And discard them at first chance
Is called intelligence
If it is not done
They will come and make life miserable
Thrusting upon it
Disorder and contradiction
To live in peace
One has to find out what is disorder
And what are the causes behind it
They are many,
Saying one thing and doing the other Is one of them
And behind all these causes
There is one root cause
That is me, myself and ego.
We have acquired immense knowledge
But it fails to transform us
We have no integrity or a real freedom.
A freedom without choice
When one is clear in one’s ability
To think objectively and precisely,
Where does a person need to choose?
It is only a confused mind that chooses.
So what is freedom?
Freedom is not the opposite of imprisonment
Nor it seeks an escape from anything
Rather it tries to find out what makes one to fear
Find the cause out and cure it
And be free.
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Do not pull me up so hard
As I am not of that levelI can not rise so highYou just show me the roadI shall vie with the raysOn the wings of freedomI shall fly unboundTearing the soil, very hardI shall forcefully sprout outYou just show me the hillI shall myself swimYou just clapAnd let me hear the soundI shall snatch the…
when you say
I see in itA big truthThough I knowit is a great lieAs poets seeThe shadow of lightLight in shadowThey hear the soundof silenceand smell the fragranceof emptinessunder synaesthesiathey see only one colour ‘’ red ‘’or no colours at allcamel got wings and flyand butterfly got necklike that of a camelnothing is impossibleunder surrealismin factthere is…
Sit down to write
Feel emptyLet cold memory like hot airRush to fill my vacuumIn thought let feelThe warmth of your remembranceAnd let storm to startIn the heartAnd let me feel the after effectOf sweet shiverOf the quakeOn my limbsNo trip, no drugJust your remembranceGives me the same kicksPush me on the same heightNothing more I wantBefore saying anythingLet…
Wealth and weapon
any thing cruellerthan silence and indifferencesilence is the sharp weaponcuts the throat of truthsatiates both cowards and sadistsindifference is the wealthin abundance for enjoymentsfor the nerd and dead
Inexplicable Fear
Behind the cloud may be there is nothingYet I fear to go to near the bottom-deepAs I am told unknown is never safeI sit and ponder a whileNothing is coming out for longBewilderment perplexity slowly creeps inWater is flowing, time is passing bySand dunes remain the sameBut not the stream of wind neither my thoughtsDrip…
I do not have a size normally a model does
Yet people come to me in a surging wave to see a wonderWhat I perform everyday on my stageYou may cast doubtBut I am telling you I never tell liesI write poems and tell them without uttering a single wordYet they trail my speech which I could not shout outLike the keen eyed men trail…
Who a freeman,
Say you?
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When I saw it at midnight
A poisonous snake was itSo rapid and fast,Slippery and sliding,Looking like a banded krait.Striped and black,Hair stood onTo see the reptileBlackly and glidingAnd coiling beneathMaking the night ferociousAnd fearsomeAnd I overcautious in steppingFearing to moveOn the grassy patchTo come out of the house.A deadly and venomous snake was itTrying to hide or escape,Slipping, trailingAnd gliding,Shining…
Before the making of a modern Indian English poet,
The gentleman in being a practitioner of verse,Indo-Anglican or Anglo-Indian,Indian poet in English or Indian English poet,As written English served his purpose,Spoken English learnt he laboriously,Native mother tongue not, but alien?An Indian English poet in the making,In the aftermath of independence,When the English left they India,They thought of becoming Englishmen,Going by the way of Gandhi,Emulating…
A politburo member
In making,An autocrat,Let him take the reins from,Sit on chair,The chameleon witll show the colour.To crush down democratic movementsWill be the chief priority of his,To trample down beneath,To rear politics from the grassroots level,Doing it all in communistic camaraderie and bonhomie,Tring to oblige peopleEating, drinking, sleeping and living together with,Standing by in the times of…
Baba,
Of Maihar gharana,What sort of,Sort of discipleHad it beenYou Ravi ShankarThat married he your bitia,Annapurna DeviAnd left her,Making her sacrifice her talentIn surbahar, bass sitar?Baba,Baba Allauddin Khan,Say, say you, O Baba,Of Maihar gharana,What,What sort of discipleWas heRavi Shankar?
Drink you not,
Shall I say to youAsking you not to drinkDaru,Wine,Liquor,Ale?
The leaders’ words the words of your mouth,
Keep the lips sealedOtherwise face the wrath and ire,You will be called in the evening to the party officeTo settle scores.Their suppression and repression famous world-wide,How do they torture the non-communists,How do they crush the democracy movements,How do they suppress people’s protests for relaxation,How do they censure the press,The high-handed handling of the tougher law-makers,The…
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is much more affordable,
and a much better bargain,
than not being free!
make the choice! make it now!
whatever it takes, in 2012!
