Said to me,
Do you love me?
If you love me, I shall love,
Love you.
She said to me
So slowly and sadly.
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Mian
All in the veilBlacklyGoing.
Mein haath badhata hun
Wah pyaar ka rishtaJo kabhi nahin tutega.I’m raising my handAnd you tie the rakhi on it,That relationship of loveWhich will not break ever.
Akshara, Akshara, a canvas full of letters,
Crossed over, put as signs,SignsRepresenting Dhvani,Dhvani,Sound, Sound, the Break of Sound,The birds cawing,CawingAt dawnbreakSo full of noiseWith men and creaturesLetting to Shabda,Shabda, Word,WordThrough the comprehensionOf the sound, sign and symbolTo meaning,Word meaningAnd formation and framing of sentencesThat is Vakya, Sentence,SentenceTo express and feel aboutAnd to be shared with.
Meri bitia
CChoti-shi,Nanhi-shiCchotiLekin pyari-shi.My small but loving daughterWill madden me,Smallish,Slim, lean and thinAnd smallBut loving.
From Gandhi
In the post-GandhiModern ageOf modern guysWho know it not the legacyOf GandhiSeem to be forgettingThe Gandhian ideals and doctrinesAnd now in the post-Gandhian phaseIt is the turn of Modi and Modigiri,The time of Modi bhaktas,Modi, Modi,Narendra Modi ki jai.
Just saw I him
And statrted I dancing,Hearing his name,Michael Jackson,Seeing his imageHanging on the wall,Such had been the magic of his nameAnd his rhythm of dance and music.With the cap overheadAnd the goggles on the eyesAnd a handkerchief tied around the neck,I going,Going and going,Coming not,A dancer in motionAnd emotion.Dancing on the waysAnd going,Waving at and kissing from…
i will disarm you!
God
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it is embarrassing to me
or any country, whereacts of prejudice andracial hatred are still committedon a regular basis…where people can run for office,and win, backed by the dollarsof prejudice….where minorities, children,and women are treatedwith disrespect….where the elite 10% are filthy rich,and are not taxed! …while many of us go without food,housing, or medical care…where our children are shippedoff to…
we pass too often unaware,
through the vast blacknessof inner space…a bump, a bruise,a scratch, a scar…and almost the smellof a closeness.we bring the cup to our lips,too hot to taste…it is only in the silence after,that memory reaches out to touch!
break a string…
play when you want,play all night.the older the better,the sweeter the sound…even the windpauses to listen!lifetimes and loves,heartaches and passion.the very breath of God.then with loving care,back in the case.sleeping together in silence!
to be swept away by the storm,
hair thrown across your face,lips swollen with longing.to pluck stars from the night sky,and drink the dew like wild beasts.to howl and moo, to hoot and caw,to be the ant that led the others astray!to build small fires by forbidden roads,to sleep inside the cave.to drink moonlight, and spit revolution,to walk naked in the cool…
if you live by the lie,
then you cannot afford the luxuryof honesty at all costs.that is why….America has fallen!
i am the cross,
i am the embrace,and the parting stillness.i am death falling from the trees,i am eternity in the promise of snow.i am the word spoken and heard,slowly undressed with awe and hunger.i am the tongue drawing history’s face,in every secret place, in every hidden treasure.i am the fluid of love spillt with passion,i am the touch,…
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For you know it cannot be,
There are wishes that remain,
An Impossibility.
Oh, I hate that very word,
That cuts you away from me,
As the day begins to bleed,
Softly, sadly, silently,
But as fragile butterflies,
Drowning in Life’s chilling Sea,
You and I although we try,
Cannot change our Destiny!
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Up and up the hill we went,
Now we are on straight free fall,Losing Country, reaching small,Lying, cheating, muddy crawlIs there no shame left at all?
A war of words,
Than a real one,HoweverSentiments are hurt,Unnecessarily,Lettered bombsProjectiles,Hurled,Insulting banners wavedAnd slurred,And at the end,Nothing gained!Nothing saved!The same old World,Just a bit more blurred.
In our children,
Probably,That is why,Teach them well,In goodness, beauty and morality,(If they still exist)So that your spirit,Leaves some perfumed sails behind,That will cross the seas of Time,With good Teachings,That are sage, just and kind.
I will live with myself
There I can writeWhat I dream,Converse with the Stars,Say hello to the MoonSki, on the SeaOf blue Poetry,Be Happy,And,Finally,Be Free.
It’s terrible to see,
And no one there to Stop It,Like Humpty Dumpty,We sat on a Wall,And took a big Fall,All the good People,And all decent Men,Could not put America,Together again!
To have a Way with Words,
Laced in with Fantasy, you walk,Not cross the line of the absurd.Explain your feelings, have the touch,Of vivid words that say so much!Communication, vital too,Sincerity, It must be You,The message fits the messenger,That never says, ‘World, I don’t care’