A Strange Climate

A dawn of autumn, the cloud rests outside the balcony
A morning of Spring, the air fresh and cooling
A noon as in summer, prickly that trigger a migraine
An evening as chilly a winter, I cannot even take a bath

O Bengaluru, what kind of weather, is this that you are blessed with
The denizens bodies confused, we all are falling ill
O Bengaluru, O Garden City
Come to terms now O Dear, stick to one or other
Something that we can live with!

Thank God, there are no Gods!

Thank God, there are no Gods
Thank God, there is no magic
For this world works on balance
And balance it has to maintain

Why do you think, a child fears dark
Why he instinctively, fears the Rakshas
For the Rakshas existed once, on this very Earth
Along with the Gods, whom we were modeled on

These Gods had to vanish, for the Demons also too
There is no way one could exist, without the other existing too
So Thank God we are alone, we are on our own
Thank God we don't witness, Good and Evil battle outside too!

A childlike curiosity

What is that seed, that lives within me
When will the soul enter, and which seed would it choose
Who created such potential, in an already miraculous universe
Who made me special, and its mother, the  deity of the child

If I am this Self, and am in each of them
Why am I reborn, where from I come within
Where was I before, and why I chose my mother and father
Who made him special, and my mother, the deity of this child