Just it is a matter of digits,
Go on pressing the keyboard,
Clicking with the mouse.
Everything tried it, did I,
But couldn’t get the cash.
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Biswakarma,
The Engineer Divine,Technician, Skilled FellowWhose Plan And ExecutionIs it allThe Creation,The Workmanship,The Artisan Divine,The Mechanic of the mechanics,The Technician of the technicians,The Engineer of the engineers,The Skilled Fellow of all skills,Manual, electrical, mechanical, electronics,The Operator of the operators,The Machinist of the machinists,The Sculptor of the sculptors,The Artiste of the artistes,The Great Artisan of the artisansAnd…
History of the States,
Who came from where,Who settled whereAnd how,None knows it the historyOf the land, native Americas,Just keeps about saying colonial historyOf settlement and domicile.
The philosophy of language,
What it is language,Sign and symbol,Sound and consonance?Is it to make understand,Is it for comprehensionOf mind and idea,To converse with,To express thoughts and ideas freely,To share with?
Say, no,
Nuclear wars,No,No more warsAfter Nagasaki and HiroshimaAnd war on Vietnam,Say,Say, no,No to wars!
A study in the mind of man,
States of feeling,How our emotions,Impulses and desires?
O postman, take out not the rakhis
As have heard about,You try to deliver as fast as canWithout extracting themAs some of have said it so!In this age of internet access, e-mails can be sentBut the letters, I mean envelopes, with the rakhis,Cannot be,You please ask your friendsWho are not so emotionally alive!The rakhi is a bond of love,Reminding the brother of…
Kar lo duniya mutthi mein.
Bhaiyya, Bhaiyya, kya bola,
Kya bola tumnei? ,
Asked he after hearing him.
And said he again,
Digital India,
Digital India,
Kar lo duniya mutthi mein.
Again asked he curiously, Bhaiyya,
Bhaiya, kya bola tumne,
Digital-wigital,
Samajh nahin aayin?
Dekho, dekho,
Mein bataata hun, batata hun,
Yah to digit ka khel hain.
Bhaiyya, Bhaiyya,
Yah tumne banaya hain,
Tumne yaa technical logon nei?
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The philosophy of mind,
How to describe itWhat it comes to its plane,How the reflectionAnd distraction of it?My mind, your mind,Human mind,How to analyse it and sayWhat it is on its plane,How the thought and idea,Image and grasp of it?
Staggeringly
Asking,Searching for the Ultimate Truth,The Eternal TruthWhich but guides,Guides ultimatelyWhen disbelief in beliefHolds,Keeps barredBecoming Light to unto thyselfWhich is but inextinguishable.But the Boat of Life keeps it going,Drifting on,Floating over the surf and foamOf worldly mire,SnaresBut the Truth is Truth,The Eternal TruthSo look to it,As look I to myself.
Is it God
The red rose?So dreamy and delicateWith dew dropsScattering overThe petals.
Gandhi,
Or a bad man,How to say it?Was he good,Was he bad,But a man was heSurelyWith the meritsAnd demerits of ownWhich but every man has.Gandhi and his relevancePosterity will say it,For what was he,Lived he.If Gandhi’s statuesAre pulled down,Gandhigiri will remain it here.The loafers and hippies will definitelyNot forget his legacyAs romanticism and modernismAll has been…
See I the face of my love,
With a yearning within.Where is she sitting,Chatting online,Smiling so cuteAnd doing hi, hello?