The pen-work was done one day as I sat listening to the Bhagavat Gita class. And as the teacher recited:

 “vasansi jirn-nani yatha vihaay
navani grihnati naro-parani
tatha sharirani vihaya jirnany-
anyani sanyati navani dehi” (Bhagwat Gita: Chapter II verse 22)

"Sri Krishna says to Arjuna: As a person discarding worn-out clothes, puts on new garments, likewise the embodied soul, casting off worn-out bodies,enters into other bodies which are new."

trapped in the chaos.  

of the modern day,

amidst the glamour and glitz,

giving us goals

unachievable,

where beauty

is just a show,

and birds,

just a showpiece

where snares and delusions

pave our way,

with so much of wrong

happening around,

only to feed

the interests of the media

and to spice up

your morning chai

with those big headlines

printed in black and white

sneaking through

even bigger

advertisements

with pretty faces

implanting plastic dreams

camouflaged

in the city lights,

thrives the darkness.

The mind's the toughest prison

Break Free!

This fire

Feeds on

A heap

Of shattered dreams

A tender hope

Flickers from

The smoldering ashes

The Phoenix

Is anything

But a myth

Call me

Dried up

Fading away

Messed up

Fallen off

Anything

But made up