The tale of a tiny, black box

When it is restlessly rapping

at the fragile walls,

I raise the lid cautiously

when no one is watching

to give my soul a peep

dancing feverishly inside

and we grin at each other

before I snap it shut

and bury it back into my

back pocket which then

bulges out,and needs to

be hastily smoothed

or I shall find myself drawn

into a scratching fit among

civilized gatherings and

invite suspicion over carrying

my soul in so reckless a

manner.

Even at night,I slide the

box under my pillow before

I close my eyes and only then

does my soul assume its

infamous formlessness

to seep out of its seclusion

and pour into my brain,

enacting the deepest of

my desires and fears-

That is the sole

mischief I allow my soul

otherwise locked up in

a tiny,black box for

all day long.

My First Class was Economy

Clouds dodging past

an eagle with quivering wings

Sigh ,look away,rue-

A childhood of bird gazing later

does a wish become a whisper-

Wish I'd fly like a bird

Fortune fished me a seat by

the window to real freedom

Body strapped to the chair

Legs revolting within an inch

Gaze limited to TV screen

Voice held down to feeble

murmur,visit to the toilet

an elaborate ritual

Lipstick dabbed lips of

attendants smiling

curt,scheduled smiles.

You take to the promising

skies to land yourself

in a packed ,pressurised prison

hissing through the heavens.

To the Independence of Thought

The astrophysicist is asked:

why it is SETI-

I for Intelligence

and not SETL-

L for Life

I without L?

I liberated?

Thought without the thinker!!

Thought breaks out

of the prison of the mind,

Thought callously crucified

onto the pages of books

is now resurrected

UNLEASHED

When the war is over

and everyone vanquished

the weapon would be the winner

and the weapon was Thought

and maybe ,just maybe

the innocuously erudite astrophysicist

was the greatest subvert of all time.