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if i knelt before you,
like a gift without any strings…would you listen?if i sold all my dreamsto give you one momentwhen you knew you were loved…would you care?if i gave up my lifeto help you find wings,and pushed you to the edgeof the nest… would you fly?if i knelt before you,a man loving a woman,and nothing more…would you take…
shots ring out,
street grinders turn,the gates of hell.we push and shout,we take and drive,aint nobodygonna get out alive.the price of life,nickels and dimes.faceless souls,redeem the time.the weight of skin,and rusted chains.take a pillto numb the pain.life gone crazy,life gone mad.what they haveis what you had.who do you own,who owns you?what can you say,what can you do?fathers bury…
sometimes the hemlock
and empty beds coughingin the marlboro night.when the dog is fed,and everyone has eaten…and only the dog stoppedto say ‘thank you’…and the life insurance policyglows in the drawer,waiting for a shovelful of dirt.and it’s either the gun or the window,so you toss a shoe and break the glass!
under the blade
we stumble, and stand…in the name of freedom,equality, and justice,eyes set on the goal…human hands rebuildingthat which is broken and shattered…believing that dignityis not just a word!the common man the hero,no longer the pawn…if a new day will dawn,we must bring the sun!Woody Guthrie,we need you now!
ashes spilling
a thousand hollow goodbyesand hellos dissolve.it’s been said:death makes all men equal,so what of life?and why the tearso’er an unmarked grave?
sometimes it just seems like
that you feel like you’re drowning!cant see where you’re going,all sense of light swallowed upin a grey fog….keep on walking!sometimes it seems likeyou lose everything you thoughtthat you had…everything you’ve worked for…everything that mattered….keep on walking!sometimes it seems likeeverything you do, everything you think,everything you say, andeverything you feelis the wrong damned thing;every action a…
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at my
gut…
a rat
gnawing
on
the
ropes…
th at
my fears
use
to
bind
me…
freedo m, the oldest
primeval urge,
the grunting of
the darkness
as light opens
the door!
freedom…
the
raw
heart
beat ing…
in the
hands
of the
priest…
as the body
is flung from
the cliff…
the sound a rose
makes when it blooms!
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you speak angrily of revolution,
you havent sat down and thoughtabout what it is you want…so many issues you’re mad about,but you dont have answers to theproblems… you’re not even sureabout what you think caused theproblems.it’s easy to want change, it’s hardto do the work of change… it beginswith knowing who you are as a human being,seeing your strengths and…
‘end of times, end of days,
call it justice, the American way,call it the great lie! …’we have made an incrediblemess of this world…wars, greed, pollution,poverty, enslavement,human rights abuses,hunger, sickness, homelessness…that’s on us!you want me to believe…that God, in his infinite wisdom,is going to come and bail us out…what if God, in his infinite wisdom,showed up with a shovel,and a wheelbarrow…and…
i put the needle in my arm,
i cannot go on without a fix.sell everything i’ve got,destroy my dignity.trade tomorrow for one quick rush…..it’s the price of loving,when love’s a disease,an addiction, i cannot kick!
our only chance
………as a people….lies in our willingness……..to listen,………..to give a damn,and to get involved….at all costs.understanding beginswithin, and reaches out…..to the same vein………of humanitythat we all share!redemption!…listening…..caringinvolvemen t!
rain, fire, and smoldering ashes…
every step a choice,nothing to go back to…we stand on the brink,a people without a land.you and i no different,even the taste much the same.the leaves on the tree have fallen.paying the cost of the lash,the wheels mired in mud.even our prayers cant lie anymore…America, America,do you recognize your face?your children weep,your father’s graves long…
to overthrow the yoke
first come to an honestassessment of where we are!not only where we are,but how we got here…we cannot put off the blameon other people, governments,or even corporations! wherewe are is where we’ve allowedourselves to be!when we sit silently by andwatch our human rights be taken;when we allow profit at the expenseof people to become the…
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Is there such a thing?
Seems that today,
It’s so
All taboos, restrictions
Let go,
Down, wrong rivers
We flow.
Before,
All was sin
Now,
Nothing is
And we’re still not happy!
There we stand
Like idiots
With open hands,
Waiting for
Happiness, completion
To fall from the sky
Not even knowing
That this feeling of emptiness
Is individually created
And that happiness is
What we want to make it
The potential for it,
In each individual lies
It cannot be donated
Or created,
No matter how much
A spoiled and decadent society,
Tries, complains or cries.
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I was always on the right side of History,
Yet, I have never been able to figure out,Why so little we’ve progressed politically,Since the Chief that dominated tribal times,Which we constantly return to and sadly mime.
As the quite moss does gather,
Where all hopes have gone astray,The black clouds of pessimism,Inundate the quite prism,Of a World that’s made of ‘isms’,And won’t really ever change.
Is it possible?
Reaching for the Sky,For the Ultimate Truth,Saying All,About Creation,In one Sigh.
Guess Who?
Corruption, Lies, Rumble!The Country will Tumble,All Empires Do.
Hobbling along,
Wounded in my Soul,Hit by an invisible arrow,Pain is so personal,Disappointed,Not anointed,Not happy at all,In pain,In my distress,Silence, my only caress,Silence, my only friend,That loves me the best,But cannot feel my pain.Nor help me become happy again.
Those who believe
Than those that don’t.Those who loveAre more fulfilledThan those that don’tThose who write PoetryDon’t give upSo, neither you nor IWon’t.Those who love LibertyDon’t lie, to exerciseControl,So, as Americans,We won’t.