Aur naa hota mein ek kavi,
Meri dadhi meri kavita,
Meri kavita kaa shrota.
Mr.Bearded and his poems,
If had I not been bearded
Would not have been a poet,
My beards my poems,
The source of my poems.
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Drama and political strategy,Debate and discussion,Protest poetry, drama and criticism,Economy, culture and tradition,Drawing of cartoons and graffiti,Postering with bills and agendaAs shown on billboards and cardboardsWe all liked it,Admired and appreciated itBut patriarchal, communal, fanatical thingsDisturbed the street theatreGetting mired into controversiesWhich they could not handle itAnd it too did not go well withAs they…
He is a daruman,
Takes not, but sells too,A man by the bottle, for the bottle, of the bottle,Telling of daru life,Life in daru,Daru in life,No life without daru,Daru piyo aur naach karo.
Even after doing my M.A. in English with Tragedy
In Political ScienceWith International Laws and Relations,In HistoryWith Modern IndiaAnd my Ph.D. on D.H.Lawrence,I am not even an external examiner for the Ph.D.Whereas many simple terahcers of the universityTurning up as for the viva-voce exams.
Mungerilal
Wanting to be a heroSearching black gold and black money,Where does it lie inHidden,Earthed?
Mother Tara
Just the tongueAnd the glittering eyes visible,Just like a fresco.The tongue made of silver,The eyes metallicAnd set into the fresco.
Dark is dark,
Dark is beautiful,Lovely and beautiful.Dark is dark, let it beAs we cannot unravel it,What it is dark, will beAs haven’t you heard it, dark is beautiful?