Is this sweet babe
The bright crescent moon, or the charming flower of the lotus,
The honey in a flower, or the lustre of the full moon,
A pure coral gem, or the pleasant chatter of parrots,
...
Poet is a suicide bomber
For he is exinct with every explosion
But, the words fly apart
Make you bleed with their sharp edges
...
A sacred hand towards the poor,
A golden heart for the invalids,
A heavenly smile for the refugees….
O Mother,
...
Every poet is an ion
Not an atom
Or a molecule...
With some freed electrons
...
We met
Somewhere in this
Narrow cooridor of
Medicine!
...
Scratched on air,
Scribbled on water....
Trap me in
The prison of words...
...
Maharashtrians renamed
Bombay to 'Mumbai'
Tamilians renamed
Madras to 'Chennai'
...
Poet is a living pyre,
But, what to burn
Except his soul....
With billion degrees
...
VISION 2020: COMBINED VISION OF FOUR GENERATIONS
(This is not a poem, but a thought process)
...
Mittu,
Why did you come to my life?
Why did you capture my entire love?
Why did you become my everything?
...
I want to end up this journey
It is only having twists from its usual paths
Somebody is pulling me, saying:
Come,
...
'Forgive me Lord,
For I haven't read the Bible yet..'
'Then, what have you read? '
...
Am I mad?
Many things are piercing
Their sharp arrows on my soul, my body
And my life..
...
RAINBOW IN THE DARK! Who am I? A man without profile… My world is without boundaries… I am that: ‘PREM', inexplicable by English… I am that nothingness… Nobody… I am not a poet… But, I love words…)
(002) The World
The world -
becoming
smaller and smaller
everyday,
the minds -
narrower and narrower,
the hearts -
empty without feelings,
love -
hollow without trust,
the countries -
freeze in nuclear winter,
nature -
exists without soul,
the sea-
sign of lost charm and blue,
the streams -
dry without fountainheads,
the woods -
chopped trunks,
flowers -
fade in acid rain,
fragrance -
lost for ever,
beauty -
left unseen,
hatred -
spreads everywhere,
violence -
the most loved art,
the youths -
left with insecurity,
mothers -
no milk to feed,
kids -
live like mutes,
schools -
places of torture,
colleges -
place of terror and drugs,
the dreams -
face drought,
pain -
face floods,
lovers -
shot in streets,
the eyes -
blind with tears,
the lungs -
fume in fumes,
water -
taste blood,
air -
smell the dead,
the elders -
thrown out like waste,
justice -
forbidden fruit,
houses -
like tombs,
religion -
group of killers,
unity -
the most hated word,
freedom -
always in chains,
slavery -
flourishes everywhere,
rulers -
royal pimps,
I live here
like a dead fish
without hope,
eyes wide open
and heart truly broke!
02.03.96
....Life@Globalization? Not just mental invasion, my friend. There are many others. But some invasions are welcome! A nation's chooses to be invaded.....whose decides? ? Welcome to democracy.