In the dark

Heaven, a special guest,
Comes stilly each night,
To visit hell.
Hell welcomes,
Willingly hosts
In the dark.

When the day breaks
The blue gets washed,
The gray disappears
They kiss each other
Good bye...
Heaven, fresh as it were,
Takes off, drawing
Its day's strength
To look down upon
The entertainer.

In between, on the earth,
An owl is watched
By an eagle,
A squirrel is playing
Somersault,
While underneath a tree
A motivational guru
Talks on the possibility
Of holistic transformation;
How it is possible to change
Inside out, upside down.
The eager students are chanting
Hymns, in praise of the sun
And the blue sky.

Hell, with its ghosts,
Remains in the dark,
Buried in hell.

High time

High time

Tonsured lands of Amazon!
Lungs of the world, severed?
What a pity! Disappearing trees
Write burning stories of boiling destiny.

Leaders! Qualified scholars,
Where will you capture the evergreen words?
Leaves, very soon, will leave the world.

Do you still have time to slaughter?
So much on the high?
Your sheepish laughter,
Cattle rearing greed will wither
In the pyre of the heat and the fire
You’ll swoon to death,
Lose your wealthy, gifted breath.

Aren’t you cutting down the branches you’re sitting on?
You morons! Alas! Alas! Alas!
Reminds us of the ignorant Kalidas*!

He then resurrected as a true erudite,
started writing enchanting poetry
it’s high time we bring the amazing Amazon back to life
by planting millions of lifesaving trees.

Note:
Kālidāsa was a Classical Sanskrit writer, widely regarded as the greatest poet and dramatist in the Sanskrit language of India. His plays and poetry are primarily based on the Vedas, the Ramayana, the Mahabharata and the Puranas. Much about his life is unknown, only what can be inferred from his poetry and plays. (Wikipedia)
The legend says that he was a nincompoop, fell off from a tree because he was cutting the branch on which he was sitting. He got a boon from the Goddess of learning, Saraswati to become a legendary writer.

Long live France

Today is the fourteenth of July
France! I wish you
A great day, I give you a high five!

Freedom, equality, fraternity
We all love this call so sincerely
It was you who introduced to us
The most precious democracy!

Long live France, long live France
Sings my heart, as I dance with glory
Thanks to you human dignity
Was given a chance.

Today is the fourteenth of July
I wish peace to prevail
In the whole world.
Let the hands of friendship stretch
Across boundaries
Let the voice of camaraderie be heard. 

Vive la France

Aujourd'hui, c'est le quatorze juillet
La France! Je te souhaite
La belle journée.

La liberté, l'égalité, la fraternité
On aime tous cet appel à la folie
C'est toi qui nous a présenté
La plus précieuse démocratie!

Vive la France, vive la France
Chante mon cœur, danse mon corps
Grâce à toi la dignité humaine
Avait de la chance.

Aujourd'hui, c'est le quatorze juillet
Je souhaite la Paix
Dans le monde entier. 

Bring back

I wonder if I belonged
To any continent,
To any bordered territory!
The answer is no
Thank goodness though
For I belong to the world.
Unlike you, you, and you
I have a bird's eye view.

If atonement is not
Your cup of tea,
Then given the chance
You'll rewrite the same story,
The crimes will repeat,
You will bring back your defeat
All at once
You'll pollute the air,
Poison the seas.

My words with its wings,
Will break down the walls,
True or false;
Will bring back the long lost
Golden garden
Right here, in a trance
Where flowers will bloom,
Paradise will fall.

My feathers off the cage,
Light and free
I neither belong
To your continent,
Nor to your country.
Reborn in your backyard
I am this Bard
That belongs to the world.

Disclaimer : in English, 'You' is also an indefinite pronoun. 

Men and women of words

Men and women of words

Eyes!
Instantly identify
A tiny black spot
From an impeccably
Clean, white shirt.

Ears!
Listen to class.
Miss the speech.

Hands!
Tired to clap.
Unwilling to hold.
Indomitable fists
Relentless, hurt, hit
Seldom fold, and fetch.

Arms!
Linked with weapons,
Unwilling to stretch.

Feet!
Eager to kick.
At other times, fleet.

Brain!
Left or right
Unfortunate guide.

Tongue!
Less said the better!

With all of these
Junk products in our factory
We run companies
In liquidated glory.

We set out to talk about peace,
We march, sometimes with candles
Sometimes with trees,
We are ashamed in books,
Not on the field.

Despite angry peace NGOs,
Well-meaning CEOs,
We do nothing to throw
The weapons from our minds
So our organs could function
In their original version.

Our junk actions come out
In disguised words,
Get willingly lost
In verbosity, in plastic sagacity,
Simplicity is discarded
As impotent
Meek, inept, redundant.

Of peace and other jargons,
We talk, we talk;
Left; left; left, right, left,
We talk, we talk, we talk,
We talk,... 

Yesterday

Yesterday I learned a word
I almost forgot
And that was
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!
Believe me I never felt so young
So charged, so animated.
I'm sure this cold storage of a place
Got back its hold, its togetherness.

Come, my dear friend
I seek your forgiveness
I was wrong, I am sorry
No worries please.
Enlighten the space
Write your charming stories
If we cannot work together
Let's leave each other at peace. 

Foreign monster

Others can never define you.
No matter how hard
They use their gray matter
They will succumb
Neither arrive, nor come.

If you want peace
You will find it,
Deep within.
Vaille que vaille...
You will be able
To kill your foreign monster. 

Relax

Relax

Don't take your
Time and space
Too seriously
Bad times...
A hiccup.
Walk past
Why'd you talk
And think about them
Why'd you
Create a storm
In the cup. 

Empty words

Empty words

How's it a global village, 

Where a country's failure

Is another's success, 

Not the whole world's shame?

Words, only words

For better or for worse, 

Playing the blind blame game.

Ganges is connected to Amazon

Like lungs is to kidney

Dubai is linked to London

Like Surat is to Sidney.

Palestine is connected to Hong Kong

Like heart is to brain

Zimbabwe is linked to Wellington

Like forests to gardens. 

The world, much like all sentient beings

Has cells, tissues, enzymes, bones, arteries and veins

You may call them villages and cities

You may regard them as rivers, oceans, seas and mountains. 

When you are dumping garbage

Onto the weaker periphery

Remember this please, 

That you maybe healing your elbows

But you're hurting your knees. 

In between your part 

Of the world and mine

Stand lonely borders; selfish, alert,

Only empty words shine. 

Empty words cannot lure

As boosters of the Game

When a country's failure

Is taken, as the whole world's shame. 

Whatever has been our past

Walls will fall, wars can never last. 

However scarlet 

The stage might have been

Peace will gain its ground

It's bound to rise and win.