"RAPE CITY"

Yes it’s the rape city
yes it’s the city of molest
stored city of crimes

what is congress n bjp
is it a rat firm?
Is it a name of brothel
is it a developer of rapists

not even in the running bus
not even in the footpath
not even in the wild hotels

parliament: is it a big bar?
Constitution: is it a laboratory of woman's body?

the tears are not drops of wine
woman's body is not a water tunnel
they are not nails of man
they are not teddy bears

rape, molest and woman abuse
is it another title of democracy?

king of the dark's kingdom
surrender your wife and daughters
feed them to the rapists
let live to our pious lotuses
they are not fallen woman

sword is ready with an hot melted iron rod
give us the rapist n molesters
wish to cut them their limbs
to recognize their mother daughter and sister.

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"ONE"

My emotion is not your pleasure-

Your tears is not my beam-

My bliss is not your grief-

Your soreness is not my victory…

Give me not a fake grin-

I flow on in your blood-

I untied your silky hair-

U took my breathe-

When we locked the lips…

Hide not from my vista-

Give me scar of your pain-

Window is open-

There is light-

Couldn’t you see me?

Stop crying my sugar-

U be the wings-

U be the wind-

And I fly…

Often I have seen-

Like a green color-

Like a spring -

When I take u in arms…

Give me your tears-

Give me your pains-

Give me your ashes-

Let me put in my heart-

I’m craving for a real grin-

Hate me n love me more-

Stop dinning thoughts-

Eat me if u wish-

I’ll be so delicious…

Give me a tomorrow,

To miss u longer…

Give me a life,

To die for you…

Come on my sugar-

Sleep on my arm-

Let me give u -

Endless blessing kisses-

There is no two-

You n me is ONE.

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-S P E L L I N G O F L I F E-

It’s not a blank sheet of an editor

Looks like a cartoon comic of children

Unpublished cartoon comic

Or a roll of toilet paper

Or a tissue paper

Its wet not dry

Though burning on the water

Mixing with the petrol and diesel

Tried a lot n still trying

To stop this fire

When it would become beauty

When it would disappear

Bleeding n bleeding

Its not blood of menstruation

How ugly n sticky

With the rotten smells

Is it a loo of poor man of rural?

Yes it is...

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“I agreed hopefully

Wish to measure the distance

Of my destiny

To begin a today

To fill up by the colors

And strong sentences of life….”

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"LIGHTLESS DIWALI"

Lit up the candles

Put on my heart and head

Burn me out to give light in your life

I hate DIWALI...

Play with the crackers

In my mouth, please

Not to utter anymore words

Let me quit with your happiness

I hate DIWALI...

No sweets n chocolates

No fresh roses

No greeting card

Had you slept with Raone

I hate DIWALI...

Wish me not for a darkest night

Take away all my breaths

Let me not wait for smile

Go go go away

I hate DIWALI…

Soft body n soft words

Turn on like a sunflower

Not towards my night

There is no sun on my sky

I hate DIWALI…

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CAGE

Have you had a big cage?

To hoard appalling histories

Do you lug that cage ubiquitously?

Could you sense akin to cold storage?

Have you ever drained all into the stream?

Wake up hurry and talk to me

Before the hot storm blown me

Before you explore your cage yet again

Let me demolish this cage completely-

My boat is all set on your bank

Bestow me tide to sail on you

This river going to be gorgeous with my boat

I could swim, I could dive

Terror is not to me until the water gets parched-

I wish I could be a mirror

Unbreakable mirror of your shadows

Gawk into the own metaphors

Could you get to observe a strange heart?

Do not be a slave of life.

Turn on your face to me

Get flames from my eyes

Blazing out all the expired thoughts-

Come back soon, be seated with me

You are recognized by my flowers

You have cared by my birds-

Morning rain, unsettled clouds

Are not your faces

You would be the Nile River,

If you do not close eyes;

You would be the Sky,

If you commit to memory tomorrow;

Let me demolish this cage completely.

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SHANGRI-LA

Before I intuitive and after I pass on

Where would be I, but at the moment

After a lone prayer from the empty abode

Walks across the human and inhuman noises

Just eying and searching for the boon

Why fire burns beneath the blood cells

Immortal soul cannot die against the life

There are evergreen hills and flowers

Silver lining clouds above the zenith

Bluest lake spreading at the bottom 

Where the greenly grasses carpet land

Dances and singing by thee

For my ugliest footprints

Do I worth to die?

Did I create a flowery story?

No, hopes sail away still in thine boat

Breathe tasteful air from thy sky,

Swallow pious water from thou well.

Don’t whisper me call me thrice

So I could run and play on this vale,

I could converse without uttering,

And can heed thee song of revolution.

Thy gifted me:

Milky Way like long stories

Bridge amid life and soul

A ladder to mount up the age tree

Filter mask and helmet

Moisture in dried life

Cloudy dawn and snow falls

During ever hot summer days

Thy would be my flower girl

As I accompany to flower power

Shangri-La for astonishing days

I with a gusto fresh face:

Walk all along with lambs,

Wear dappled cloths,

Can talk by way of the dears,

Can fly among the parrots,

Can swim like the fishes.

Woodland is not so untamed like before

Trees and creeps telling thy stories

Nightingales would fly to me in eve

Morning sparrows too, as herald

They are hymning for me

There is no death body

And no ill man

I don’t have an ailment too.

My non-human friends:

Width Lake and small pond of lotus

Coconut trees and mango trees

Harmonious birds and cute lambs

Flowery stones and big rivers

Day, night and rain

Thine garden and soft wind-

These days they’re keen to discern thou

Still passing through thy realm

Among the flora and fauna of Shangri-La

Deity passes through the terrain

With the drop of boons to enlighten the roads

Stare towards the east

Lost city and village would be found

From the vista and grin of thee

Pebbles develop into flowers

Flames grow to be rain

I replace by a name of sacrifice

It’s not a paradise

I had rooted on Shangri-La.

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ARCHETYPAL POEM

 

Manuscript of an archetypal poem

Muddle words and panic meanings

Those are there in the museum.

Half unclothed body of the women,

Stripped body of the men with long hair,

Snakes and ladies were playing,

Unknown eggs and mermaids;

Made mystify till the quarter-

Even a nuptials story of goddess

With an epic brave man of ancient-

Among reckonable fairy tales

A village girl ran after a seraph

She found flying chariot and a prince of god

Followed by a heaven garden’s stories-

No one discovers that poem except mother.

A dog was a husband of a beautiful lady

Child: half dog and half man played at lawn.

Each stanza goes on with enigma of saga

That is an archetypal poem, a nudity poem

Man dinned human flesh and rotten worms.

Made distance without the slit in between

Dead and alive slept jointly on a divan

They imbibed buffaloes and cows excreta

When this archetypal poem gets over?

Enjoyed the deities on man’s berth

Sometimes and usually damsel sacrificed

As fruit and flower of the puja-

Living days filled up by offspring of them

Delusion and illusion into an indubitable-

Portraits and lexis are no more over there

They walk as animal walks

And ever sleeping archetypal poems awoke

Begins to fly like vulture and phoenix

Sometimes breeze like hot wind

Across the diverse soils of land-

When the night falls

Bits and pieces and stones sing collectively

Walking trees catch up the birds

The ocean drinks all the salty waters

And the king put together all the heavenly bodies

Within the black and dark boulevard

Inside a gigantic vessel of sugarcane

Look at out to the fireflies

They shine like stars and moon

Still the mother enchant the archetypal poem

While breeders stand still.

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