The heart is the album

Only Black Lives Matter it not,White Lives Matter.The Whites and the BlacksAll but menThe creations of the same God.Can the Whites not come out fromThe wombs of the WhitesAnd the Blacks not fromThe wombs of the Whites?Answer you,Why are you silent?

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…

Kya mai bhi aapka mazak udaayun?Aap kitanei kaalei theiYaa dilwalle thei?Rahat Indori,Mocked you all,Now may I mock you?How blackly had you beenOr had been hearty enough?

With the golden hair glisteningWould be my loveBut came she not,The salon girl, the parlour lady,The bobby-cut girl,Simply speaking,Fearing it that she would not cook foodAnd came she too not.Just the golden locks, remember I, hanging upon,Coming over the faceAnd I losing in Bobby’s sweet dreams, Bobby-cut glisteningAnd golden hair to whisper into her ears,Bobby,…

As for Pakistan manipulationWhile on the otherAmerica, Japan, Canada, Russia, France, Germany,Philippines, Taiwan, Israel, BhutanWith IndiaAfter the Galwan Valley clash.But the war cannot be solutionTo all of our human problems,Wars cannot give peace,Shall we happy fighting warsAfter loss of precious lives and casualties,Loss of wealth and properties?

Flowers and bel leaves,If possible a little of milk,If possible with the holy Ganga water,Waiting to have their turnTo offer toThe lingam divineInside the sanctum sanctorumWhere in the dark room,Windowless,But with a small door,People entering and exiting.The bel leaves strewn across,The oil lamp burning at the corner,People coming in drovesAnd going out,Sometimes suffocation, congestion and…