Love… Unswerving

When the desert sheds its last drop of tear
Woods attend the funeral of green
Oceans are pregnant of broken bones
Still…your innocent smiles thaw themselves
To gratify my thirst.

When the nations be plummeted
Evil rules the humanity
Morbidity evades the minds
Rotten corpses lull the earth into deep sleep
Even then your arms will give me warmth.

When the birds seldom sing
Nature dies in mute
Music sinks deep into the sea
Joy loses its memory
but your heart shares love for me...

Fight the World!

I see change neither in the earth and heaven

Nor in our love and its intensity

God divided them by the horizon

I search boundaries for our love in vain

Anticipating the power of our love

The cultures equipped themselves with myriads of segregations

Still unable to move or remove—

Our love, but stained their hands with blood flowed from our wounds.

On the dooms day stands as a culprit, the world

But the ultimate defeat on its face will be mocked at

And our love stands victorious in heaven

Glorified by men and angels

Fear squeezes out the energies of body and mind

Society causes the repression and the depression

What is the weapon to fight against the systemic stand?

Is it invented or it has to be?

What you need is not strength but freedom

What you should have is not knowledge but thinking

You need to struggle against those in disguise of friends

And fight with the world!

Sexton Had at Once Rolled the Joys of Life…

Sexton had at once rolled the joys of life into spheres
Thrown them into the seaweed on Dead-sea
Life is now withered in the Siroccos of the “cast”
Frozen and deadly…as I see the funeral of my own

Gloomy the life is as mind of a Black in Carolina
Clouds had assaulted my eyes till the deluge
Of the Pacific eliminates the myriads of lives in her lap
No hope… no fate…the future seems to me in yellow light.

Lived and died not to near the ablutions
Untouched even at the corner of necropolis
Abducted by the multitudes of sinful distress
Now shirked and expelled through the Tornadoes of untouchability!

No learning… no unlearning…stifled as a statute
Out side the temple…away from the school
Inside the hollow of my room, abandoned and estranged,
I would educate the world to wake up from its stupor!

The Dark Future

No memories of mines, for pain
Humiliation will never be wiped out of skin
Haunts like a Dalit boy’s childhood
Shrunken everywhere in the landlord’s household.

Mothers feed the enemies of their echelon
Bonny fingers squeeze her breasts to feed her own
“Sons” dwell in the incestuous lust
The nation suffers the wound of the outcaste!

She lost her honour in the green
Never she succumbs… no trace of whine
Searches her valour in the light of the Red
The future is entwined by the Black thread.

Fights with the hazardous shackles of society
Dismantles the powers of the mighty_
Colonization’s delusion, nationalism to be plummeted
Her own society to rule the planet.

The world reinvents itself through Her mind
Genuflects to her womb, the humankind
On them, there will be no stigma to mark
The future is Dark … the future is of the Dark!!!

"Holocaste"

Uncouth…like the primordial man’s first death
Morbid as the beauty of Dickinson’s poetry
Oppressive as the cathedral melodies of every sunrise
Replica of the fear and innocence of scaffold and knacker’s yard,
Disruptive legacies of degenerated world are still unflinching
In my claustrophobic horizon!

I Shall Wait

On this rock to its edge, I stay and wait
For you my love without a sigh in mob
Fairy queen went in the veil to the cathedral’s top
Now is found in the dirt extinguish all her bait
I stay and wait, I shall hope

Revolutions suck the young blood
Invaders shed the tears of exodus
Mysteries excavate the life in Bermudas
Homelands became unknown to landlord
I stay and wait, I shall hope

He said He would come, centuries behold
Humanity waits For Him and I must
You said you are for me, I trust
I shall wait here on this rock until the cemeteries enfold
I stay and wait, I shall hope

Though you bless me to Hamlet’s castle
This rock stays mount Olympus in fate
Will you come dear…? Will you…? Too late
After the rock becomes churchyard’s cradle
I will stay in beneath and wait, I shall hope in Him and you