I laugh; I cannot do otherwise!

I see people running fast
Everywhere I see a terrible haste
Running to where no one knows
Laughing at everyone who does not run
They have to get something important done
And they think that all that they do
Is something unique and completely new!

They think
That they are making a difference
That their existence is really important
That what they achieve will remain forever
That death is not something that can be own
That as long as one lives one must go on
Go on doing what is very important
Important to humankind
Important to society
Important to culture
Important to planet
Important to universe
But important in what way no one knows!

They believe
That one who doesn’t run is an escapist
That one who doesn’t do what is important
Is a coward and is lazy
Is a traitor and is foolish
Doesn’t understand the importance!

But I see
That they were not and they will be not
There have been many like them who are not
And so,
I laugh back at them
I cannot do otherwise!

--Rishiraj

VOYAGE (My tribute to Paul Michael)

Don’t know where to look for you

Don’t know which number to call

Don’t know where you have gone

I don’t know about you anything at all

My conversations lost in the wind

My sighs get wasted in this desert

When I see you it’s a shimmering mirage

The whole existence seems inert

My letters for you are never answered

You never respond when I call your name

I wonder what has caused this change

I do not know now whom to blame

I understand that it is death...

But what is death I don’t understand

Is death the end of life?

Or life is the beginning of this end?

The only thing that gives me peace

Is that I am to join you soon

If it is a chance to see you again

I believe death to be a boon

In the ocean of the unknown we are lost

With only fragments that seem familiar

We don’t know what's exactly the case

And that is the sole reason of fear

You inspire me to tread this path

To go on whatever it might be

You make me believe that each moment

Is a voyage on an uncharted sea.

--Rishiraj for Paul Michael

The eleventh hour

Ya casi llegamos…

Ya casi llegamos al fin.

El fin de toda la historia…

El fin de los placeres

Y de la miseria…

De los amores…

Y de la gloria…

De la tortura…

Y de la euforia…

Todo se acaba, en absoluto.

Las bellezas y las fealdades…

El esfuerzo de siglos en un momento…

Y la razón es un estúpido.

Ese estúpido que va pasando…

Que solo vive en momento actual…

El dichoso filósofo que no ve el futuro.

Sin embargo, ve la riqueza mundana.

Y no solo la ve, también la añora.

El que se la pasa violando a la madre…

La madre que es la tierra en persona.

Ese maldito nos lleva consigo

A todos al precipicio.

--Rishiraj

Written in blood

Brain is bleeding due to fear
Bleeding eyes the reddish tear
Your hand in my red one
Own blood, nothing have done
Bleeding makes a slippery joint
Bleeding up to final point
Tongue bleeds while I do talk
Bleeding feet but still walk
Flow of blood nothing could block
Scarcity in the plasma stock
Bleeds energy I spend
Body bleeds start to end
Bleeds the being, complete and whole
Heart bleeds but less than soul

--Rishiraj

Miracles

Miracles
Question:
Miracles? Do you believe?

Answer:
I have a tradition of millions of years
A knowledge accumulated by my kind
A long history to reflect upon
A developed science to analyze
I have an intelligence unsurpassed
I have a vision so profound
I hear clearly every sound
All events I have witnessed
I possess the whole energy…
All sources I have harnessed

I am incomparable in every sense
You can’t doubt my intelligence

And with this background, dear friend
I say unto you:
I haven’t seen anything yet
That can’t be defined in my terms
There’s nothing that has made me wonder
More than a while, if ever at all!

Hence, I laugh on your question
And maintain
That Nothing is there
Nor has been
That can be called
A miracle

Response to the answer:
I don’t know much
But at times I wonder
That the tradition of millennia that you have
The knowledge accumulated throughout the epochs
The long history of your expansion
Your scientific mind and calculations
Your intelligence indeed sharp
Your profound vision, your sound precision
Might be an obstacle, might be a curtain
That doesn’t let you perceive things
That doesn’t let you be direct
That doesn’t let you take a look
Without conclusions beforehand
And veils your vision till the end

Because everything I notice here
For example Sun, for example Earth
For example death, for example birth
For example night, for example day
The way the cosmic rhythms play
All that’s far and all that’s near
The stars at night, the moon so bright
An object that even doesn’t have light
The trees around me singing in rain
Some form of life crying in pain
The whole universe that I see
And the pure subjectivity that is me

What’s all this? If not a miracle…

The galaxies running away from themselves
The countless bodies that are there
So many planets yet unknown
And only one of them that harbors life
Or at least the only one that is known
And a being laughing on my question
On whom the whole universe laughs
The beauty of life and its insignificance
The indifference of the existence
All this seems magic to me!

My questioning you, and your answer
Our perception of each other
Our history, our science
Our intelligence that knows few limits

These all seem miracles to me
Hence, Yes! I do believe in them


--Rishiraj

Strong but Dead

They say that I am strong
I would say that they are wrong
Not strong but I am dead
I don't bleed 'cause I have bled

Dry! no blood anymore
Bled constantly for eons in line
Left me lifeless in the core
Profuse and constant bleeding of mine

They just see me as a rock
Very strong and very dead
Now I don't feel any shock
Very hard from toe to head

I am like a dead planet
That once harboured life and colours
Somehow just follows its orbit
A lifeless body full of craters

--Rishiraj

CHAOS!

Such a chaos!
Life and death just overlap...
Light and darkness became one...
Absolutely one, without a gap.

All explosives going off...
A chain reaction without a chain.
Seem the same, profit and loss...
Such a chaos!

--Rishiraj