Trial and the Judgement

Thrashed her life in that vicious fuscous night

Tattered her body in that mucky verdant site

Shattered her dreams in that bloody wicked plight

Four feigned civilized animals, enjoyed their bite.

They waited their turn to deracinate her

With ears and heart kept fastened for her prayer

With ineffable agony nature tried to cover

Her natural body with leafy little shower.

When tired they spared her for a midget time

And wrapped in a blanket to set a meacock crime

Wetted in fuel they fired the chad as a scheme

And disenthral the soul of the decubitus dame.

Now tell me the judgement of these cruel critters

Hang or guillotine their ugly little heads

Lynching or castration, anything you can propose

Sharpen your quills and the judgement of the case.

I’m Your Spectator

Words emerging from your quill,

Blazing with an effulgence,

Capering and crooning around,

In harmony or in dissonance.

Rhyming in a golden cage,

Flying around in splendid colors,

Or, in a greenish meadow,

Flying away in divine freedom.

The beads of words will last long,

In our minds, if threaded strong

Whether structured or unstructured

As I know, I'm your spectator.

An Elegy Written In a Road

It was a weekend and I was in a mood

To reach my home as early as I can

I urged the wheels to start a friendly race

With the competing cars rushing around.

The sky getting dark, is it unusual?

I switched on the lights to make the way clear

Sun already hiding, behind the trees

Unable to bear the horrendous scene.

The leaves were silent and the mighty wind

The waves of ocean also stupefied

The nature remained as stunned and low

Heavy and gloomy, sadness in the air.

The beams of light while tearing the darkness

Suddenly found out two eyes so bright

From a small head that holding so high

From a small body already half-dead.

Her eyes were staring straight to my eyes

Calm and serene in their last minute

Piercing my heart with their emotions

Pity and sorrow and dismay and grief.

I turn the wheel to avoid the hitting

Risking my life and car to another track

But behind me, the vehicle of death

The one which she was longing so long.

Oh! Dear soul, I couldn’t forget

The bright little eyes that searched for pity

Like a brave soldier of a defeated army

Holding your head as high as you can.

I imagined the short life that you spent

In this splendid world of cruelty,

As a cute kitten dancing around

And following the little butterflies.

Full of fur, your body was so white

And a long tail, waging in anger

You chased down the tricky doves in vain

And the little sparrows that fly around.

Vibrant and vigil, your life was so full

Until your clock stopped ticking

I couldn’t sleep, the eyes are haunting

Close your eyes dear one, I’m lamenting.

Time Machine

In the midst of my sweet childhood days

I came across a gorgeous machine.

It was known by different names

But I called it my time machine.

A big roar, heard in the beginning

When I watchfully switched it to life.

I was in the middle of a battle

Fought around a century ago.

People, people running all around

Fighting without a reason I know.

Roars of victory and screams in fear

I failed to grasp their different tongue.

Back of horses, on the elephants

They fought a battle unlike to me.

Scenes of horror and bloodshed I saw

Closing my eyes I pressed the button.

Quiet different scenes I opened

In a beautiful well-furnished room

Witnessing an intense private scene

The meaning I couldn't comprehend.

  

It was surely in someone’s bedroom

Possibly a newly wedded one

Doing in light, should be in the dark

I changed the scene pressing the button.

Different images flashes in front

Again fallen to a battle field

Alien I was and alien it is

People around and the way they fight.

It was in a different planet

Rounding around a bright little star.

They are different and their weapons

Even the light different from us.

Then I decided to check the options

Of this marvelous magic machine.

It can crop centuries to an hour

And can extend an hour to a year.

It takes you to places in a blink

Even to somewhere outside the earth

To the new cities, towns or villages

And the deepest forest or the sea.

 While I was admiring the machine

A clear loud rumble came from my back.

Not from the machine sitting in front

It was from the real world where I live.

‘Switch of the TV, go to your room

To complete the homework, remaining’

My father is strict and to be obeyed

But I will come back, dear time machine!

Where to go?

I

Walking

To the north

Without knowing

Where to go

I

Flying

In the wind

Without knowing

Where to go

I

Rowing

In a green leaf

Without knowing

Where to go

I

An ant

Searching

Without knowing

Where my hole

We

Like an ant

Probing and wandering

Without knowing

Where is GOD

I’m Not a Poet

Poet! Am I one?

Without an aim I wrote,

Started, for a fun

Mind’s creation I note.

Wandering thoughts, a lot,

Coming together, they fight,

Words fighting for a slot,

Poem coming to the light.

Poem first, or the poet?

I asked myself, in vain

Poem first, then the poet,

Answer came from the brain.

Never a poet creates a poem,

Oh dear poet, you lives in your poem.

The Heaven

"Mighty, calm and composed she lies,

Like a sleeping queen of Arabia.

The wind is blowing kindly and soft,

Barring the rise of her waves in wrath.

Besides the sea there lies a sand-dune,

Twinkling in sun and flying in wind.

Stars above are fewer than her grains,

Whiter than the white, she looks so pure.

Besides the hill there lies a garden,

Fresh and beautiful, flowers she bear.

Greenish meadows and cool air always

She a beauty, the Garden of Eden.

Besides the garden there lies a forest,

Without any trees, full of buildings.

Settings of sun made her beautiful,

The golden city, then she is called.

Above the city nearing the clouds,

There lies a heaven, smaller than hell.

An angel and two kids, opens the door

Whenever the bell rings, for a new soul.

