The New Year around the corner
And my thoughts rally aimlessly
Seeking a sanity lost in humanity
59 years of sifting through a life
In seeking a reason to continue
The lone walk in search of truth
where there’s none – as all claim
Or is it relative – truth to oneself
Love is truth? Free hippie love?
Or dirge of political correctness
A corporate market driven truth.
Art, a many layered compassion
for truth in all forms, my tool be.
To unravel truth in semblances
the fluidity of a mix and match
of brush strokes, colour, shade.
Raga, swaras, gamakas and tala
Nritta, abhinaya, jati and krithi
Lilt of lyric, music of intonation
A feel of reason, clarity of vision
Such in art’s splendour to settle
Immersed in bliss this poet poor
For the coming year and decade.
Happy New Year 2018, friends, readers. All my blessings for you.