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Friday, August 7, 2015
Thursday, August 6, 2015
There were these people
There were these
people
In the marketplace, malls, multiplex
Sitting, chatting,
binging, boozing, talking about sex
Some bitching about
their mothers-in-law, bosses
The arena was filled
with fun, chatter, and blabber
Adorned with smirks,
grins, groans, laughter...
Dancing with the
chirps, in the actions and the art
I was there in every
mouth, in every heart
In every sense, in
every nerve and vein
I watched deceit,
generosity,
Friendship, glamour,
fraternity,
In the busyness,
laziness of the place
If there were conceits and fights,
too there was warmth and grace.
Boom!
In a minute everything
changed
In all the organs and
feelings, where I dwelt
A strange bright
colour flowing from them, amazed
All dreams, poems are
suddenly put to rest.
If I reside in this abrupt blue,
I dwell in the boom
too!
Let me watch now, how
this is dealt
Angry, horrified brains
are now sitting, discussing
How to commit a crime
like the actors
To show them how
creative intellects are
I tried to whisper in them,
in vain
That’s a hurricane
with a different name
Your angers won’t dump the storm dear women and men.
My people, my world shuns the criminals, not the crime
Both immortal become, through
the passage of time
Killing the act has no
place in the room
Actors on the ground survive
through the boom.
I am watching this without
guilt or shame
How tomorrows present this
move on game
There were these
people...
Wednesday, August 5, 2015
Hats off
Hats off to humankind
Intelligent and powerful,
if you please
Invented conflict into
the world
But is yet to discover
peace
Civilisations replete
with wealth, wherewithal
Flawless, thronged
with luscious charms
Crops here stack,
blight and crawl,
Treasured weapons fly,
empower tense arms
Friendship bounces
back, on every Samaritan’s walls
Enamour the ears and
the eyes
Delightful and
pleasing aesthetics
Entertainment and condolence
here lie
In selective, deaf and
dumb gimmicks
Poverty of a kind,
forever feeds the rich
Pockets overflow with slaphappy
contests
Who has it the most,
who is the best
Colourful thinking
hats subdue fresh efforts futile
Hysteric people gunned
their own simple smile
Blindness is the
vision, armistice; put anew to rest
Cheers to growth and
development
Networks, sky-ways,
and freeways concur to connect
Yet hearts off and on,
chime a harrowing piece
For the paths appear
to be strong, but unstable and weak
History meets in
time, as the ignored witness meek
Hats off to humankind
Intelligent and
powerful, if you please
Invented conflict into
the world
But is yet to discover
peace
Sunday, August 2, 2015
Reminder
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Inside the box, a pathway
a dream
lies
hands that wrote and
sang
myriad stories
from the waves on the
sands
from the flowers to
the brooks
eyes looked for colours
scarlet and gray united as one
beyond black and white reality
ears heard the tune
from a distant land
an aria that thrilled
the heart
waiting to be devoured
in time.
It once looked for
mangoes in October
coloured the dove, caressed
by the few
hummed a tune that
sounded like the dew
the bird tried to
flutter its wings
inspirited song did the heart sing
reveries from within, requiems died
now in deep slumber,
a silent world inside.
In this silence
freshly deceased dream
gleaming in flame-like
waves
with flower-like warmth,
essence
through the
dispossessed organs
a keepsake
exuding through a
stream
in quiet footstepsFriday, July 31, 2015
Unmoved
Sedentary sun
has made the moon
to take a round
not from his ribs or
bones
flesh or blood
words insensate on the
numinous pages
but from his ardor to watch
day and night
with the luminous stars
the world is in the
dark
searching for lightMonday, July 27, 2015
Reflections of the world
Time waits inside the
minds
Of surprise-less
spectators
What they’re going to
see is seen
Thousands of times
before
Curtain raises,
theatre begins.
Obstinate insanity
Irritation without
provocation
Pelting heart-shaped
stones here and there to hurt
Incoherent cruel words
pop from the brain
Masked in kindness on
the dais
Notorious show of
power, violence
These are reflections
of the world.
It is inflicted with
ulcer
Doesn’t want to visit
a doctor
Recognizes the disease
as remedy
Wants to keep the
other wanting
For more
With names of
disarmament,
Sensitizes people
starving for food
On global warming
To safeguard the endangered
environment
Where sentient beings are
never its part
Teachers have failed in their breaths
Gallons of wealth bleeding out
Gallons of wealth bleeding out
To mobilise arms,
weapons instead of crops.
Stop! Stop, stop...
lame words beat the eardrums non-stop
But congealed organs
are fixed at one point
Incapable to learn and
cure
The power to live in
peace freezes inside
Smiling with unease to
meet death
There’s no bewilderment,
no awe, no astonishment
Teachers, doctors have
left the premises long ago
They lost their roles
in the hands of eccentric deliberations
Living in false
admiration to build and heal
They see like us,
without any shout, appeal.
