A humanist, a pacifist,
A democrat, a vagabond
Walking over the ways of life
And the wide world.
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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,…
Your smiles, I could not, could not portray,
I would have,Had I artistic excellence in meI could have.Had I been a photographer,Would have,Would have snapped the photos,But no photographer am I,Nor am I with the camera.Your smiles cutting deep and deep into,Your smiles sweet and cutting,The lines figuring upon as impressionsAnd vanishing,May be it I shall not be able to snap again such…
Is this the India,
WhereRape victimsAre left,Left to dieOn the roadsMiserably,DumpedAs poor destitute,Is this The India,The IndiaWhereRape victimsAre left to dieIn harness?
Is a travel dairy, a tour diary
Telling about the people and places,Party, politics and power equations,To Nicaragua in the midst of the SandinistasAnd the Contras backed by the two blocks,A travelogue on Nicaragua.
The building falling,
Many jumping to deathAnd they trying to makeThe plane crash over,Dark clouds of smoke and dustSwirling around amidstHullabaloo and pandemoniumAnd stampede.How had it been their furyAnd vengeanceThat they hijacking planes,Making them crash overThe world Trade Centre,How their hatred and vengeance,How their misanthropy,How their thought and idea,The heinous activity!
Sadhna,
Comfort and peaceRather than sadhna?Sadhna,My last refuge,My last shelterTo seek refuge in.