मुकेश व्यास की कविताएं

Summary

The text reflects on the relentless and indifferent flow of time, which carries everything along at varying speeds, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. It compares human struggle to a boat battling waves, uncertain of where the next gust or current will lead. Time is described as cruel, effortlessly consuming all things, both desired and undesired. The sun rises and sets with full force, following its own tradition, yet people continue to draw lines between light and darkness. Words emerge like blood-seeds, multiplying inside and outside, while the speaker, with closed mouth, open ears, and shut eyes, tries to preserve their own existence. These stubborn words leave no corner of consciousness untouched, and the speaker waits for dawn like a bee trapped inside a closed lotus. The poetry of Mukesh Vyagrah reflects on narrow beliefs, crumbling faiths, and slippery ideals that have become a bundle of contradictions. The bundle no longer needs to be untied; it bursts open on its own, occasionally leaking its contents. People prepare themselves for meaningful commentary but remain trapped within their own circles, fighting imaginary enemies. They claim to retrieve things from the depths of the underworld yet fail to recognize themselves. Tools become blunt, and without knowing why, people turn into tools themselves. They constantly explain things to others but avoid understanding themselves. What existed yesterday is gone today, and what will remain tomorrow is unknown. People draw lines on solid ground, sand, and water, repeating their actions daily.