Won’t go and burn in the fire of hell
instead that mortal will have to reborn again
With feet of four or no foot at all
But to my surprise in this world
The population keeps increasing
Though the crime rate is too high
Sucking off the poets’ favorite theory
Of past life, rebirth and incarnation.
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The little beautiful bird
It flies like butterflyOne place to another flutter byOver the parks and see the faces of lovers with gleeWhen it is over the slums it becomes very sorryTo see the people living without food and other accessoryIt flies over the battle fields tooAnd see how one kills another and does all sorts of crueltyIt gives…
Two houses
two housesold and dilapidatedon the hillbuilt over the dead bodiesof reason and logiclive on thoseblind loveand parasite egosfeed on the bloodand cling on the wallof one eyed ideologyone belongs to youthe other to mecome out! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !breathe in the fresh airunder the severe painyour conscienceis dyingno more pretencethrow out…
I was with Gautama Buddha
I was upon a velvety cushionAnd he on a piece of stoneEach one’s legs were crossedHeads up, spine straight rightHe was in deep meditationAnd I engrossed in writingHe wanted to be enlightenedWhereas I a small, petty poetWhat he got I do not knowBut I could not write a poemInstead I kept myself busy killingMy buttocks…
The more I rise the more I feel loneliness
I face more fatal blizzard, witnessCold shoulders, atmosphere is heavyUnbearable is the weightOf the unspoken painNo one by my sideTo take care of my wordsLayers after layersPressed together with a nailIn the chest, tightTill the time, I inhaleThe fragrance of the promiseOf your presence as North Wind
Too glad I become and in joy my heart cheers
The moment I see people throughThe little hole of the cold coffinFor me they arrangeOnce abusingNow showering praiseGathering upon the straight linesJust before my last ritualBefore that I saw my relativesWhom I never heard throwing kind wordsNow going unconsciousListening the news of my demiseFrom the lipstick coated lips of the news readerAs if they lost…
Brute power is attributed
It is sheer brainAnd he has been also assignedTo contribute to lifeAnd civilizationKeeping in mind the pledgesOf the unity of humanityAnd the tenets of humanismIn our journey of progressAt any cost they must not be brokenThe flag of brotherhoodMust be held highOtherwise we all lose the meaningOf being born as human.
Won’t go and burn in the fire of hell
instead that mortal will have to reborn again
With feet of four or no foot at all
But to my surprise in this world
The population keeps increasing
Though the crime rate is too high
Sucking off the poets’ favorite theory
Of past life, rebirth and incarnation.
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Good news is that
Just flew over our headBad news is thatUpon people twice it shitted.
Breaking sound is heard
a crow flew awaywhat lousy coincidence!the man untertreatment died
Pure and holy
Where bloodIsn’t spoiledSuckedAnd spilledVery cheaply!Beautiful and niceBrief and onceWhere lifeIsn’t rottenWastedAnd guttedWithout paying heavy price!Soft and tenderFair and careWhere loveIs not a trapA trickThe gameOf a freakOut of faith and beliefWords and deedsKnowledge and wisdomHonour and dignityWhere humanismIs not pollutedAnd strangulatedOut of sympathy!Where is the LordFull of love and mercyAnd changesHis friendsWith his own hands?
Everything seems to be meaningless
The house you build crumbles down anywayMoney and power men accumulate in handsFingers have gaps and those have wingsBoth either slip down or fly awayI search and have been searchingSince I developed inquisitive mindA thing or two comparatively of longer durabilityI went to a desert and asked the sandThe sand smiled at me and said…
I shall never believe
a lie or a gold smith tellthe truth, the thing ratherI shall believe that a liar isan excellent word-smith,though I am a great liarbut a lesser poet, what alogic! Keep secret thesecrets, do not open thebox you can not tolerate,in the name of truth peopleengaged in trade to sell thesugar coated words keepinghate in the…
If you clip my wings
But my heart will flyIf you tie my legsI shall remain close to youBut you can not win my loveIf you give me freedomFor the love of itI shall come back to you.