How to take to?
Is it the creative urge
Of man
To express with poise and style?
Is it in the style
Of an artist,
The artist as a man and a dreamer?
Art,
Art is in the art of the artist,
Subjective and impressionistic.
Art,
The imaginative faculty,
The creative skill.
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Once upon a time the cinema halls used to be with full shows,
The matinee show, the evening show and the night showAnd when the hall used to be packedAs for the new picture,The morning show too used to beAnd the operator used to focus from the upstairsOr from the slanting topAnd the visitors used to throw coinsOn the dances,The loafers, labourers or daily visitorsNear the curtain whistling…
Nagarjuna,
Down to the earth,Full of earthly realities,Mirth and gaiety,Search for values,Myth and mysticism,Religion and philosophySeconded with Marxism,Beautifully fused withPractical wisdomLearnt through experienceAnd travelling!
They are coming to vote, cast their votes for
But I think,What have theyAfter casting votes,Using franchise,Giving a mandate?On seeing a conglomerate massOf the half-clothed and the half-fed,Poor and living somehow,I feel it within,What have weFor those struggling masses?Today India is free,We are not under any foreign yoke,We can speak freely,Express as we like,But why is this poverty,Why has it not developed?They are coming…
Did your morality allow you to leave
Doing the ground work,Give a matchTo the sparkAs for Indira’s autocracy and iron will,But to push the nationInto the flames of the civil war,Burning in and outOn brink of the division of societyBetween the backwards and forwards,The reservationists andd anti-reservationistsFighting pitched battles,was it,Was it good for the nation, Jayprakash,Say you?You turned the godfather, the pioneer…
Under the starlit skies
And smilingAs if one under addiction.Love under the stralit skies,Love I, love you,Say, do you love me?Yes, I love you,I want to her from you.And she too smiling perhapsAs can guess aboutAnd prohibiting me from to be a mad loverWith a word of caution,Do not love me so much,Don’t be so much mad,Madly under love!Love…
A northeastern state
DreadedAnd tribal vehementlyTaking to far fringeLooking beyond toWith Kewhira, KohimaAs capital,Kohima War Cemetery,Dimapur, Zunheboto,Wokha, Tuensang,Peren, Chumukedima.NagalandThe land of the Nagas,Tribal, aboriginal peoplesDivided by sect, costume and speech,Scattered over the hilly terrains,Green and wild.A hilly state of the tribesAngami, Ao, Chakhesang, Chang, Kachari,Khiamniungan, Konyak, Kuki, Lotha, Phom,Pochury, Rengma, Sangtam, Suni, Yimchunger,Zeme-Liangmai,Distinct in dress, habit, custom and…
Spark.
True feeling
Artistic work
Dignity,
Redemption,
Salvation.
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You are a Mystery to me,
I feel you at night,But in the darkness,I cannot see your face.You are a Mystery to me,A Mystery, I want to know,But it hurts to try to find my way,And I suffer as I go.In the secret Abyss of all lives,So much is never known,But the mystery of love remains,The greatest one, Unknown!Yet your Mystery,…
Like the flame
Whose drip, drip,Fades life awayLike the mountainHigh to handleJust Because itsMade that way,Like the silent love,No scandal,That you dare notEver say,That’s what lovingYou, is like,Unattainable,As love slowly diesFrom inattention,The same way.
What calms the pain within?
But in this World,Such lies are hurled,That Truth seems like a Sin.
We must share good thoughts
That contribute naught,If goodness is to ruleOne day,Hoping that someday,Not far away,We will find the wayTo fill our heartsWith love and not with hateAs we take each other by the handIn faith, that love will makeLiving on this EarthOf blessed beauty and so grandAn experience not to fear,But for all blessed and great,For we have…
And then,
All bandaged upAfter being beatenDay in and day out,Savagely, RelentlesslyBy words of mouthIn timeless boutsBy irresponsibleDespicable, BrutesUncivilized beings,ManipulatingOur yesterday’sOur presents,Our tomorrows,Stealing hope,Stealing livesSeeding doubtCultivating lies,It has to STOP!
When I feel sad and lonely,
Or read a heartfelt poem,Then, thank dear God, for them