The giving

The world

An endless garden

With pouring silver golden gifts

From morning to morning

Without reason

A constant thanksgiving

For every sentient being

Thanks for coming again and again

In winter and in rain

In autumn and in summer

In most anywhere, everywhere

We are singing this song

In behalf of the garden

It's the giving all the way, all along

Without expectations and without any reason.

Calling your name

You didn't come back

My sky, dark-circled with winds

In the midst of smoky clouds

I am calling you

The sound is losing its sharpness

In the middle of the thunders

I hear them

Are these your footsteps?

Sounds appear as mountains

Where’d I go from this time and place!

I wish my sky could run into you,

From where you walked away

And never came back

What’d I do in this deserted moment and space?

Except to call your name

The deep sleep

To war has gone deep

Inside the world’s sub-conscious

Like the hand that reaches

Towards the pack of cigarettes

Or the leg that controls the speed

Of a plying car

Or the ship that understands and avoids

The frozen disaster

Weapons of destruction

Poverty that’s on the run

Famines and droughts

Throughout the globe, up and about

Are the invisible white magnet

That attracts, automates intellect

Through some compulsive instruction

To break away from these wired

Orchestrated truths

The path will have to be the same

The car has to follow the same track

The ship has to overcome the attraction

Through the same consciousness

That wakes us up from the sleep

Games die hard

One die

Calculation of numbers

In trained memories

Focus trapped in the crafted stage

Concentration to win

Stress on the game board

Players don’t want to be losers

Unintelligent fools

The die, with care, on the loose

Here everything is fair

For winners are dudes

Duds, of no use

Are there any distractions

That could question the engagement

Of this killing entertainment

For the world, a round board

Is dying in the golden hands

Of its clever inhabitants

The adulterous moon

The moon shivers

On the river

Smiles kindly at the worshippers

And showers light on their enemies

Earthquake felt afar

On the horizon that

fluttered like a caged bird

it’s a moonlighting night

but can the star

be questioned

for its inconsistency

the trembling river was trying

to digest flesh

in the unfaithful spring

full of flowers and birds

with twigs and herbs

every other creature

was in deep sleep

to let the shame pass

when the moon with leisure

betrayed its followers

In search of internal innovation

Pink moon of another night,

wants to bring newness in the boring sky

but the blue horror in an airy mess

summons the sun.

If there’s no new death,

no new birth

say the skinny pages

no deluding the blackjacks

the real authors of those leaves

light with dryness

they fly in search of oil and artwork

to give the moony white back

into the nocturnal star

they look like starving assassins

the spelling carries two asses with sins

two enemies intoxicated like twins

a drunken stupor

the sun stares, then smiles

in its usual color.

In the presence of all

these meaningful people

you are absent, inert

sitting like the unused gland

maybe they’d have got

what they wanted

like peace, for instance

or prosperity, for a change .

But no, they want others below them

more than their upping

a flock scared to change color

on and off the stage.

On the ground

some boys play holy

with the bowwow mongrels

they’re busy licking.

You touched, I healed

You called

I suddenly popped up from the clouds

Clots from my mind cleared

I had bruises all over my self

Nothing, that nothing matters

Right and wrong change sides

Everything clears on its own

Like the stars up there

Shining day and night

You smiled

I could see your form

That reflected in the still pristine water

Doubts shivered for a second

You danced even then

Still again

Your smile showed clearly

In between you and not you

There are words

Nothing else matters, nothing does

I could see me tearing open

The curtain of clouds

In between us

There are these lifeless words

Licensed to depict anything as any other thing

I cleared the invented words

Beyond them you stand

Beneath them you dance

Beside them you smile

In the blank you call

In lightness

You touched

I healed

Far, far away

Far away

I heard humanity crack

Bombs bloomed

Sense swooned

Enemies were done

People on the run

Winners groomed losers doomed

Under the indulgent sun

On the same track

Far away

I heard humanity crack

Mouths starving

Crops growing

Ribs and bones showing

Paddy fields yielding

In the air there was fun

Under the same indulgent sun

On the same track

Far away

I heard humanity crack

Moaners moaning

Leaders grinning

Candles burning

Guns and weapons shouting

The whole nation in unison

Under the same indulgent sun

On the same track

Far, far away

There is no other way

The mind cannot escape

From fighting in the gape

Of crushing, smashing

Defeating, losing, snatching

Same song singing

No display of the play unsung

Under the same enlightened sun

Not into the mainstream of things

When the world outside, on the ground

Functions the other way around,

When it is in complete mayhem

You curl back inside and write a poem.

When words spoken

Do not come out in action in the open,

Then in utter disgust and shame

You withdraw and write a poem.

When weapons are bought and sold

To display that you are brave and bold,

The stage would play this ugly killing game,

Your hands on the desk, you write a poem.

The world would never cease to fight

A self-defeating zeal in its entire plight

When nuclear wars shouts Intelligence

Writing poems would never make sense.

But for some ears and eyes

Some severed limbs and hands

The lines could indeed stand

The brutal display of lies!

Bombs and betrayals would continue to kill

While poems safe and sound would never cease to heal.

I want to live in a world

I want to live in a world where

We have the liberty to eat

Vegetables or meat,

Where hospitals are not unfair

To turn healthy persons into patients,

Where lands are not snatched

And government’s main governance

Doesn’t restrict towards collecting tax.

I want to live in a world where

Countries engage

In global parity of wealth and welfare

Not market weapons to flaunt self-defeating strength,

Where leaders fight for growth and peace

Than avenging themselves for trivial that and this,

Where concern and care for people go to any length.

I want to live in a world where

Winning remains in the spirit,

But competition doesn’t become a thoroughfare

For crime, injustice and deceit,

Where weapons of every kind, soft and hard

Are bid farewell for good,

Where peace can be seen and heard

In every single neighbourhood.