Sunday, July 22, 2012

World is an interesting Place ,
 I see it ;
with a window I call Mind ,
 And its open all the time.

 I see roads, with bed sheets of fresh rain water;
 Reflecting the near gray clouds ,
The mountains by busy roads,

And many electric towers Power stations and slums,
 Where street dogs compete with street men,
To survive in daily den.

 I see crowds, unending head counts,
Moving like silent army ,
I see pondering old men,
Sitting by the shade; in pink shirts,
 With their hands tucked under their cheeks,
 And eyes closed, as if eternally.

 I see babies crawling near bus stops,
Tied to a soft wooden pole;
 By their mothers.

I see endlessness of endlessness
 And buses, rikshaws, too much of foul air
 And I see love too;
the young Girl I liked Kissing another man.
I see laughing faces by rectangular buildings,
 Made up of glass and lot of new age jazz

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Not to hurt a soul

Not To hurt a soul ,
 The sky emptied itself ,
Of long swallowed tears,
And stars melted themselves;
 From boredom of billion years,
 Mountains flew:

 How easily do I gather;
These distorted but real visions;
And how Easily I develop;
The peasant’s addictions

 But I will Not give up;
This madness; this eternal madness;
 Nor will I ever hurt;
 A soul that has eyes to express.

 Flickering is the nature;
Of sustained ignorance.
 Flickering is the nature;
 Of sorrow’s florescence .


Sunday, July 8, 2012

Madness Vomits

And the swollen hearts ,
 thudding with brilliance,
maddened by internet fantasies
, dreaming of right to freedom
, Right to love, sex ,marriage ,
 fatherhood , polished houses ,
 fancy protests,
the books of justice fancy table cloths,
glass of tea and another glass of tea
 or some other such hostel addictions
. Mourning for the skulls crushed,
 as they are thrown off the stage
, mainstream media, mainstream jobs,
 vegan hippies shouting for love ,
uber-cynical guitarists cursing old hags,
madness,madness more of it ,
everywhere,
 the beggared streets and unkind rains,
 unkind winds , unkind saints , imprisoned into the cubicles ,
cabins, the working class and free labour ,
the bonded labour ,anti-corruption rallies,
and holy advertisements
 Looking for salvation in self help books,
 or big porno boobs ,
madness madness everywhere ,
 the stresses and music ,
electric, wired well produced bad produced
 filmstars. peyote lsd weed speed Icaro cocaine,
 tv ,internet ,high schools elections ,recessions,
 presidents,summits cultures, counter cultures
vultures counter vultures fantasy
 bedtime stories

 just madness madness everywhere
 2 dollar poverty line
 for old shacks yet dancing drunk to 97% alcohol
 to an unknown friends' weddings and
 then fist fighting with angels over their
 stolen broken chappals in government
 damned hamlets of 5000 year old countries .
 casting out demons through fake
woodwind instruments
madness vomits.