It is my house and you are welcome,

Six hundred and three, written outside.

No need to die to reach our heaven,

All are admitted, except the dead."

Death

"This has been done or this is to be done

This has been half-done or not to be done

He seldom minds, whether it is done

He will take you and you are done.

The acts of tomorrow, do it today

And those of afternoon, in forenoon

He never waits, to see you finish

He will take you and you are done.

Like a tiger bearing away

A sleeping deer, he snatches

Before plucking the flowers of your deeds

He will take you and you are done.

In prime age or in minor age

In old age or in young age

He never ever tarries for none

He will take you and you are done.

Whether you are weak, or you are strong

Whether you are brave, or you are timid

Whether you are idiotic, or learned

He will take you and you are done.

  

Every nights take you closer

The days will also do the same

Then he comes without notice

He will take you and you are done.

Nothing resist the messengers of death,

Except truth which devours untruth,

Live the life in truth and virtue

Achieve truth and fail the death."

The Wheel

"The good other day I was so happy,

And happiness was my true nature.

But not today, I’m so sad,

Is it sorrow my real nature?

Happiness and sorrow, never once

Meet me together, alone they come.

Sorrow comes first, then joy

And joy comes and later sorrow.

Never I sought sorrow in my life,

Happiness is what I always seek.

Joy and sorrow, are they in a wheel?

Revolving around and coming in turn.

No one suffers sorrow forever,

No one enjoys happiness forever,

They are in a wheel turning around,

Making us happy and sad.

Stop the wheel, when I’m happy

What to do to achieve this feet?

Being in happiness, is what I need

What to do to achieve this feet?

Do good and be happy

Do bad and reap sorrow.

This is what I learned from the learned,

That is the key for stopping the wheel.

Joy and grief, depends on destiny

But destiny itself depends on you.

Do good and change your destiny

Do bad and destiny will follow.

Having friends who destitute of friends,

Having foes who destitute of foes,

Having wisdom who destitute of wisdom,

Having happiness also through destiny.

Friends are not the cause of happiness,

Nor foes the cause of misery,

Wisdom will not bring you wealth,

Nor wealth brings you happiness.

Intelligence, not the cause of wealth,

Nor stupidity the cause of penury,

He only who possesses this wisdom,

Knows the world and the wheel of life."

Fear Not!

"Fear me not, fear me not

I'm the GOD, you fear me not

Fear me not, my dear son

I'm with you, you fear me not.

Without a reason fearing a lot

Becomes a second nature of you

Fear for nothing, fear for nothing

Why can't you trust me, I'm in you!

In wealth I gave, you fear poverty

In knowledge I gave, ignorance you fear

In beauty I gave, you fear age

And I gave you fame, the fall you fear.

When I pore success over you

About the failure, you fear a lot

Handsome and cute, you got a body

You start fearing about the death.

Everything in earth is fraught with fear

I alone is fearless, you trust

You can become fearless like me

When you cast all, dear you hold!

Cast your worries, cast you fears

Cast your pride in being wealthy

Cast your knowledge, beauty and status

Give up everything and you be I."

Religions

Nothing made more peace and love,

Nothing made more tangible brotherhood,

Nothing made charity spread,

It is nothing other than religions.

Nothing spread more hatred in the world,

Nothing bred more bitter enmity,

Nothing flood the world with blood,

It is nothing other than religions.

When we think our religion is good,

And neighbor’s also good as mine,

Then we see peace and love,

Charity and brotherhood in this world.

When we think our religion is good,

But my neighbor’s not as mine,

Then the hatred and enmity rises,

Flooding the world with neighbor’s blood.

Let us accept all our religions,

And worship God with every one of them,

In whatever form he worship him,

Tolerance is not what we need.

Let us take Mohammedans’ brotherhood,

Let the Christians teach us charity,

Let us become spiritual as Hindus,

Acceptance is what we need.

I

Staring at the album before me,

Memories came floating around me,

Dancing memories of good and old,

Came rushing and flooding my mind.

The front page of the album bears,

A smiling child in his birth suit,

Casting a cute shy look,

He showed his grace and beauty.

I stopped turning the pages,

When I saw a boy in trousers,

He was so naughty at times,

Running around the house all time.

Next page holds the picture of a man,

In a neat and nice wedding suit,

Looking so handsome and hot,

He showed his strength and power.

Then I closed the book of memories,

And looked up at the mirror in front,

There I saw an old gentleman,

Waiting for his time to come.

Yesterday's I is today’s I,

Today’s I will be tomorrow’s I,

Whatever changes happens around,

I am I and that will not change. 

The Knock

 

So sick and cold I lay in the bed,

As old and feeble I loll there tired,

Sprawling on the bed a knock was heard,

So tiny but clear I heard that sound.

With much difficulty I woke from the bed,

Walked to the door with much animosity,

With futility the door was opened,

Seeing nobody, I mourned and returned.

Again I heard the same little knock,

Again I jumped and plod to the door,

Again the door was opened in vain,

Again I came back mourning to the bed.

This continues for so many times,

Till I found the reason for the knock,

The knock was not at the door, I fancied,

The truth is in my heart which beats.

Like the knock we searched outside,

Searching the God, in hill and dale,

He is searched in books and heaven,

And searching him in temples and churches.

At last the search will be completed in vain,

And come back to there from where we started,

Then we sure will realize the truth

That, I’m he and he is I.

(Inspired by Swami Vivekananda's Speeches)