Sunday, October 31, 2010

LISTEN Me

Listen Me! Listen Me!!
Don’t be agitated
Listen Me!!!

I have witnessed the reality
This is crusade for justice
Don’t brush off aspirations
Listen Me!!!

Accept ‘right to determine destiny’
Listen the beats of Kashmiri
Era of burning Leviathan is gone
Listen Me!!!

Redefine Sedition
Grow up Indian
This activist writer calling
Listen Me!!!

Thursday, October 28, 2010

poem

Poem is not stringing of knotty lyric
Poem, a respite of a never-say-die mind..
Poem, not an equation of bed and break up
Poem, an Issue of exults and whims
Where flamboyance is truant
Where imposing of one is shunned
There live my poem..
Poem, not a spermatozoon for love genesis
Rather verbalism of giving up..
Not the royal coquetry
Not the war whoop
Severance of a soil mansion
Writes my poem.
Yes! My poem is not vermilion
Who will perish on someone’s absence
…this is anklet of that angel
Who will charm in its tinkling tune…
World forgets
But my poem remains witness
Once again to aver, remind and reprise
Last nights’ retention and flavor..
Gaucheness and thrill..
Touch and wounds…



Friday, October 22, 2010

VC answered VC

If they would have talked on phone, it would not have cost much but they talked publicly so state government had a spend lakhs on security, KIIT got a chance to host another VVIP programme, media persons had to take a pain and more importantly my dear Kanad had to lose 10 precious hours.. :P 
Ya! I am talking about the visit of His Excellency the Vice President of India and the Former Vice Chancellor of AMU to KIIT University and Kalinga Institute of Social Sciences (KISS).
Preparing a question was the reason for my waking up early 2day. US misapprehension that “Islam as the next ‘ism’ is confronting the west and it is replacement of cold war with a new competition” (contrary to what the view taken by the Asst. Secretary of State in 1992) was inner voice of my question with substantive link with Indo foreign policy. How good or ugly my question may be but deprivation of a micro-phone forced me to write this post.
Soon I reached and occupy the balcony seat; I realized we were nothing but “numbers”. I recalled to have argued with my friend yesterday evening that ‘”words” can’t personify an individual’ but have no option but to agree silently, when we were counted like chattels.
I was a little disturbed; when the VP said, ‘I am here to listen “you”…’ because inside the Box Office, “you” was not plural as if there was monopoly of wisdom. Questions were framed by the vice chancellor, who decided- who will exercise his/her right under Article 19 before the mute mass. So, it is indirectly the questions of a VC to a VC/VP, who was given those questions beforehand. But unfortunately “I am not a Biotech man” was the preparation.
It may be violation of any privilege or stepping out from the cl. 2 but I may be excused as the expectation were high, as his articles published in the Hindu and the Frontline are simply superb.

Friday, October 15, 2010

A blush

Smile and blush
Though definition and distinction
Are still strange to
Swapneel
But ppl say
His blush …bolta hai..
+++++++++++++++
Same expression
Is called blush 2day
And ppl around yell
Dude, u r changed****
++++++++++++++++++
He tried sth different.
But Mood kyun off hai?
Was nxt ques.
++++++++++++++++++
Deliberately scaled down
Calls and chats.
But waits for a sms.
I have seen
How BSNL msgs irritates him…
+++++++++++++++++++ 
In night dreams,
He is never alone these days…
Quietness is termed
As ‘Change’, by his mum.
But blush,
Is the only reaction…
++++++++++++++++++++
Poems, I marked
With changed theme,
Commented in his blog.
But J
Is the response
I believe this as electronic blush..
+++++++++++++++++++++
He complains and
unlikes (fb mode),
When ppl tease
But never say
‘He hates’
+++++++++++++++++++++
Dada ki kabor? I asked
Again a blush…
I shouted,
Man! u r in love.
He quietly asked
What is love and
What is blush???
+++++++++++++++
Silence!
Was my answer
As counter question
Is tough
To handle…
++++++++++++++++++++++
His love towards ‘sky’ is never doubted.
But he denies
I don’t know
Why?