The Riot

Most backwards
Without a window
Having a closed mind
Read the books
Scriptures and words
They are lazy
Effortless beggars

Boast of having
That divine GOD
Also they declare
All so many UNHOLY
Without doing
Karma of Thinking
They kill them
They kill innocents
And Ah they kill
Their own GOD/

They become
They disclose
Their own desires
Of a social animal.

Let us pray O GOD
Elevate us from poverty
The great mental poverty
Let us make humane
Make me a human
That will be only gift
The only blessing
Of that Divine.

Oh that smell !

The smell of burnt wood
I felt like a fragrance
Stormed my aged brain
The memories of my innocence
When I was a child
Always on the ride
Sat near a Fire !
With those old people
I also grew up  old

But again that smoke
The smell reminded Ma
She was an old grand ma
In a village far away
Always cooking for me
Blowed air to ignite
That Choolha was so old
And I also grew old 

But again that smell
Due to burnt cow dung cakes
Revived old memories !
Just thought of old hookah
And smelling fire of the cake
Oh I grew up old.

That was the old neem tree
And there was the centre
Where they put the hookah
How can I forget 
Those simple words 
With broad village vision
In all that fuss

But alas !
I grew up old 
Lost the village
Lost all that old
The rare fragrance
Of that wooden smoke !

Oh My Leader !!

Oh you the leader !
Manipulative,self centered,
With the madness for power,
For a race ~addicted to pleasure,
With your so called charm,
Are you real leader ?

Or a puppet !
Used by an exploiter !
Have you felt that ever!
The unconditional love ?
For the poor !
For the meek!
For the dumbs!
For the weak !
Have you still
That fire of Sacrifice ?
To fight for justice
To deliver the justice,
Where are the days ?
When leaders had the ways,
With long  long sight !
With the hard work,
For that ,that only
The unconditional love !
For the people
By the people
Of the people.

A Blissful World !

Each moment
Brings some truth
But again
That moment
Disappears,

As if
It was an Illusion,
Perhaps I will
Search more
For the happiest
That Blissfull moment
More & more
In each morning
I will contemplate
For a
Blissful world !

THIS MORNING

I think of you again
Where are you
Invisible

An unfurled Flag

The unfurled Flag
Is of a country,
Or of a Nation,

The people crying,
Being killed ,
In the name of Qaum,
But there is no calm,
Who created the chaos,
Converted him a hurdle
On the path of Love !
Named him a warrior !
But a man made barrier,
In the path of peace ,
In the path of humanity,
In the path of LOVE !!
Who is going to win?
By hoisting the bloody
An unfurled flag !!

The dance of a peacock

This sweet morning
Brings happy idleness
I search for the peacock
Who sits in my garden
And the birds
On the tree branches
Toddling on the ground
Let me watch them
Let the scorching heat go
Let me see the dance
The dance of a peacock !!

Let go !

Let go !
Go away dear !
Forget me
Never come so near !
Just be simple
Dont make me wrinkle
The shadow of your dance
Gives me a chance
For one step here ,one step there
The music is old, rhythm not clear
I sing a song
Of that old old year .