Meine kya diya
Aur kya paya?
While wearing the rakhi
Sometimes think I,
What did I give
And what did I get from?
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Is actually a Partition story
In Pakistan,What it in IndiaAfter the PartitionWhich is but see throughThe eyes of a ZoroastrianThough not a party in betweenDirectly,But indirectly in betweenPersia and old IndiaWhich sheltered the Parsees and it all.Now the question is,Why is Pakistan even nowNot secular,Is it so now?
Three odd friends, the bootlegger, the drug-trafficker and the woman-trafficker
The bootlegger who comes with bottles ambushed in his rugged, ragged coat and pants,Looking clumsy-clumsy, uncouth-uncouth,Clumsy and uncouthBut his friends manyThe sadhakas in sadhna taking Siva’s buti, herbal intoxicantsAnd Mother Kali’s madira, Vedic sura,Deviated youths as for unemployment, bad companyOr being unmarried.The bootlegger sells he wine, country liquor and smuggles the types of itLooking blank-blank,…
Having taken wine, I kissed the bar tender
Yea, the poor and humble bar tenderWho too had been drunkAnd I too had been drunk,Both of us drunkAnd in drunkenness it happenedAs thus,But we did not mind it.I too had been drunk,She too had been drunkAnd as thus kissed we each otherIn drunkennessAs both of us under the impact of liquor,Foeign not, country liquor,Native…
Have you come to mark
The eyes of hers,Have youMilk of kindnessInto the heart of hers?She is after all a womanAnd what more to say to?
America is for the Americans,
Live as an American, do as an American,America is for Americanness.
Your philosophy of sunyata,
I am readingYour Mahayana philosophy.