The most satanic people ever born
Be they of whatever religion
The fanatics, zealots and bigots,
The blindly faithfuls,
God knows who is how much holy?
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Contemporary Indian poetryWhose base is inThe exchange of mutual admiration?I calling you great,You calling me greatAnd we are all the great men of India,But greatness is not in the ego of the personality,It is in being polite and mannered,It is in simplicity,It is in goodness and nobility,It is in innocence and ignorance,Who knows what unassesed…
The solar eclipse
Visible,A cosmological phenomenon.
Suppose you the red rose turns into a beautiful girl of mine,
So fast and dazzling,The hue admirably tempting.I want a maiden,A maiden just like her,Full of fancy and imagination and so dreamyWith the dew drops splashed overThe tender and soft petals of it.
I am not a modrn, a modernist and a post-modernist,
The same manWhom you had seen me,Who had been before you,Is still before you.You just try to see me and you will come to recognize meAs I am the same person,Changed in time, changed in circumstances,Under itOtherwise am not soAs am the same manYou are failing to recognize me.You take off your specs, I mean…
Aapko dekhkar
Aapko dekhkar,Dekh-dekhkar,Aapko dekh-dekhkarKahi,Kashi pyaar na ho jaayei,Ho jayeiAapko,Aapko dekh-dekhkar,Aapko-aapko,Aapki-aapki aankhon ko,Aankhon koDekh-dekhkarKahi,Kahi pyaar na ho jaayei,Jaayei!On seeing youHave started fearing,On seeing you,Seeing-seeing,On seeing-seeing you,Maybe,Maybe it fall I in love,Maybe in,You,On seeing-seeing you,You-you,Your-your eyes,EyesSeeing-seeing themMaybe,Maybe it fall I in love,Maybe it!
My pinda-dana, pinda-dana,
You take it, take it, mother,My dead mother!O dead spirit, i do not know it what you are,You take it, take it, mother,Whatever you are,Earth, sky, wind, water and fire!O fire returned you to fire,O water returned you to water,O wind returned you to same wind,O dead spirit, the skyey element returned to the skies,O…