SWAMI SARANAM

Swami saranam

I know the path
Leading to the temple
Is full of thorns and stones
Alas,
Where I saw you
My temple minister
Beneath sanctum sanatorium
You were not praying,
But preaching as usual
And counting tins
MOON…merchant of belief
You are far away from god
What should I sing?
'Swami saranam'
Nothing else......

SHAME

SHAME



Shame…….
A moron
Is ruling…..

License
who has given
the license
to unleash violence
and eliminate
human beings
in 'nandigram'

law
“either hold
a party card
or dig courtyard
to make
Graveyard”
Shame
He is an
Indian

Afraid
It is not
far away
Hitler will
hoist red flag
at Red Fort

shame
being a
silent spectator
a moron ….
is ruling…….

you made me a communist

YOU MADE ME A

COMMUNIST



i had believed in socialism
and nonviolence
i had hoisted blue flag

in my dreams
i was always in
white starched

'khaddar' clad

one morning
a comrade came
he pointed his sword
in to my neck

blood profusely came
comrade swabbed
with white kerchief
"a new RED FLAG"

comrade ordered me
to hoist the new "red flag"

another comrade came
and taught me
how to abuse fourth pillar
and i learned the word
"BUSTARD"

a senior comrade
came and taught me
how to be a secular

now i am uttering the
word "VULTURE"
where i am seeing
priest and nuns

COMRADES,
earlier i was a
human being
now....

you made me
a COMMUNIST

JESUS IS NOT WITH YOU

Jesus is not with you


beware the disciples
JESUS is not with you

you are selling his
flesh and blood
in open market

the days are not
far away
you will list his name
in the BSE
and prelate will watch
the ups and downs
of SENSEX

it is shame that
you are in India
where GANDHI was born
and MOTHER THERESA
shelved her life

you are brutal than
JEWS,were given decent burial
you are sucking the blood
from carcass

what name i gave you
prelate or vampire

beware the disciples
JESUS is not with you
blood is rolling from
his tears
he is not with you....

beware the disciples
JESUS is not with you

SCRIBBLING THE FIRST LETTER

scribbling the first letter



remembering the day
scribbling the first letter


everything was ready
golden plate,filled with rice
lamp,was burning five cotton thread
entire room was filled with
pictures of Hindu god and goddess


i was ready on the lap of
my maternal uncle


he put my finger to the rice,
filled in the plate


there was calm,Devine atmosphere
suddenly that was broken
a loud piercing sound came
and i ran away


my mother and maternal uncle followed
to caught me
they failed.....


ultimately i was failed
still i am struggling to
scribble the first letter
whether should i succeed....?
i do not know.....!


remembering the day
scribbling the first letter

RIZ...MY BROTHER

Rizwanur,my brother...
i saw you
in my dreams..

you were next to 'Romeo'
and near to 'Che'

you have been the icon
of love and sacrifice
you shelved your life
for love

it is irony that you were
born in the land
of communism

they are now
promising to the world,
they would render
justice to you

i do not know
how they are....
announcing compensation..?
selling the
elementary emotion..!

love,become a commodity
to the state and the affluent

Rizwanur my brother
long live....
you are next to Romeo
and near to Che.....

butterfly

butterfly

butterfly
absorbing darkness
dispersing colours

though colours
are visible

mutable
moving here
and there
yet not steady

spilling Joy
and happiness
though fragile

caught fire
in her wings
though struggling
to fly high..........