asked for my passport and visa.

Visa? I asked mildly surprised.
But I thought you gave visas on arrival!

He sighed that stranger, gave a deep sad look
and almost whispered, it's true,
but you are on the reject list.

Back in that planet, you were greedy, selfish, cruel,
adulterous and egoistic - businessman, politician, poet,
you had everything you desired - wealth, fame and power!

But you were ruthless, power-crazy, corrupt, manipulative,
self-centered - despite all the warnings, you cared not!

What do I do now, I asked, can I go back to redeem myself?
He shrugged! It's a one-way ticket. I'm sorry!

Go next door and knock on the gates of hell.
You belong there in that land of lost souls!

Published in the anthology
'A Poet's View of Being'
by Brian Wrixon Books, Canada (2012)