Mirrors have broken in
the dressing room
Stage refusing to
support, but willy-nilly performs its role
With popcorn words
For the spectators and
the actors
Lunacy is ecstasy
Powerless performers die
in the hands of audiences
They mimic our
thoughts
Conflict is the reason
to live
Peace the reason to
die
These are the
reflections of the world.
Unwilling curtain
drops
Time waits in the
minds of surprise-less audience
For the next episode,
for the next generation
With unmistakable
prediction of the same bitterness
Until the fire burns
the uneasy organs
Reflects light through
its own reflection
Cries, howls, destroys
the thoughts dead and blind
Caressing with warmth those
ignorant minds
Ignites them to life,
burns those insecure weapons
Pounding heavy in the
hearts
Commands the curtain to drop
The useless histrionics
To stop! Stop, stop.Sunday, July 26, 2015
Written world
When the popper sings and begs
When the monger calls
and sells
When the bombs blast
to kill
When the flowers bloom
to heal
When with differences
countries fight
On horizon-stages that
unite
In the presence or
absence
Of the sun and the
moon
As a curse or as a
boon
With my folly and my
sense
In dullness or delight
I write.
In everything I feel,
see or hear
I find my poems hidden
or clear
My words beyond
successes failures
They come from the
mind gushing through the nerves
Seldom would they be in
the wrong or in the right
They’d just write.
I have volumes of
leaves
In those branches of
trees
They don’t have names
are hanging to fall
Come back they’d again
and rise without a call
Observant with acceptance,
always feather light
They’d simply write.
Yet there’s one hope
in the words!
That drizzles on the
page!
That peace rains in my
world!
Released, from the cloudy
cage
Sometimes words rhyme,
sometimes they don’t
At times they’re read
at times left alone
Like the flower in a
corner noticed or unheard
I rewrite like I breathe
in my wonderful world.For the News
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For the News, we’re
all waiting
To hear instead of
bad, something good
Our ears deafened with
cruelty and snatching
Our eyes blinded by
the rude.
Horrors of wars,
divides and differences
Bleed through the
channels and the holes
Our mind awaits peace
and Intelligence
For the news to break
and energise our souls
Terrors of all kinds
are out on the street
To kill, slay, butcher
and slaughter
In the flesh and blood
our hearts beat
For the news of love, bliss
and laughter
Every day we open those
pages and boxes
They bark and bite
through the space
Our organs are
fatigued with the losses
For the news of truth,
we all yearn to surface
In every corner of the
world, from mountain tops and seas
In every work we do, for our loving families
Let’s tune in all our
hearts in every song we could
For the news we’d love
to get, that wars have gone for good
Someday not so far
away, let us pray my friends
A distinct picture
would appear through the hues
That false colour of
hatred and war ends
That happiness
prevails; we’d sit up and stay for the News.
Thursday, July 23, 2015
Here’s to losers
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| Here's to losers |
Everywhere we exist
Yet you’ve written
nothing about us
How unfair it is, isn’t it
By now, you should
have written our omnibus
Hum to losers hai bhaiya
N manzil n chandi n
rupaiya
Everywhere we fail and
we lose
In everything we do or
we choose
Minding the Ps and Qs
we could never cope
Yet we are undaunted,
we never stop to hope
Hum to losers hai bhaiya
N manzil n chandi n
rupaiya
Some lose out on their age
yet they don’t sulk and sigh
Some lose their loves,
their possession and work
Yet the spirit is
always up and high
From their duties they
never run and shirk
Hum to losers hai bhaiya
N manzil n chandi n
rupaiya
The world writes for
winning and winners
No one pens for the
won
Losing in the game we
are the givers
Of their wealth, worth
and position
Hum to losers hai bhaiya
N manzil n chandi n
rupaiya
Write about us O
writer
Give us some space in
your book
We are also the
winners
How could you us overlook
Hum to losers hai bhaiya
N
manzil n chandi n rupaiya
We lose
in every moment of the day
Yet we
are full of hope, with endless fun
Include us
in the books if you may
We are
replete with stories unsung
Hum to losers hai bhaiya
N manzil n chandi n rupaiya
Note: The refrain in the poem has a pedestrian style and is a mix of Hindi (Indian language) and English. It means we are losers o brothers, no goals, no silver/coins, no money.
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
The night that slept well
After a series of terror, tremor
There was a hiatus
Peaceful, deep was her sleep
Now
The first streak of light
There was a hiatus
Peaceful, deep was her sleep
Now
The first streak of light
Soft world takes a
shower
Colors haven’t met
yet
Unabated encouragement
and push
Pouring in
From the chirps, from
the breeze and the brooks
From the mountains and
forests
From cities with
high-rises
From sound and silence
An ease that seemed so strange even a day ago
There’s plenty of life to be born today
There’s plenty of life to be born today
Everywhere, within,
without
There’s no death, no
loss
Nothing is far, from
anywhere
Close, well-knit,
comfortable
Like the night that
slept well yesterday
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