I glimpse pink and blue…

This… is nothing

More than a combination of lexis,

Which reflects many experience of life.

It is just to give rest to that fluctuating mind

Which wants to speak many a things, but can’t.

Every one intends to see me as something

With a handsome salary and salute.

But is this the full stop of life (.) After which every words go wrong

This world never recognizes the colour that I see.

But endeavor not to take any burden

Because I may not become anything and will stand for nothing.

In this state how I will open my lips and say

I am of my own kind, out of books and syllabus.

How will I say, I accept nothing but the colours…

I glimpse pink and blue within black and white.

I am differently able.

Everyone wants to fulfill all their pipe dream through me

And look this world as they intend to see.

But what about my choice!

Who cares whether I have a so called “choice” or not.

Who tries to know?

Where I covet to stand and what I want to become…

Oye! Oye! Excuse me…. I ≠ Myself………….

"ignorance" on ramp

Where Deity address the human race as

“Amritashya Putra”

And who were yesterday teaching

The incantation of =ity to this world

Today in that land, Ignorance is on ramp

Some are considered as “untouchable”

What’s a grief?

I could not appreciate

How come one become defile by simple touch of others?

Hey! So called purity class, think

Are not you going against…?

By dividing and devastating this Novel Creation.

When Lord Ram can accept fruit from Sabari

What erroneous with you?

Man should be hallowed by heart.

Inner purity is much more imperative than outer.

I think man only becomes polluted

When he thinks he is.

Remember, no one is inferior

As our great men used to say

“Na Hindu (Manava) Patito Vabeth”

Wipe up the stain of impurity from your mind

And realize how delighting this earth is.

Neo colonialism

Globalization has made this globe
A melting pot.
The greatest misconception of 21st century.
‘Basudheiba Kutumbakam’
Has become the charisma of
The MNCs and other foreign countries
For expansion .
Poor Indians can not able to understand this
Its now common fallacies that,
Due of Globalization
We are so called "D" for developing…
The western countries are imposing
Their culture, their choices and their values on us.
And this is development! Where is ours?
Where is Indian culture globalizing?

My friends! this idea of ‘global village’
Is not that of our ancestors vision.
Remember, ruling class ideas are always ruling.
Today we say in proud we are “Sovereign”.
Are we in reality, Sovereign?
It’s the question of the hour.
When our mind set, ideas, values everything is not ours
How come we are Sovereign.
Before independence
We are in the colonialism.
But its heart rendering to state today, We are in the other set of ‘ism’ i.e.
“Neo colonialism”

Is it the taste of independence?
For which we have to fight
The ‘Second Mahabharata’.
Where is our existence?
For which thousands of
Patriots did not look back
And suspended themselves laughing.
Think can you forgive yourself Hurting those immortal souls
Who were wandering even today on the stream and sky of India.
Can we face that bloodshed history…?

i-TIME-my dears

That tranquil Time’s

Fierce thorax,

On which I stir counting fingers…

Still hours, feeble minutes and shy seconds

Years of sensing, every moment…

Inhumane Time!

That never accelerates,

On the tears of eyes,

That never perforates

On the wailing of mind...

Every bits of nerve,

Get lost

Under the veil of that unknown island

But never reaches

My soul(s)…

Seated on the bank of river,

I drifted

Boundless paper boats

But that abysmal stream of Narmada

Might not make it reach

And this vicious time did not evanesce…