power

on one side is power
everything is fair

Connection

Connection

Feelings matter, as the basis of connect

Else warm words can be cold, disconnect

Elements

Elements

Anger has no range

Yet they are anagrams, strange!

Foolhardy

Foolhardy

PowerPoint presentation has neither power nor any point

Only bullets with skill that kill the powerful mind

The immeasurable

The immeasurable

A mango, an apple; both are sweet, says the tongue

The difference cannot be written in words

Still movement

Still movement

Light comes from darkness, sound from silence

The movement is in the illusion of the organs

Origin

Origin

Coal and diamond have the same womb

Children with different looks and worth

Doha

State of work

Everyone is working, laughing, playing

Boss, not proud, but worried about the job

Voice

Whenever the energy bundle’s voice rings

It sounds like a child, always, why

Yes, you are right

God is angry, revengeful; up in his arms to see you unsuccessful

Oh! Let me drink my coffee! Please?

Success

We are successful. Wars belong to the museums now.

Borders are protected from by the neighbours.

Personal

I kiss my lady. Onlookers pelt stones.

I burn her to death. Onlookers smell a personal choice.

Doha [normally in Hindi and Urdu], is a couplet with 24 instants (Matras) [13+11]. The rules for distinguishing light and heavy syllables are different in Sanskrit; In the Doha [English] I am trying to write, more than the rules, the message is important; couplet form is the only rule followed here. This is because, I am not a man of strict rules, I like rules when they function as banks of a river to mobilise its flow, nothing more and nothing less. Anybody can come and join in the river of Doha!

Doha on mind

Mind has to die for the soul to emerge

Mind is the part that first needs to purge

Soul only is the search that mind has to find

So lonely is the track in silence has to mind

Doha from an outcast

I love terrorists and I bless them with all my heart

Want to kiss them on their hands, in their minds with all my art …

Kindness to ugliness, a doha

Let me drink a little ugliness

While beauty sleeps in the glass of her partner poetess